do not know anything.
It's rare that a guy like Song Yuanzhi, who is strong on the outside but hard on the inside, can have such a tough tone and such a determined attitude. If it weren't for this situation, Song Ye would have wanted to look at him with admiration.
It seemed that the woman's words were more powerful in intimidating Song Yuanzhi than her threat.
"Even if you beat me to death, I don't know." Seeing Song Ye standing there without any reaction, Song Yuanzhi became hardened for a moment, still scratching his neck, "No matter what, I have raised you for fifteen years. If you abuse us like this, if word spreads about it, you will be struck by lightning."
The sky thundered. He doesn't care about his upbringing, is ungrateful, and is cold-blooded.
The most feared and stinking words in the world were applied to Song Ye at this moment. Even people with high power and status could not cross this bottom line, because morality reminded them to keep their conscience.
But Song Ye doesn't need this kind of thing.
She walked around behind Song Yuanzhi, twisted his arm from the man in black's hand with her own hands, and lifted it up with her backhand, only to hear a crisp click.
"Ah!" Song Yuanzhi, who was still too stubborn to give up, suddenly screamed. The severe pain made his whole body twitch. His eyes turned white and he wanted to roll on the ground, but his broken arm was still pinched by Song Ye. In his hand, he couldn't move at all.
"Ah, Song Ye, what are you doing? He is your father..." Lu Lan was also frightened and screamed. She subconsciously took a step forward to stop him, but Song Ye turned his head and looked back. In situ.
The girl's usually cold eyebrows were now filled with a strong smell of blood. Anyone she targeted would feel like they were falling into an endless hell. She just pinched Song Yuanzhi's broken arm and looked at Lu Lan's mother with a faint look. The two women said, "I'm not in a good mood right now. I advise you not to mess with me."
The tone was definitely not as simple as a child having a tantrum. The strong sense of oppression even made Zhao Chongbin next to him feel a little embarrassed.
Song Ye is a person with blood on her hands, and killing someone is just a matter of the blink of an eye for her.
"Ah, no, let go, I beg you to let go, it hurts." Song Yuanzhi was caught off guard by the sudden injury, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and he quickly begged for mercy with a trembling voice.
No matter how ugly the trouble was in the past, Song Ye never made a move against him, so subconsciously, he believed that Song Ye still had some feelings for him and would be soft-hearted. As long as he refused to say anything, nothing would happen.
But it wasn't until the moment his arm was twisted that he realized how wrong he was.
"Well." Song Ye's voice was still very calm, and his lowered eyebrows seemed to be thinking about something, "How can I make you believe that I will really kill you?"
The latter sentence was very soft, like a whisper, but when it fell on Song Yuanzhi's ears, it was like the death note of a devil in hell.
He opened his mouth to say something, but in vain he felt the sharp pain coming from the other hand, clicking, clicking, the shoulder blade was removed with great skill under the slender fingers, and then pushed back, her The technique is very clean and neat, more professional than an old doctor treating bruises.
But she also knows what angle and force will make people feel more pain.
The screams in the hut resounded over the empty building area and never dissipated for a long time.
Song Ye threw the man back to the ground, lowered his eyes slightly and watched the man he once called his father crying and wailing on the ground, his whole body twitching and twisting in pain.
Then, she stretched out her foot and stepped on the man's calf. There was no coldness in her eyes, only endless numbness, "Have you thought about how to answer me?"
What's the use of having conscience, and what's the use of having morality. If you don't have this life, no matter how much you say, it's just empty talk.
She wanted to live and use the life given to her by God to stay in this world, stay by Qin Zhan's side, and stay by the side of the people she cared about.
For this goal, she didn't mind bearing any amount of infamy, killing and bloodshed.
The tip of his toe pressed against the man's calf with increased force. If Song Yuanzhi hesitated for one more second, he would become disabled in the future.
Fear and endless coldness came up from the bottom of his heart. Under her numb gaze, Song Yuanzhi gradually did not dare to even cry out. The pain in his feet also made him raise his head in panic. The defense in his heart completely collapsed, "I said, I said, don't destroy my feet, Song Ye, I will say anything, please take your feet away."
The man never imagined that one day he would be trampled under Song Ye's feet in such an embarrassing state, and he would be wailing in pain like a bereaved dog, without any dignity.
Until the strength in his feet disappeared, he lay on the ground panting violently, looking at the dark roof above his head, still in a daze.
I picked it up eighteen years ago. Is it a money tree or a devil
"Eighteen years ago, the woman who came with you in her arms was very young. She was very beautiful and had a somewhat similar appearance to you. On a snowy night, she was as beautiful as an elf who had fallen into the mortal world. When I first saw her, I couldn't help but walk towards her... "
Accompanied by the man's hoarse voice in pain, the scenes of the snowy night eighteen years ago were re-opened and presented to Song Ye's eyes like yellowed old photos.
Eighteen years ago, a young woman came to Yuncheng alone. Snowflakes on the streets fell on her body in the middle of the night. She stood by the river for a long time, with a heavy snow color on her shoulders and hair.
Song Yuanzhi walked quickly after getting off the night shift at the factory, but was attracted by the lonely and beautiful face of the woman at the bridge.
He thought that the woman was reluctant to jump into the river, so he walked over to persuade her, but he found the infant Song Ye under her gorgeous mink coat.
The child was wrapped in a handmade wool blanket. His eyebrows were delicate and cute, somewhat similar to the woman. He didn't cry or fuss, but just looked at the woman's profile quietly.
"If you are willing to raise this child for me, all this money will be yours." The woman handed him her wallet and the child like a hot potato.
A jade plaque, a wallet, and a wool blanket are the last things a woman leaves for her child.
"Will you come back?" Song Yuanzhi, a single man at that time, fell in love at first sight and thought she would come back to get her child.
"Maybe." The woman's delicate eyebrows were slightly lowered, her fingertips traced across the child's face, and finally she seemed to sigh, "From now on, it depends on your luck."
On that snowy night, the woman left, and until her figure was completely gone from the snowflakes, she never looked back.
When Song Ye came out of the hut, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and almost fell.
"Be careful, boss." Zhao Chongbin stretched out his hand to help her, looking at the girl with ups and downs of distress in his eyes.