Chapter 427

The God seems to be infected with song huaishuang's bad mood. For several consecutive days, the light rain keeps on, and the continuous rain disturbs people for no reason. Song huaishuang, alone, comes to the cemetery of song Fu with an umbrella.

The graveyard has been carefully cleaned. In front of the stone tablet are neatly placed the favorite food of song's father before he was born. The black-and-white photo shows him with a kind smile, as if he could tolerate everything.

Song huaishuang put the prepared things neatly in front of the stone tablet, with sour eyes and endless bewilderment: "Dad, whose child am I, am I really your own daughter?"

Song huaishuang can't accept that he is not the daughter of song's mother.

The picture on the tombstone, with a kind smile, couldn't give her any response.

Song huaishuang looked up and down in the direction of the sky. She didn't want to cry out in disgrace. She sniffed and continued: "Dad, if I'm really not her daughter, is there a reason for everything that can be explained?"

When she was a child, song huaishuang cried for song's mother's partiality more than once. She also asked her father why she was her mother's daughter, but her mother hated her so much.

She has always loved her father very much. Every time I heard her ask like this, she was silent. Sometimes when she was anxious, she immediately looked for other topics to distract her, amusing her and saying that she had a father who loved her.

In retrospect, the various anomalies of song Fu at that time may not be the best answer.

All of a sudden, from behind came the sound of footsteps. Song huaishuang rubbed his face and didn't want to expose his gaffe to others. Unexpectedly, the footstep sound was getting closer and closer.

Looking back, song Huaichun, dressed in a long black dress and wearing a black coat, stood beside her.

Aware of song huaishuang's gaze, she picked a carefully trimmed eyebrow and said slowly, "song huaishuang, don't look at me in this way. He's my father, I'm his daughter. It's natural for me to come to see him."

I don't know if song huaishuang is in a sensitive period. She somehow feels that song Huaichun's words sound like they have already known something.

The pupil shrinks, the voice that opens mouth is cannot hide urgent: "what do you know?"

Song Huaichun seems to have heard a funny joke. She laughs and looks at Song huaishuang. She stops for a short time on her pale cheek: "what can I know? What do you want me to know? Song huaishuang, do you know? Long Qing just told me a word two days ago that if you want to miss someone, you should not do it!"

, or you, Song Huaishuang, "she bullied herself down to Song Huaishuang, and hit her high heels on the ground, making a deep noise. The voice of the woman's smile was mixed with the faint perfume:" what has I done to worry about it, and let me know? "

Song huaishuang is not used to being close to others. She clenches her fists and suppresses the discomfort in her heart. Her cold eyes look straight at Song huaishuang, and her eyes seem to have a hook, which can separate her layers of camouflage.

"Should it not be you, song Huaichun, who has done something wrong?" The two sisters, who used to have a good relationship, are at war with each other at this moment.

Song Huaichun's eyes suddenly become more alert and suspicious. Taking advantage of this Kung Fu, song huaishuang takes two steps forward to widen the distance between them. He puts the flowers in his arms respectfully in front of Shen Fu's stele: "this is father's grave. I don't want to tell you some dirty things and dirty dad's place here."

"Song Huaichun, you can do it yourself." With that, she turned and left.

Song Huaichun grinned at her leaving direction. After all, he couldn't control his anger and roared: "song huaishuang, do you really think you are your father's daughter?"

Song huaishuang body a meal, continue to move forward, words along the air in the past: "at least, in dad's heart, I have always been."

Has always been his proudest daughter.

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When long Qing just came over, he was told by his subordinates that song Huaichun was in a bad mood. He chuckled and sat down in a place not far from Song Huaichun: "just for such a small matter, it's worth your anger."

Song Huaichun has a haze in her eyes, and her pupil is completely covered with hatred: "this matter is a small matter in your long Qing's eyes, but in my opinion, it is the biggest humiliation!"

"Song huaishuang, song huaishuang." She chewed each other's names over and over again, and each character seemed to pop out of the back teeth, with a deep hatred, which was creepy.

Suddenly, she stopped and asked with a sneer: "Long Qing, you a big man, can really bear song huaishuang lying in the arms of others! She song huaishuang will wear a green hat to you when she is still with you

The smile on Long Qing's face instantly dispersed cleanly, and the light brown pupil was like a cold snake. He looked like song Huaichun: "song Huaichun, don't rely on you to be useful to me. Speak recklessly."

"I am in your heart, that is a useful position, she song huaishuang is a treasure that no one can say." Song Huaichun turns his face and picks up the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table again. He describes the delicate eyebrow shape for himself: "it's a pity that song huaishuang has no place for you at all.""Ah

The neck was held by a furious man, and the eyebrow pencil suddenly jumped down and fell to the ground with a bang. The trace of the eyebrow pencil made a crooked trace, and a pretty face seemed to be divided into two.

Because of the lack of oxygen, song Huaichun's white face is flushed and her desire to survive makes her grab the man's hand and try to breathe a little bit of fresh air. However, the man's hand is like cast iron. No matter how she scratched, she can't make him leave.

The time of hypoxia prolongs, and the struggle strength gradually weakens. Before her eyes, black is overlapping. Song Huaichun realizes that long Qing really wants to kill her.

Are you going to die like this!

She closed her eyes reluctantly, but her body suddenly lightened. She crossed the arc in the air and fell heavily on the ground. The fierce pain spread, which made song Huaichun realize that she was still alive.

She breathed the fresh air with a big mouth, and her white neck was covered with obvious blue bruises. As long as long Qing used a little more strength, song Huaichun's life would be gone.

Long Qing wipes his hands with a paper towel in disgust and throws it into the garbage can. He doesn't look at Song Huaichun, who is very embarrassed on the ground. He misses her body and walks out. At the moment of closing the door, a man's tone of indifference and no emotion is heard: "no next time."

Song Huaichun touches his painful neck and laughs ferociously. Next time, she will never give others such an opportunity to hurt herself.

The servant sent by the nightclub to serve song Huaichun is so scared that she curls up in a small corner. Seeing song Huaichun's ferocious smile, she is scared to tears.

She bravely came to song Huaichun and helped her up. Her voice was trembling: "Miss Song, are you ok?"