Withdrawal reaction [ABO]

When Song Hui sat opposite Wei Xinran, he still had a fake and flattering smile on his face.

Wei Xinran felt more and more that this woman's city was unfathomable.

"Xian Ran, what are you looking for today?" Song Hui smiled and poured tea for Wei Xinran, "When will you bring Xiao Ning back for dinner?"

Wei Xinran cut to the chase and said, "How did Song Jin die?"

Song Hui shook his hand when he heard the words, and a large piece of tea was spilled on the table.

Wei Xinran looked at her expression quietly, and asked, "She committed suicide, right?"

Song Hui's hands were shaking a little, and it took him a long time to put down the teapot.

"Whether my sister is dead or alive, how would I know?" Song Hui resisted to the end, "After all, my sister is missing."

Song Hui pretended to be angry, and said seriously: "It's a pity, if you do this again, Auntie will really be angry."

Wei Xinran put the letter that Song Yanzhi had stolen in front of Song Hui, and said softly, "Song Hui, do you want to cooperate with me?"

It's not a question, but a statement tone, as if he is sure that Song Hui will make the choice he wants, or as if...he is sure that Song Hui has only this choice.

Song Hui looked at some old envelopes on the table quietly, without saying a word.

Wei Xinran just waited.

They waited from the scorching sun at noon until the sun set in the west, and the red fire clouds burned in the sky, and the orange twilight stained their skirts.

Song Hui remained motionless, the tea in front of him was already cold, Wei Xinran waited patiently, after a long time, Song Hui finally spoke.

"A few days ago, Tianzhixiang Group acquired the shares of Song Group. You did it, right?" Song Hui asked with a self-deprecating smile.

Wei Xinran half closed his eyes, and nodded lazily: "Yeah."

Song Hui laughed out loud, looked up at the ceiling, and tried to squeeze back the tears, but the tears still flowed from her eye sockets, and then flowed down her skin.

Song Hui lowered her head, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and sniffed hard.

Song Hui wiped her face, brushed her hair back from her forehead, and looked up at Wei Xinran again.

"She's dead." Song Hui's voice became hoarse.

She looked at Wei Xinran and quietly shed tears.

"When she died, there was no one around her." Song Hui had suppressed this feeling for so many years, and even venting it was powerless and desolate.

"I even, I even didn't even have the chance to see her dead body." Song Hui broke down in tears, "For so many years, I don't know how to dream about her."

Since Song Jin's death, Song Hui has never had a good dream.

Always a nightmare.

But there was never Song Jin there, because what Song Jin left for her were all good memories.

When I was young, I felt that taking pictures was very naive, and I was unwilling to take pictures with Song Jin. Now Song Jin has no tenderness left, and Song Hui doesn't even have a photo of her.

She never saw Song Jin who was with her again.

Song Hui cried quietly for a long time, so long that Wei Xinran became impatient.

Song Hui finally got red eyes and took out a ledger from her bag.

"I've been humbled for so many years, it's impossible not to know anything about it." Song Hui handed the ledger to Wei Xinran, "The transactions made by Lu Mo, as long as I can get my hands on them, I will record them here."

Wei Xinran reached out to pick it up, but didn't move it. Song Hui pressed the ledger hard.

"Xiaozhi. Song Yanzhi." Song Hui asked with some difficulty, "What promise did you give him?"

Wei Xinran raised his eyebrows and said, "Su Beihan and the Song family are cooperating with Zhixiang Group."

Song Hui smiled sadly, shook his head, and let go of his hand.

"Xiao Zhi is exactly the same as when I was young." Song Hui said weakly and softly, "Take it away, don't, just don't lie to him."

Wei Xinran took it and turned it over, frowned and said, "Is this true?"

Song Hui nodded, and sat on the chair as if he had lost all his strength, without speaking.

Wei Xinran frowned: "There are many companies here that are involved with the Song family, you will give this to me? You know I want to attack them, right?"

Song Hui smiled wryly.

"Son, who told you that I care about the Song family?"

Wei was stunned for a moment, and looked at her in disbelief.

