Chapter 125： Why are you blaming her?

Chapter 125 Why are you blaming her?

Red Maple Mountain in the northern suburbs.

Song Family Villa.

The living room on the first floor has a depressing atmosphere.

This atmosphere has continued since the opening reception last night.

Song Chunsheng was sitting on the European-style sofa in the living room, his eyelids drooping, his expression indistinguishable.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, but it made people feel even more anxious.

Fang Ru sat opposite Song Ziyu, mother and son, without saying a word, and neither of them looked very good-looking.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker. At dusk, the sound of deliberately light footsteps finally came from the gate.

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, the rhythm is a bit elongated, as if guilty of hesitation.

Song Ziyun's figure slowly appeared outside the gate, still wearing the evening dress she wore last night.

Seeing the scene in the living room, Song Ziyun shrank, then walked in with a smile on her face, "Dad, Mom, brother, you are all here."

She regained her brisk steps and walked upstairs as if nothing had happened. "I'll go upstairs to sleep first. I can't hold on after a night without rest. Don't wait for me for dinner."

"Stop." The man's emotionless voice sounded from behind, "Where did you go last night?"

Song Ziyun paused when she was about to go upstairs, panic flashed in her eyes, she forced herself to smile calmly, "The incident happened suddenly last night, I went to find Aunt Meng to find out about the situation, and it was almost midnight when I finished chatting with her. I didn't come back and stayed at Aunt Meng's place for one night."

Over the sofa, Fang Ru and Song Ziyu's expressions became even uglier after listening to her.

Song Chunsheng stood up slowly and walked in front of Song Ziyu.

"Stayed with Mrs. Yan all night?" He asked, his eyes dark.

Song Ziyun nodded, her eyes flickering slightly, "Last night, there was some unpleasantness at the reception. I was worried that Aunt Meng would cause a gap in our family, so I went after her to ask about the situation. Fortunately, I went, otherwise there would be a real misunderstanding. Dad, she helped Song Yueliang last night because Song Yueliang accidentally helped her with a small favor the day she first came to Huicheng, but in terms of distance and closeness, how could Song Yueliang compare to me and Aunt Meng for nearly five years? friendship-"

"Smack!" A slap knocked her out of her voice with such force that she staggered and fell on the stairs behind her.

Song Chunsheng's face was extremely gloomy, "How dare you lie to me?! The person who stayed with Meng Jingxian last night was Song Yueliang!"

The burning pain on his face was not as good as the panic that emerged in his heart, Song Ziyun turned pale, "Dad, listen to my explanation—"

"Shut up! Explain what? Explaining the five years of friendship between you and Meng Jingxian is nothing compared to a small favor Song Yueliang helped her to remember? Because of you, me, our entire Song family, lost face at the reception yesterday! "

Fang Ru also stood up at this time, with a cold and unhappy face, "Zi Yun, is this the surprise you told us at the beginning? Last night my old face was thrown on the ground and stomped hard! Meng Jingxian Human face, I didn’t give you half face! How do you want me to go out and face those people in the future?! It’s ridiculous!”

"If Meng Jingxian hadn't come, these things wouldn't have happened at all." Song Ziyu leaned lazily on the sofa, sneered and sneered, "My good sister, you messed up my company's opening reception by yourself. I admire it. Heck, if you don't have the ability to climb high, don't pretend to be a shame, it's embarrassing."

Song Ziyun fell down on the steps with a sound of yelling, cursing and mocking, his face became paler, and the hidden anger and unwillingness in his heart became stronger.

What happened yesterday was also unexpected to her, so it wasn't all her fault?

If it weren't for the family's wholehearted desire to cling to the Yan family and flock to the Yan family, why would she rack her brains to invite Meng Jingxian?

Why should you blame her? !

And Song Yueliang, why do things always come out to spoil her?

She is obviously a son of a bitch, but she is always against her, and she will be trampled under her feet in everything!

Song Ziyun covered her face without saying a word, lowered her head, her eyelashes covered her eyes, which were dark and cold.

"The Jiang family has disclosed their intention to marry before. You can make arrangements these few days and invite the Jiang family to discuss marriage matters." Song Chunsheng turned his head and gave Fang Ru instructions. Looking at the daughter who was huddled in the corner of the steps, "Take care of her until the matter is finalized, and don't allow her to take another step out of the door!"

Like throwing away a useless child, the tone is disgusting, indifferent, and ruthless.

Song Ziyun didn't look up, and felt chills all over her body.

She knew that if she didn't show her value, it would be useless to argue and protest at this time.

I can only watch my life being put on the table and become a bargaining chip in exchange for benefits.

"Dad, the Song family has taken a lot of benefits from the Yan family in the past five years, right? If I hadn't pleased Meng Jingxian and Yan Huai, why do you think Yanqin has been giving convenience to the Song family in the past few years? He didn't Can control the qualifications and weight of Yan's consortium's decision-making." Standing up with the help of the marble railing, Song Ziyun slowly straightened out the messed up hair, completely determined.

This is the only chip she has left.

Song Chunsheng had already gone up the stairs, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the words, "Since you are so capable, don't just talk empty words and present evidence that can convince me. Otherwise, let's see, without you, the convenience of the Yan family Will it be taken back!"

Even Fang Ru and Song Ziyu's reaction was not what she expected.

Fang Ru dialed with the phone and began to contact the Jiang family.

Song Ziyu picked up the coat he had thrown on the sofa, and walked out, "The company has just opened, and before we get the business, we have to find a way to explain the farce to others. I'm so annoying, I'm going to the company!"

Song Ziyun stood on the first step of the stairs, holding on to the handrail to stabilize her trembling figure.

Her so-called only bargaining chip is now in the ears of her family members, just listening to a joke!

She bit her lip fiercely, a desperate look flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and ran upstairs.

Night has fallen.

Lights were lit in the yard of the Fu family in Tonggu Lane.

In a luxurious and simple living room, Mr. Fu is sitting on a rocking chair, holding a teacup in his hand, and the old-fashioned sandalwood table beside him is singing a long and melodious opera on the semiconductor radio.

Uncle Gui took the big scissors, moved the potted plants that needed to be pruned to the living room, and danced the scissors under the light.

There were three people in a room, but the youngest one had nothing to do, slumped on the grand teacher's chair in a daze, his eyes were slack, and his expression was in a trance.

It's like losing your soul.

Ring ring ring—

The phone rings.

The two middle-aged people who had something to do didn't move, the phone was right by Fu Yanchi's hand.

Ring ring ring—

The repeated ringing was disturbing, and Mr. Fu yelled, "Achi, answer the phone! It's so noisy, I can't even listen to this opera!"

There was no reply, Mr. Fu turned his head to look, and what he saw was a man with three souls and five souls lost.

This situation is extremely rare.

"Ah Gui, what happened to him? He didn't come home all night, and he came back like this?"