Loving a virtuous wife: The president of the milk dog stands aside

Seeing that the door couldn't be opened, Shao Tingxun's eyes sank, and he kicked the door open.

The door was kicked open with a loud sound, but Song Qingyin was squatting at the entrance, curled up in a ball, trembling slightly because of sobbing.

Because of this violent noise, Song Qingyin finally raised her head from her sadness.

She was covered with mist and turned red, and her worrying eyes happened to meet Shao Tingxun's anxious and angry eyes smartly.

And Shao Tingxun's eager and angry eyes suddenly softened the moment he saw her, and the tenderness could even pinch water.

Without a word of extraneous words, Shao Tingxun stepped forward and pulled Song Qingyin into his arms tightly, hugged with distress, and gently stroked Song Qingyin's back with his hands.

Song Qingyin was already sad, but when Shao Tingxun appeared like this, her emotions seemed to collapse across the board, and she buried herself in Shao Tingxun's arms and wept loudly.

And listening to Song Qingyin's cry, Shao Tingxun wished he could kill Song Liancheng directly.

"It's okay, those people are not worthy of your attention, they are not worthy of your tears." Shao Tingxun comforted him distressedly.

It took a long time for Song Qingyin to calm down. She raised her eyes and took a deep look at Shao Tingxun, "I treat you so badly, why do you treat me so well?"

Song Qingyin's heart is full of guilt at this moment, she only hates her past self for being too unreasonable.

However, Shao Tingxun directly held her face, pressed it against her forehead, and responded to her with a magnetic and deep voice, "Fool, you are a baby, of course I have to treat you well."

Song Qingyin's heart trembled, and her eyes turned red again.

Shao Tingxun stayed for several hours before finally comforting Song Qingyin and leaving.

Coming out of Song Qingyin's residence, the tenderness in his eyes was gone, leaving only darkness.

To make his beloved so sad is simply courting death.

Song Qingle seemed to be tired of this life. He intended to let her live, but she couldn't blame him for not cherishing it.

Song Qingle did not expect that he would be re-transferred to a mental hospital not long after he stayed in prison.

It is said that the head of the psychiatric hospital where she was staying received a red envelope and was removed from office, and the affairs he accepted were re-investigated and verified.

So it was discovered that Song Liancheng spent 50 yuan to get her out of the hospital, and she returned to her original place.

And Song Liancheng may also face prison.

What will happen to Song Liancheng? Song Qingle doesn't care at all. What she cares about is that she will return to the place that broke her down again.

Therefore, she even hated Song Liancheng's incompetence.

On her way back to the mental hospital, her car was stopped.

Then her eyes dimmed, and when she woke up again, she saw Shao Tingxun sitting in front of her.

Shao Tingxun's eyes were too cold, but just one glance made Song Qingle's heart tremble.

Song Qingle also instantly understood why she returned to the hospital again.

But this can be regarded as a result she expected, but she didn't want to come so early.

"Mr. Shao." Song Qingle looked at Shao Tingxun pretending to be calm, "It's against the law for you to rob a police car like this, aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

Stepping forward, Shao Tingxun grabbed Song Qingle's chin, and Shao Tingxun met his cold eyes.

"It's the hospital that doesn't treat you well, and life is too boring, that makes you dare to treat my wife like this?!"

Song Qingle, who had no idea in her heart, did not make any resistance.

She thought that Shao Tingxun would run into this incident, and Shao Tingxun would not let her go no matter what he said.

Therefore, before Qian Tingxun spoke, she might as well be more sensible, "Mr. Shao, I'm sorry, I offended you."

Song Qingle apologized, but her body kept moving back, her eyes darkened little by little, and at the moment when no one could react, blood flowed from her mouth.

Shao Tingxun's pretty brows sank deeply, and when blood ran down his arm, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he threw Song Qingle away.

Soon someone checked Song Qingle's body and reported the situation to Shao Tingxun.

"Mr. Shao, Song Qingle committed suicide just now, and it is confirmed that the rescue failed."

Paused, hesitated for a while, and the person who was checking the situation said again, "Judging from the speed and movement of Song Qingle's death, she should have planned it early in the morning, and she has already lost her life before seeing you." thoughts."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingle was freed by his hand, Shao Tingxun's gloomy face was much uglier.

Naturally, Song Qingle would not die so peacefully.

She hated Song Qingyin so much that she left a big 'gift' for Song Qingyin when she left.

The first time she left, Song Liancheng received a package from Song Qingle.

"Mr. Song Liancheng? Here is a letter from you."

He was a bit puzzled, not knowing who would write him the letter, and it wasn't until the moment he opened it that he realized that it was Song Qingle's last letter to him.

