Chapter 837
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Paralyzed.
But?
But she had nothing! Until now, she still didn't understand that Song Yaoyao was no longer the pitiful little girl that they could bully at will.
Now, it was the Song family who had to suck up to Song Yaoyao!
"You, you …"
Zhou Manli was frightened by his ferocious eyes that looked like he was going to eat her alive. She felt very guilty.
She opened her mouth and said angrily, "What's the use of being fierce to me? You speak as if you treat her as your own daughter! "
She wasn't the one who went there. Song Rui was there, but Song Yaoyao wasn't there either.
"Heh, you still have the face to say that? When have I not told you not to be so biased? But what have you done? Did you do as I said? "
"Why didn't I follow your instructions? Did I lack food for her or clothes for her?! "
There was an argument coming from the living room, accompanied by the sound of things being smashed. There was also a woman screaming and crying.
Song Weiwei stood upstairs, hesitating whether to go down and stop them.
The next second, his pupils constricted as he saw Zhou Manli grab the fruit knife.
She reflexively wanted to rush down.
Her wrist was grabbed tightly in an instant.
Song Weiwei turned her head in shock and met a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.
The girl's small face was beautiful and gentle, but the flickering light in her eyes sent chills down one's spine.
"What are you doing? Let go of me! Didn't you see … "
"Ah!"
Hearing the screams, Song Weiwei closed her eyes, her scalp going numb.
She didn't dare to see what had happened.
He loosened his grip, and the person beside him quickly ran down the stairs.
"Mom, Mom, are you alright? Mom … "
Song Weiwei stood at the top of the stairs, her vision turning black.
Zhou Manli was lying in a pool of blood, while Song Rui was sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding arm.
Dark clouds covered the moon, making it so dark that no light could pass through.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
"Miss Song, there's something interesting. Would you like to hear it?"
"Hmm? What? "
Song Yaoyao closed the book and looked at Hou Jiu curiously.
"Your mother … no, it should be your adoptive mother. She's paralyzed."
"Paralyzed?"
Song Yaoyao was surprised. "What's the reason?"
After that, Song Yaoyao listened to Hou Jiu's explanation.
Of course, she did not miss the flash of pleasure in Hou Jiu's eyes.
"That's true …"
Song Yaoyao smacked her lips and came up with a description, "A dog bites another dog, a mouthful of fur."
It was hard to imagine that someone like Song Rui would lose his mind after being provoked.
Song Wen-chuan was very busy these days.
He pulled open the drawer, and there were a few notes inside. The handwriting was strong and unruly.
It was a strength of character that he could never imitate.
However, the other personality in his body had not appeared for a long time.
At first, Song Wen-chuan was glad and even consulted a psychiatrist. The answer he got was that he had already recovered.
Later on, Song Wen-chuan became more and more tired and actually started to miss that 'person'.
Think about it, as long as he slept and woke up, all his problems would be solved.
This was a beautiful wish that everyone had when they encountered difficulties, right? But Song Wen-chuan had it before.
His father was taken away by the police for investigation and was most likely going to be sentenced. His mother was paralyzed on the bed and became a cripple.
The family was torn apart overnight.
Even the peace on the surface could not be maintained.
The Song family became the laughing stock of the upper class. Fortunately, the news was suppressed and did not spread online.
He closed the drawer and pinched his eyebrows. He had to go to the hospital again.
Zhou Manli's condition was not good. Her emotions were unstable and she needed a tranquilizer to calm her down.
(End of chapter)
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