The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 180 The host is the green tea bully (52)

"Mom, our family is rich. Didn't you tell us when we were young that no matter how big a crime we committed, as long as we have money, we can solve it. You can use money to solve this matter, right?"

Just like the girl they played to death in college.

No matter how violent her family was, it was not settled with money in the end.

"That's right, isn't that woman dead yet? As long as she's not dead, it can be solved with some money. It just so happens that she can't say anything now, and the previous things can be suppressed!"

Although a little scared, that kind of fear is like a mortal fearing ghosts, not out of the fear of despising human life.

Moreover, in their hearts, there is nothing that money can't solve. If it can't be solved, it means that there is not enough money!
Song Anan's head could almost spit out fire:

"Do you two have any brains? You are premeditating murder now. How could I have given birth to you two stupid idiots with a head and a pig's brain? You are not as good as half Li Muhe!"

When the two heard that Song An'an compared them with Li Muhe, they were annoyed:

"Mom, why do you compare us with him, we are your sons!"

"I wish you were not my son!"

Song Anan was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

If he had known that he would give birth to two stupid things without brains, he would have directly regarded Li Muhe as his son.

But that's just thinking about it. The truth is, Song An'an still has to wipe their butts.

Can……

The faces of the two were clearly photographed on the surveillance. Before Song An'an could figure out a way, the police had already come to the door and took the two away.

The little internet celebrity was quickly rescued. After Song Anan found out, she went to find the little internet celebrity, but she was ridiculed by the other party, and the two almost didn't quarrel.

This matter also had an impact on the sentencing results of the two cases of Song An'an, plus there was another force involved in it, and Song An'an's two sons were sentenced to 8 years in prison.

As soon as the verdict came out, Song Anan almost fainted without crying. She went to beg Li Zhongming, but only then did she realize what a selfish man he was.

Li Zhongming's attitude towards Song An'an became extremely indifferent after the sentence of Song An'an's son came out, instead of a normal state, he was extraordinarily generous and gentle towards Li Muhe, just like a loving father.

Li Muhe was not emotional at all. Li Zhongming's attitude changed drastically because he found that Song An'an's two sons could no longer be relied on, and Sheng Ye's board of directors had already stood by his side. Li Zhongming just didn't want to be without support for the rest of his life.

"Those are the good sons you are used to, and there is nothing I can do about a loving mother's failure."

Li Zhongming only had himself in his heart, with an indifferent attitude, as if Song An'an's two sons did not have his blood flowing in their bodies.

Song Anan didn't expect Li Zhongming to be so cold-blooded, turned around, and she begged Li Muhe again, but the latter ignored him completely.

Song An'an's heart was broken, she didn't expect Li Zhongming and Li Muhe to be so ruthless, they are a family:
"Zhongming, Muhe, I beg you, Muhe, you must have a way, save your brother, okay?"

Li Muhe was still in the mood to act with Song Anan before, but now, Li Muhe only hopes to see Su Ye as soon as possible:

　Tsangyang Gyatso "That Life"

　　At that moment, I raised the wind horse not to beg for blessings but to wait for your arrival

　　That day I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting in the incense mist of the scripture hall
　　On that day, the mani pile was built not for cultivating virtue, but for throwing stones into the heart lake

　　That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath

　　In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not for exaltation but just to touch your fingertips
　　In that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road not to see you, but to hug your warmth
　　In that life, turning mountains, rivers, and Buddhist pagodas was not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way
　　At that moment, I flew into a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy

　　
　
(End of this chapter)