Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

Song Chengyi's face was a little ugly. He looked at Song Wenjing with a sad look: "Wenjing, your mother is right. Shi Sheng has divorced you after all. She can't interfere in the Song family's affairs. Moreover, the old man's current situation is also very bad. Okay, you have to be careful about her."

There is no need to say anything about being careful, the meaning of these words has been clearly expressed.

It is nothing more than the property of the Song family.

Song Chengyi was afraid that Shi Sheng wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Hearing this, Shi Sheng laughed angrily, but Song Wenjing kept holding her hand to signal her not to speak.

Then, the man let go of her hand, walked forward slowly, took off his clothes gracefully, let Shi Sheng carry it for him, then untied the cufflinks and smashed them hard on Song Chengyi's greedy and hypocritical face. Punched: "What qualifications do you have to say anything about her."

"What qualifications do you have to see grandpa?"

"What qualifications do you have to stand here!"

With every word, his fist hit hard.

It seemed like I had been suppressing it for a long time, and my emotions and mood were all tense to the extreme.

There was clearly no expression on his face, but at this moment, the air around him seemed to become thinner.

Weng Huizhu looked at the person who fell on the ground with blood on his face, and exclaimed, with shock in her eyes. She pushed Song Wenjing away, raised her hand and slapped her: "Song Wenjing, are you crazy? He is your father! How can you be so unfilial!"

Facing Weng Huizhu's slap, Song Wenjing didn't even try to dodge. His pupils trembled slightly and he staggered back.

Song Chengyi collapsed to the ground, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled bitterly: "Huizhu, don't stop me, just let him beat me. If this can relieve your anger, then let him beat me to death."

Weng Huizhu's eyes were red and her fingertips were trembling. She glared at him angrily: "Shut up, Wen Jing really dares to kill you!"

Song Chengyi closed his mouth tightly.

Song Wenjing shook his hand.

Weng Huizhu took a deep breath and stood between the father and son, separating them: "Wen Jing, you can't hit him. He is your father after all. Even if you don't like him, you can't change this reality."

Song Chengyi's blood is flowing in his body, this is a fact.

Shi Sheng was at the side, clutching Song Wenjing's clothes tightly. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Song Wenjing sneered: "Mom, have you forgotten how decisive he was when he abandoned you?"

"You hugged me and begged him to come back in the snow, begged him to look at me and look at you. Did he look back?"

"Do you remember what he said at that time? He said that in this life, he hates you and hates me."

Song Wenjing's eyes turned red and she tugged at her lips. She felt that this scene was really ridiculous now: "And you are still protecting him."

"What else do you like about this person?"

Song Wenjing didn't understand.

What Song Chengyi did back then, abandoning his wife and children, was really enough to kill him with a thousand cuts.

Shi Sheng had never heard Song Wenjing say this before. When he heard it for the first time, it was as if a wound in his heart had been violently torn open, with blood dripping from inside.

She saw Song Wenjing's shoulders trembling.

Song Wenjing tightened her lips, glanced at Song Chengyi, and said sarcastically: "Why, now you can't survive outside and have no money, so you remember that you have a son and an ex-wife?"

"Song Chengyi, if you had any backbone, you should die outside and never come back. You make me feel sick."

Song Wenjing spoke harshly and was surrounded by air-conditioning, making people tremble in the cold.

Song Chengyi's body stiffened for a moment, and his remaining self-esteem was completely torn away by Song Wenjing. The fig leaf was torn off, and he was terribly embarrassed.

But Weng Huizhu stood beside Song Chengyi as if he was stupid, still protecting him: "Song Wenjing, that's enough! That happened so long ago, I have forgotten it, so don't mention it again, who hasn't When you were young?"

Song Wenjing pulled her lips and looked at Weng Huizhu disappointedly: "So, you want to stand beside Song Chengyi and accuse me?"

Weng Huizhu was a little anxious: "I'm not. I hope you can get along well. He is your father after all. Can't we be a good family?"