When he learned that Zhou Manli had died, Song Wenchuan thought that he would be sad, but in fact, it was more of a relief.He thought that he probably inherited the coldness from Zhou Manli and Song Rui in his bones.Zhou Manli died the day before Song Rui was released from prison, five years in prison, which made the original high-spirited company CEO look old.Dressed in the clothes he wore when he had been in prison, he staggered out of the iron gate with a small bag in his hand.The prison guard stood at the door and said to every prisoner who came out of prison, "Don't come back, from now on, be a good man." ”Well, when the blood splattered on Song Wenchuan's body, he was still chewing on the meaning of these four words.But in the next second, a big truck roared out of control, crushing Song Rui, who had no time to dodge, into a pulp.The prison guards stood in place, and the other prisoners who had not yet had time to come out were apprehensive.They almost lost their lives, and as soon as their eyes fell on the puddle of meat under the wheels, they quickly moved away in shock, thinking: What a bad luck, and then, they all looked at the young man who was standing aside, splashed with blood.The heart is even more sympathetic.This is to pick up the son of the deceased, right?
I finally looked forward to the release of my relatives from prison, how devastating my heart was!
In fact, Song Wenchuan was at a loss.He even suspected that it was God's prank, and in just two days, he lost his parents one after another.His hands and feet were cold, and it wasn't until the police and the forensic doctor arrived that he came back to his senses and staggered to the ground.Staring blankly at the ground where the van had been removed, the minced meat had been picked up by the forensic doctor.It's just that there is no way to put together a complete body anymore.Song Wenchuan pulled his lips, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.When he woke up, he saw Song Miao, who was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, and Song Weiwei was also beside her, peeling apples.The moment I saw him wake up, his eyes turned red."
Brother, you're scared to death!"
Song Miao raised her hand, wanting to test the temperature of his forehead."
Slap" Song Wenchuan stretched out his hand suddenly, holding her hand tightly, his lips were dry and oozing blood, and his eyes were scarlet, "Did you do it?"
”Immediately after, at a speed visible to the naked eye, he saw that Song Miao's complexion quickly sank, and a trace of mockery quickly crossed his eyes."
That's what you think?""
I" Song Wenchuan came to his senses in an instant, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he opened his mouth, but he choked up first, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just not in the future" Parents Even if they are bad and cold, but for him, it is really not bad.Song Miaoyao didn't soften because of his expression, she just looked at him calmly, and said lightly: "From beginning to end, I haven't taken them in my eyes."
Instead of suspecting murder, why don't you think about it, in case it's retribution?
”Retribution Song Wenchuan fell back into the hospital bed in embarrassment, he pulled his lips, at this moment he looked extremely fragile, as if it was a porcelain, and it was about to break when he touched it."
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry" "I don't blame you. ”Seeing him like this, Song Miao let out a breath of turbid air and said seriously: "This is the last chance I give you, if you doubt me again next time, I will never forgive you again!"
”Song Wenchuan fixed his eyes on her, knowing that she was serious."
I know what they mean to you, they may be sorry for the whole world, but they don't feel sorry for you.So there's nothing to be ashamed of when you feel sorry for them, and I won't look down on you for that. ”Song Miao looked at him calmly, smiled, and added, "But I won't feel sorry for them." ”She pulled the quilt for Song Wenchuan, "Have a good rest, I'll go first." ”Song Wenchuan's eyes followed her back, the door opened and closed, and he noticed that the man who was silently waiting for Song Miao outside the door had treated her like a treasure for decades.My fair aunt can be regarded as a bittersweet come.Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and smiled, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and quickly sank into the pillow, without a trace.That night, Song Wenchuan had a very terrible dream, candles, rune paper, and strange statues, he thought, the retribution that my wife said, probably true.