Song Hui shed tears again as if relieved from a heavy burden, and said softly: "Over the years, I have made the Song family and the Lu family very close. I planned to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, but when I thought about Xiao Zhi, I couldn't bear it." I want to leave a way out for Xiao Zhi."

"Lu Yunyan is a good way out. He has nothing to do with the Lu family and Lu Mo's affairs. He also has a career, which is pretty good."

"I'm a hard-hearted person." Song Hui sighed, "I don't like Song Yanning, the Song family, and the only one I care about, Xiaozhi, hasn't fulfilled her mother's duties well."

"Now you are finally here to take over all of this, and I have to thank you." Song Hui said, "I can finally rest."

Song Hui was also young once. Like Song Yanzhi, she also fell in love with another person vigorously outside of her engagement.

She is not as lucky as Song Yanzhi, the person she fell in love with is beyond gold and jade, but inside of failure.

That man did not have a family background, and the sweet talk to Song Hui was only for the power and money of the Song family. Within three months of marriage, Song Hui was subjected to domestic violence.

When Song Hui finally couldn't take it anymore, she called the Song family for help in the middle of the night, but the Song family told her: You don't want the Song family, and the Song family doesn't need to care about you.

In the end, Song Hui couldn't bear it, and finally called Song Jin for help.

Song Jin, who was far away in Jiangzhou, came to Qinzhou overnight with his ID card and mobile phone, bought a kitchen knife downstairs in Song Hui's house, rushed upstairs, and chopped a kitchen knife on the dining table.

Cut it one centimeter away from the man's finger.

"Divorce! Divorce me immediately!" Song Jin firmly held Song Hui's hand, "Don't you dare to call my sister again—"

Song Jin grabbed the man's collar with one hand, pulled out the kitchen knife with the other and shook it in front of the man's face.

"My old lady chopped you up with a knife!!!"

For many years after that, Song Hui had long forgotten the appearance of the man he once loved, but he still remembered Song Jin at that time.

Song Hui remembered every movement, every expression, every movement of Song Jin's hair.

Her sister, her Song Jin.

Her myriad beauty.

died.

Because of Lu Mo.

Of course Song Hui hated Lu Mo, but she was too weak to fight against Lu Mo, so she could only lie dormant.

She wanted to become the person she hated the most. She abused Song Yanning, indulged Song Yanzhi, flattered Lu Mo and Lu Yunyan, and tried every means to tie the Song family and the Lu family together.

With the most snobbish and disgusting face, she made Lu Mo think that she was a snobbish woman, and after giving her enough money, she trusted her.

Everything was going well, but Wei Xinran suddenly appeared and disrupted her plan.

Song Huiben wanted to fight against Zhixiang Group, but she discovered that Song Yanzhi secretly met people, stole her hidden letter, and then secretly met people.

Song Hui also found out that Song Yanzhi was pregnant.

Song Hui understood.

Song Hui was tired.

Too tired, since someone has come to take over, why not just quit and take good care of your children?

Song Yanzhi was so big, Song Hui really didn't take a good look at him.

Song Hui wanted to give up all of this and take good care of Song Yanzhi. She even began to fantasize about the days after Song Yanzhi had a child: there would be a cute baby who babbled and called her "grandma".

Who doesn't look forward to the quiet time?

But Song Hui's fate is bad, never bad.

Whatever she was looking forward to, was all ashes and ashes.

Song Hui cooked soup specially, and when he came to Song Yanzhi's work place, he planned to have a good talk with Song Yanzhi, and then take good care of Song Yanzhi, and the two of them got through this hurdle together.

It doesn't matter if Song Yanzhi likes that man named "Beihan", as long as he treats Song Yanzhi well.

Song Hui didn't want to care about anything anymore, she just wanted to make fun of her grandson, Cheng Huan's knee.

But when Song Hui rushed outside the recording studio, he saw Song Yanzhi lying in a pool of blood.

Song Hui shook his hand, and the insulated box in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap", and the thick soup overflowed in embarrassment.

Song Hui couldn't hear any sound, she raised her head in a daze, Song Hui's eyes darkened, and she passed out.

Before the darkness came, Song Hui saw a person running away from the stairs in a panic.

Song Yanning.