Chapter 608

I don't know anything.

It's rare that song Yuanzhi, who is a strong outsider but hard at work, has such a strong tone and firm attitude. If it wasn't for this situation, song ye would like to have a new look at him.

It seems that the woman's words have a greater deterrent effect on Song Yuanzhi than her threat.

"I don't know if you kill me." Song Yuanzhi saw song Ye standing there without reaction. For a while, he became hardened and still stuck in his neck. "No matter how you said, you have been supporting you for 15 years. You have been abusing us like this, and you will be struck by thunder and lightning."

The sky thunders. He is ungrateful, ungrateful and cold-blooded.

The most fearful and smelly words of the world were imposed on Song ye at this moment. Even those with higher power status could not cross the bottom line, because morality reminds them to keep conscience.

But song Ye didn't need it.

She went around to song Yuanzhi's back, grabbed his arm from the man in black with her own hand, lifted her backhand, and listened to a click.

"Ah Song Yuanzhi, who was still too hard, screamed at once. The intense pain made him convulse all over his body. His eyes turned white and he wanted to roll all over the ground. However, song Ye held his broken arm in his hand, making him unable to move for half a minute.

"Ah, song ye, what are you doing? He's your father..." Lu Lan is also scared to scream. Subconsciously, she wants to stop her. However, song Ye turns her head and looks back at her eyes and nails her in place.

The girl's always cold eyebrows and eyes are filled with a strong smell of blood at this time. Anyone she is staring at seems like falling into a hell. She just pinches song Yuanzhi's broken arm and looks at Lu Lan's mother and daughter. "I'm not in a good mood now. Please don't mess with me."

That tone is definitely not a simple child in a temper so simple, a strong sense of oppression, even Zhao Chongbin next to are a little nervous.

Song Ye is a person with blood on her hand. Killing people is just a matter in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, no, let go. I beg you to let go. It hurts." Song Yuanzhi was a little unprepared by the sudden injury. A layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice trembled and begged for mercy.

In the past, no matter how ugly it was, song Ye never touched him, so subconsciously, he was convinced that song ye still had some feelings for him and would be soft hearted. As long as he bit him to death, he would be OK.

But it was not until his arm was broken that he realized how wrong he was.

"Well." Song Ye's voice is still very insipid, drooping eyebrows and eyes seem to be thinking about something, "how can I make you believe that I will really kill you?"

The latter sentence is very light, like a whisper, but it falls on Song Yuanzhi's ear like a hell devil's note of death.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in vain he felt the same sharp pain in his other hand. Click, click, click. The scapula was removed skillfully under the slender fingers, and then pushed back backward. Her technique was very neat, and more professional than the old doctor who treated injuries caused by falls.

But she also knows how the angle and strength will make people feel more painful.

The scream of the hut resounded over the empty building area, and it did not disappear for a long time.

Song Ye threw people back to the ground, slightly lowered the corner of his eyes, and watched the man, once known as the father, crying and howling on the ground, twitching and writhing in pain.

Then, she stretched out her feet and stepped on the man's calf. She did not even have a cool color in her eyes. She only felt numb, "do you want to answer me?"

What's the use of conscience? What's the use of morality? If we don't have this life, no matter how many things are empty talk.

She wants to live, with the life given to her again by God, to stay in this world, to stay by Qin Zhan's side, to stay with those who care.

In order to achieve this goal, she didn't mind to bear the name of killing and bloody.

His toes crush on a man's calf and increases his strength. However, if song Yuanzhi hesitates for another second, he will become disabled.

Fear, endless cold from the bottom of his heart, song Yuanzhi under her numb gaze gradually dare not even howl, and the pain on his feet also made him look up in panic, the defense line in his heart completely disintegrated, "I said, I said, don't waste my feet, song ye, I said everything, please take your feet away."

How can a man never expect that one day he will be so embarrassed to be trampled under the feet of song ye, and he is like a bereaved dog, crying with pain and without dignity.

Until the strength of his feet disappeared, he lay on the ground panting violently, looking at the dark roof above his head, still in a trance.

I picked it up 18 years ago. Is it a money tree or a devil.

"Eighteen years ago, the woman holding you was very young. She was very beautiful and had a similar appearance to you. On a snowy night, she was as beautiful as a spirit falling into the world. When I saw her at the first sight, I couldn't help walking towards her..."

Along with the man's pain to hoarse voice, 18 years ago, the scene of snowy night flying like an old yellow photo was opened again in front of song Ye.Eighteen years ago, a young woman came to Cloud City alone. In the middle of the night, snowflakes were falling on her. She stood by the river for a long time, with heavy snow color on her shoulders and hair.

Song Yuanzhi, who was off the night shift from the factory, was attracted by the lonely and beautiful face of a woman at the bridge head.

He thought that the woman couldn't want to jump into the river, so he went to persuade her, but found song ye in her swaddling clothes under her gorgeous mink coat.

The child is wrapped in a handmade wool blanket. Her eyebrows are delicate and lovely. She is somewhat similar to a woman. She does not cry or make noise, but looks at the woman's side face quietly.

"If you are willing to raise this child for me, all the money will be yours." The woman put the purse to him, along with the children are like hot potato handed in the past.

A jade card, a purse and a woolen blanket are the last things women leave to their children.

"Will you come back?" At that time, song Yuanzhi fell in love at first sight, thinking that she would come back to find her child.

"Maybe." A woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and her fingertips crossed the child's face. Finally, she seemed to sigh, "after that, it's up to you."

In that snowy night, the woman left, until the snowflake completely did not have her figure, did not see her to turn back.

When song ye came out of the hut, he stumbled over the threshold and nearly fell down.

"Be careful, boss." Zhao Chongbin stretched out his hand and helped her. Looking at the girl's eyes, he felt the pain of ups and downs.

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