Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

The tea cup brushed against Song Yuan's cheek, leaving a faint red mark on her cheek. After a while, blood overflowed from her cheek.

Song Yuan was still in shock. She raised her hand and gently touched the stinging side of her face. When she raised her hand, she saw bright red blood pricking her eyes.

Her face darkened, her eyes were full of disbelief, and there was blazing anger in her eyes: "Dad! What are you doing!"

Song's mother was also startled and hurriedly grabbed Song's father: "Old Song, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully and don't do anything."

"Don't be so hypocritical!" Song Yuan looked at her fiercely: "You have never regarded me as your daughter. You only have Song Ya in your eyes. Now you are acting hypocritical here. I feel disgusted!"

Mother Song was shocked, and a hint of hurt flashed across her cloudy eyes. She never thought that one day she would hear such words from her own daughter.

Father Song became even more angry: "I've rebelled! You've really rebelled!"

Song Yuan put down her hand and pulled her lips coldly: "I can finally see it. You are just a bunch of cowards. You have never taken Jiaojiao and me seriously. In this case, I won't humiliate myself here. Just treat me as if I have never been here today. Whether Jiaojiao and I live or die has nothing to do with you. You'd better pray that you will never beg in front of us."

She is desperate, but she is not unable to fight her way out.

Song Yuan glanced at Father Song and Mother Song coldly, turned her wheelchair and left.

When she walked to the door, her maid came up behind her: "Madam."

Song Yuan's voice was cold: "Let's go!"

The maid whispered: "Yes."

The car quickly disappeared from the Song family. Song's father seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, sitting helplessly on the sofa, full of exhaustion.

Song's mother barely recovered from her grief, and looked at Song's father who hesitated to speak.

Father Song knew what she wanted to say, and waved his hand feebly: "Stop talking, let me be quiet."

Mother Song stopped talking and just stayed with him quietly.

After a long time, Song's father's rich voice was mixed with loneliness: "I did something wrong."

She should not have been allowed to marry into the Yan family in the first place.

One wrong step after another, she finally made it to where she is today.

Mother Song was silent for a moment, and finally held his hand and patted the back of his hand gently: "This is her own choice, and we have all tried our best."

The blame is that they failed to educate their daughters well.

Father Song sighed: "Let Ya'er come when you have time."

Mother Song paused and looked up at him: "Do you want to..."

Father Song closed his eyes: "This is the last thing I can do for her."

They are old and cannot spend their whole lives cleaning up her mess.

While they are still alive, if you can help, do your best.

Song's mother lowered her eyes: "Ya'er is not a soft persimmon. This matter concerns Xiao Yu. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"Well," he responded: "When we have time, let's go meet that child."

"Xiao Yu?"

Father Song shook his head.

Mother Song's pupils dilated slightly and her lips trembled: "Shen Nuo?"

Father Song acquiesced.

Mother Song was in a daze for a moment and said nothing.

Song's father's voice stood out in the silent night: "Only Shen Nuo can save them."

No one could shake Qin Siyu's decision, except Shen Nuo.

But why should Shen Nuo plead for someone who was determined to harm her?

Song's mother choked back her unfinished words when she saw Song's father's tired face. She was speechless, but her hanging heart never let go.

Qin Siyu has been reluctant to make a move on Yan Jiao, probably not because of any scruples or because he doesn't want to, but because he wants to slow her down little by little and make her life worse than death.

There is a knife hanging over your head every day, and you don't know when it will suddenly fall. Such fear and anxiety torture people's nerves all the time, making people crazy.

This was worse than killing her directly.

Yan Jiao was indeed driven almost crazy, especially after seeing the injuries on Song Yuan's face, she knew that her mother's trip was not going well.

Her eyes turned red instantly, her face fell on her knees, her voice choked with sobs: "Mommy, how about forget it, I did something wrong because of my obsession, I deserve to be punished, please don't worry about me anymore, I feel bad for you .”

Song Yuan looked at the cute and pitiful Yan Jiao lying on her body, her heart felt soft and painful. She raised her hand and touched her head: "Silly child, what are you talking about? How could Mommy let you have trouble? Don't worry. , Mommy will definitely keep you safe."

Yan Jiao raised her head from her knees, her face stained with tears, aggrieved and full of worry: "But..."

"It's nothing!" Song Yuan raised her hand and gently wiped away her tears: "You are mommy's little princess and the noble princess of China. How can you cry? Be good, wipe your face and go to bed. When you wake up, Everything is fine."

Yan Jiao was a little uneasy: "Mommy, what are you going to do?"

Song Yuan leaned forward and kissed her cheek with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, Mommy still wants to see you enter a happy marriage. How could she be willing to do anything wrong. Mommy just wants to see an old friend."

"What friend?" Yan Jiao was confused.

Song Yuan smiled lightly and said nothing: "Good boy, go to sleep."

Yan Jiao bit her lip, but stood up under Song Yuan's uncompromising gaze.

"Then Mommy, you should go to bed early too."

"Ah."

Yan Jiao stood up and left. The moment she turned around, the innocent expression on her face instantly disappeared, and her eyes were filled with contemplation.

Just as she was about to enter the elevator, Song Yuan's voice came: "Jiaojiao."

Yan Jiao's movements paused, and before she could turn around, she heard Song Yuan's voice coming from behind.

"Let's find someone else to like," she said, "Qin Siyu is not suitable for you."

Her hands clenched tightly, and a flash of cold resentment flashed across Yan Jiao's eyes, but she lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "I know, Mommy."

Song Yuan said nothing more, sat in the wheelchair and closed her eyes.

Yan Jiao entered the elevator with a gloomy expression.

When she returned to the room, she expressionlessly took the cat-shaped pillow on the bed, glanced down at it, and with a strong hand, she tore the pillow mercilessly, and the pillow was instantly torn in half.

It was like a cat being torn open from the middle, with countless fluff falling from the middle like blood.

She looked at this scene with a gentle and innocent smile on her face.

"Do you like someone else?" She smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Only useless people would do this."

The person she likes must be the best!

Qin Siyu should be hers!

He is just bewitched by Shen Nuo's magic now. When she kills Shen Nuo, he will always see her without Shen Nuo.

Yan Jiao dropped the broken cat-shaped pillow in her hand and hugged a human-shaped pillow into her arms.

That human-shaped pillow clearly looked like Qin Siyu.

She kissed the handsome face on the pillow with a fascination, as if she saw the scene of the man holding her in his arms, she giggled and her eyes were obsessed.

"Brother Siyu," she murmured, "you want me."

Cotton batting was scattered on the ground. The woman's obsessed and gentle look paired with the cat-shaped pillow that was torn in half made the scene very strange.