
Forced Labor Camp No. Huicheng 2.
The reception room is dimly lit.
In less than a month, Song Ziyun's body had lost all its glory, her hair was withered, her face was pale, her face was thin and taper, her eye sockets were sunken and her eyes were dull.
Fang Ru, who was sitting opposite him, was not much better either.
Fang's family collapsed, and piles of black materials were dug up from the medical equipment company he controlled. Not to mention bankruptcy and debt, also sued.
Ren'ai Hospital had been closed, and the sufferers who had come from all directions like endless chives, came one after another, destroying the contacts gathered by the Fang family.
The foundation for decades was destroyed overnight, and everyone in the Fang family vented their anger and hatred on Fang Ru, blaming her for causing misfortune for the Fang family.
Song Chunsheng also divorced her, and she left the house without getting any money.
In the past, the rich women and first-class nobles in Huicheng were once desperate, unable to return to her family, and had almost no place to live in Huicheng.
"Why did you provoke Fu Yanchi in the first place? You all thought about counting by yourself, but what did you get in the end? You were thrown in jail for shame." Fang Ru's expression was blank, and her tone was cold, "Do you know that Fu Yanchi and Song Yueliang already have a daughter, and all the scenery you want will eventually belong to Song Yueliang!"
The originally lifeless Song Ziyun suddenly raised her eyes upon hearing the last sentence, and in disbelief, "What did you say? Fu Yanchi and Song Yueliang have children? No way, no way! How can they have children? the kid!"
"They had just had a child, and now it had spread throughout Huicheng. Two days ago, Fu Yanchi held a little girl in a special exhibition held by the Cultural Hall as Yan's parents! Many people in the circle heard about the little girl with her own ears. Call Fu Yanchi's father! **** in Song Yueliang's stomach belongs to Fu Yanchi!"
"That was the child that Song Yueliang conceived back then..." Song Ziyun's face was pale, her pupils twitched, and after a while, she grabbed her hair with both hands and continued to shout, then laughed like crazy, "Hahaha! Hahahaha.so, it used to be that the two of them came out together, hahaha!"
So ridiculous.
He tried his best to plan a future for himself, but in the end, Song Yueliang got his fruits in vain!
Back when Fu Yanchi took traditional Chinese medicine, he pushed her away from the entertainment club by himself while still holding it.
A few days later, she learns from a secret channel that Fu Yanchi has been rushed overseas for medical treatment. Back then, he was still panicking all day, thinking he had almost killed someone by giving the medicine, and was afraid that the Yan family would find out and blame him.
It turns out that it wasn't his fault at all!
That's Yueliang's Song!
Song Yueliang almost killed Fu Yanchi!
That bastard was almost a murderer, why did he still get the glory he could not even ask for after a few years!
Are those people from the Yan family blind? They were all tricked by Song Yueliang!
Song Ziyun was lying on the table, with hatred and a strong aversion in her eyes.
“Bu, help me one last time, phone Yanqin and tell him a secret.” With eyes closed, Song Ziyun whispered a few words into Fang Ru's ears.
"Fu Yanchi and Song Yueliang made me like this, I want them to die!"
Cursing viciously, Song Ziyun returned laughing wildly with red eyes.
He had been sentenced, and the Yan family was watching outside. No one dared to save him, let alone take the risk to help him. His life is over.
Since the case was like this, he would not let Fu Yanchi and Song Yueliang have any fun!
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A cold wind blew, and the weather was already very cold.
Qiqi wore a warm sweater and her mother-in-law's knitted wool trousers, carried a small backpack on her back, hugged Grandpa Tang's gift doll, and waited for her mother to pick her up after work.
Moments before her mother came, Qi Qi hugged her cloth doll and followed her grandmother step by step, while babbling nonstop, "Grandmother, do you really not want to come back with me? Yes, there will be many people coming." to the house to chat, very crowded, if there is a grandmother must be even more lively."
The flowers and plants in Dongyuan were still green, there were no withered yellow leaves.
The stream next to the blue stone pathway was dripping, and the surface of the water was covered in a layer of fog.
This place was built by Elder Tang to make it look like heaven.
Li Qiang wore gray clothes and black trousers for daily work, arm hole gloves, and a small bucket for the equipment in his hand.
“Back celebrating the New Year with your mother, don't come here again later, it's noisy once.” He said softly.
Qiqi immediately shook her little head like a toy, "No, Qiqi will come again. If grandma felt noisy, Qiqi wouldn't say much."
Come must come.
Dad said that if you want to play tricks must be thick-skinned and brave, and must imagine yourself as an impenetrable iron wall, and can not despair with just one or two words.
You can't persuade grandma if you don't play tricks on her, Qiqi sighed softly.
At the other end of the road, Tang Zheng's tall figure appeared and walked steadily, "Qiqi, your mother's car has arrived at the doorstep, it's time to get out."
“Uncle Tang, I'm coming, wait for me a minute.” After Qi Qi finished speaking, he ran towards the woman who was busy arranging flowers and plants, and reached out his little hand to gently hug her, "Grandmother, Qi Qi is going to leave. All right, but don't apologize, I'll see you later."
The woman fell silent, without raising her face, her voice sounding increasingly cold and bored, "Said, don't come again!"
A wound flashed in Qiqi's eyes, thinking of the impenetrable wall her father said, she immediately smiled, "Grandmother, do you like Qiqi?"
The woman pretended not to hear him and replied.
“Does grandma hate Qiqi?” Qiqi silently counted one, two, three, and nodded, "Grandmother didn't say she hated him, but she only liked Qiqi."
Li Qiang, “..
Wanting to add another sentence, the little baby had already turned around, bounced, ran across the street, and did not forget to raise his little hand and waved back, "Grandmother, Qiqi is so fast." I'll come see you, eat well and sleep well when I'm not around!"
Tang Zheng was in charge of sending the baby to the door, and half an hour had passed since he returned to Dongyuan.
The woman was still crouching in front of the flowerbed, motionless, motionless.
He stepped forward, put back the small utensils scattered on the ground into a small wooden bucket, and moved the potted plants moved back to their original positions.
“Because you don't want to take care of it, go back and rest, don't squat here.”
The woman raised her head, looked at him, and asked lightly, "Does that hinder you?"
"okay."
"Pity me."
Tang Zheng was stunned for a moment before he realized that what the woman said sounded like looking around for fault. He really asked if he was in the way.