Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1190 Fanwai·Song Wenchuan

Upon learning that Zhou Manli had passed away, Song Wenchuan thought he would be sad, but in fact, more of it was relief.

He thought that he had inherited the coldness from Zhou Manli and Song Rui in his bones.

Zhou Manli died on the day before Song Rui was released from prison. Five years in jail, made this high-spirited company boss look old. He was dressed in the clothes he used to be in prison, carrying a small bag in his hand, and hobbled out of the iron gate.

The prison guard stood at the door and said to every prisoner who was released, "Don't come back again. From now on, be a good man."

Well, be a man——

When the blood splashed on Song Wenchuan's body, he was still chewing the meaning of these four words slowly.

But in the next second, a large truck rushed in because it lost control, crushing Song Rui, who was too late to dodge, into mud.

The prison guards stood there blankly, and the other prisoners who had not had time to come out had lingering fears.

Almost died...

As soon as their eyes fell on the muddy puddle of meat under the wheel, they quickly moved away in fright, thinking: What a shame...

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the young man who was standing aside and was splashed with blood.

The heart is more sympathetic.

Is this coming to pick up the deceased's son? It's hard to hope that the relatives are released from prison, so much heartbreak!

In fact, Song Wenchuan was at a loss.

He even suspected that this was God's prank. In just two days, he lost his parents.

His hands and feet were cold, and it was not until the police and the forensic doctor came together that he could not recover and sat staggering on the ground. I stared blankly and moved away from the ground of the truck, where the minced meat had been picked up by the forensic doctor.

However, there is no way to put together a complete body.

Song Wenchuan pulled his lips, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

When he woke up, he saw Song Yaoya who was sitting next to the hospital bed. Song Weiwei was also nearby, peeling apples. The moment he wakes up, his eyes are red.

"Brother, you scared me to death!"

Song Yaoya raised his hand, wanting to try his forehead temperature.

"Snapped--"

Song Wenchuan stretched out his hand abruptly, and squeezed her hand tightly, her lips leaked with blood and her eyes were scarlet. "Did you do it?"

Immediately afterwards, at a speed visible to the naked eye, he saw Song Yaoyao's complexion quickly sink, and a flash of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

"That's what you think?"

"I--"

Song Wenchuan woke up in an instant, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he opened his mouth, but first choked out, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...I just won't have any more..." Mom and Dad...

Even if they are bad and cold, they are not bad for him.

Song Yaoyao didn't relax because of his expression. She just looked at him calmly and said indifferently: "From the beginning to the end, I never put them in my eyes. Instead of suspecting murder, why don't you think about it? , What if-is it retribution?"

retribution……

Song Wenchuan fell back into the hospital bed embarrassedly. He twitched his lips. At this moment, he looked particularly fragile, as if it was a porcelain, which would break when touched.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"I didn't blame you."

Seeing him like this, Song Yaoya let out a sigh of relief and said seriously: "This is the last chance I will give you. If you doubt me next time, I will never forgive you again!"

Song Wenchuan was determined to watch her, knowing she was serious.

"I know what they mean to you. They may be sorry to all the people in the world, but not you. So you are sorry for them. It's nothing shameful, and I won't look down on you because of it." Song Yaoyao calmly Stared at him, smiled, and added: "But I won't feel sorry for them."

She pulled the quilt for Song Wenchuan, "Get a good rest, I'm leaving now."

Song Wenchuan's eyes followed her back, the door opened and closed, he noticed that the man waiting for Song Yaoya silently outside the door had treated her like a treasure for decades.

She is so beautiful that she has come with all suffering.

Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and smiled, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes and quickly sank into the pillow without a trace.

It was night, Song Wenchuan had a terrible dream, candles, talisman paper, weird idols...

He thought, the retribution that Yaoyao said was probably true.

(End of this chapter)