——Dad, when you saw this letter, I couldn't bear the burden any longer, and lived with the crimes that shouldn't belong to me.My sister knows that you take care of me, she will never let me go, I don’t know how long I can live, but knowing that there are people who love me so much in this world, I will definitely work hard to live.If you receive this letter, my daughter can only say sorry. My daughter has tried very hard to survive, but she still can't resist her sister's intrusion.

Just after reading the letter, Song Liancheng was deeply stunned, and the light in his eyes instantly disappeared.

"Qing Le!"

He yelled Song Qingle's name in pain and powerlessness, and ran outside in a hurry after realizing it.

After rushing to the prison, Song Liancheng asked the staff to find out that Song Qingle had been transferred back to the hospital.

His heart was suffocated, and he didn't dare to stay for half a minute and was about to rush to the hospital, but the news came here immediately.

"Song Liancheng, did you just ask about your daughter?"

Song Liancheng paused, feeling a faint premonition in his heart, and nodded with difficulty, "Well, she...what's wrong with her?"

Seeing his state, the staff couldn't help but look deeply, "Your daughter escaped from prison when she was being transferred, and she committed suicide after successfully escaping from prison."

Before he said anything about this matter, Song Liancheng looked so panic-stricken, and the staff couldn't help wondering, "Could it be that Mr. Song Liancheng already knew about this matter?"

There was no response, but the staff saw Song Liancheng collapsed in front of him, slumped on the ground.

"Sir, don't get excited. This is your daughter's own choice."

……

The staff comforted him for a while, but Song Liancheng still looked downcast, and he didn't know how much he had listened to.

When Song Liancheng reacted again, his eyes were fragile, and the collapse had long since disappeared, but the rest of his eyes were full of anger and darkness.

Although he liked Song Qingyin no matter how much, he still couldn't see Song Qingyin killing Song Qingle like this.

suicide? !prison Break? !
How could Song Qingle, who was frail and terrified, do it now.

Apparently it's all just framing.

He didn't want Song Qingyin to be so insane.

If he hadn't received the last letter Song Qingle left him just now, he wouldn't have believed anything. The daughter he loved since he was a child, but grew up under his nose in just a few years, turned into such a devilish person. Come out in a bad shape.

And Song Qingyin didn't even know about Song Qingle, so Song Liancheng hurried to find her again.

"Bang bang bang-"

Like Shao Tingxun, Song Liancheng was angry and slammed the door roughly, which made Song Qingyin subconsciously think it was Shao Tingxun.

This time she got up and opened the door.

But it was Song Liancheng who didn't want to come face to face.

She frowned, and wanted to push Song Liancheng out of the door, but when she didn't respond, Song Liancheng stepped forward and grabbed her by the neck.

Her breathing was blocked, and the air she exhaled became thinner instantly, and her face flushed red.

Not even giving her time to resist, Song Liancheng grabbed her neck with one hand and slapped her face heavily with the other.

"You bastard, how could I have given birth to a black-hearted daughter like you!"

"Your sister has suffered so much, and you are not enough. You even want to take her life. Don't you have nightmares at night?!"

"Mei En was kind all his life, and I thought I didn't do anything harmful to nature in this life, how could it make you look like this?"

……

From Song Liancheng's few words, Song Qingyin judged that Song Qingle was dead.

And Song Qingle was not only dead, her ridiculous father actually thought she killed him.

Song Qingle might be able to do something like murder, but it's absolutely impossible for her, Song Qingyin, to be so vicious.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and Song Qingyin deeply felt that she might just die in Song Liancheng's hands.

With increasingly shallow consciousness, she thought that Song Liancheng would really take her life to "vent anger" for Song Qingle.

Struggling hard, her heart became ruthless, and she kicked Song Liancheng's body with a cold force, which allowed her to escape from Song Liancheng's grasp and was able to breathe heavily.

She took a big gulp to catch her breath, and looked at Song Liancheng with her cold eyes.

"Song Qingle is dead?"

When she didn't get a response, she said again, "A person like her deserves to die!"

As she said that, she laughed out loud, and the bitterness in her heart spread little by little, so that her laughter became more hollow and harsh.

Song Qingle died, and Song Qingyin could still smile like this, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

A sharp light flashed in Song Liancheng's eyes, and he took out a fruit knife that he had prepared earlier.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Liancheng landed on Song Qingyin's calf quickly and hard.

But after a while, blood flowed out from Song Qingyin's calf, which was particularly dazzling and coquettish under Song Qingyin's fair skin.

The sharp pain spread instantly, and Song Qingyin fell to her knees directly on the ground.

She looked incredulously, even desperately at the fruit knife stuck in her calf.

What can this long-prepared fruit knife show.

Song Liancheng came prepared, this time he made up his mind to take her life? !
A sense of despair and helplessness crept up from the bottom of my heart.

She looked at Song Liancheng coldly, strangely, and unfeelingly.

"Song Qingle is dead. She deserves it. It has nothing to do with me. Why do you treat me like this!"