The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 595 She Wants to Live
do not know anything.

It's rare that someone like Song Yuanzhi, who is strong in the outside world, has such a tough tone and a firm attitude one day. If it weren't for this situation, Song Ye would have wanted to look at him with admiration.

It seems that compared to her threats, the woman's words are more powerful in deterring Song Yuanzhi.

"Even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't know." Seeing Song Ye standing there without responding, Song Yuanzhi stiffened for a moment, still holding his neck, "I've raised you for 15 years anyway, you This kind of abuse of us, if it spreads out, it will be struck by lightning."

There was a thunderbolt.Regardless of the kindness of nurturing, ungrateful, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The stinkiest words that the world fears most are all added to Song Ye at this moment. Even people with high power and status cannot cross this bottom line, because morality reminds them to keep their conscience.

But Song Ye didn't need this kind of thing.

She walked around behind Song Yuanzhi, twisted his arm from the man in black's hand with her own hands, and lifted it up with her backhand, only hearing a crisp click.

"Ah!" Song Yuanzhi, who was still so stubborn, screamed at once. The severe pain made him twitch all over his body, his eyes turned white and he wanted to roll all over the floor, but the broken arm was still pinched by Song Ye. hand, making him unable to move for half a minute.

"Ah, Song Ye, what are you doing? He's your father..." Lu Lan was also frightened and screamed. She subconsciously took a step forward to stop her, but Song Ye turned her head and looked back. in place.

The girl's usually cold eyebrows and eyes were filled with a strong smell of blood at this time. Anyone who was targeted by her seemed to be falling into hell. She just pinched Song Yuanzhi's broken arm and looked at Lu Lan's mother faintly. The two girls said, "I'm not in a good mood right now, I advise you not to mess with me."

That tone was definitely not as simple as a child throwing a temper tantrum. The strong sense of oppression even made Zhao Chongbin next to him feel a little trembling.

Song Ye is a person who has blood on her hands, and killing people is just a blink of an eye to her.

"Ah, don't, let go, I beg you to let go, it hurts." Song Yuanzhi was caught off guard by the sudden injury, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, he begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

No matter how ugly the trouble was before, Song Ye had never touched him before, so subconsciously, he believed that Song Ye still had some feelings for him and would soften his heart, as long as he killed him and didn't say anything, nothing would happen.

But it wasn't until the moment his arm was twisted that he realized how wrong he was of course.

"Hmm." Song Ye's voice was still very flat, and his lowered eyebrows seemed to be thinking about something, "How can I convince you that I will really kill you?"

The latter sentence was very soft, like a whisper, but it fell on Song Yuanzhi's ears like a death note like a devil from hell.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in vain felt the same severe pain from the other hand, click click click, the shoulder blade was removed under the slender fingers with great skill, and then pushed back, her The technique is very clean and neat, and it is more professional than the old doctor who treats bruises.

But she also knows what angle and strength will make people feel more painful.

The screams in the hut resounded over the empty building area and did not dissipate for a long time.

Song Ye threw the man back to the ground, looked down from the corner of his eyes slightly to see the man who was once called his father crying and wailing on the ground, twitching and writhing in pain.

Then, she stretched out her foot and stepped on the man's calf, there was no coldness in her eyes, only endless numbness, "Have you thought about how to answer me?"

What's the use of conscience, what's the use of morality, if you don't have this life, no matter how many things you have, it's just empty talk.

She wants to live, to use the life God gave her again, to stay in this world, by Qin Zhan's side, and by the people she cares about.

For this goal, killing and bloodshed, she doesn't mind bearing any amount of infamy.

The toes crushed the man's calf and increased his strength, but if Song Yuanzhi hesitated for a second longer, he would become disabled in the future.

Fear, endless cold came from the bottom of his heart, Song Yuanzhi gradually didn't even dare to cry under her numb gaze, and the pain on his feet made him raise his head in panic, the defense line in his heart completely collapsed, "I said, I said, don’t break my foot, Song Ye, I’ll say anything, please take it away.”

The man never imagined that one day he would be trampled under by Song Ye in such embarrassment, and he howled in pain like a bereaved dog, without dignity.

Until the strength in his feet disappeared, he lay on the ground panting violently, looking at the dark roof above his head, still in a daze.

What I picked up 18 years ago was a cash cow or a devil.

"18 years ago, the woman who carried you was very young. She was very beautiful and had a somewhat similar appearance to yours. On a snowy night, she was as beautiful as an elf who fell into the mortal world. I The first time I saw her, I couldn't help walking towards her..."

Accompanied by the man's hoarse voice in pain, the scenes of snowy nights flying 18 years ago, like yellowed old photos, were revealed before Song Ye's eyes again.

Eighteen years ago, a young woman came to Yuncheng alone, and snowflakes fell on her body in the middle of the night. She stood by the river for a long time, her shoulders and hair were covered with heavy snow color.

Song Yuanzhi, who got off the night shift from the factory, walked quickly, but was attracted by the lonely and beautiful face of a woman at the bridgehead.

He thought that the woman would jump into the river too much, so he walked over to try to persuade her, but found Song Ye who was still a baby under her gorgeous mink fur coat.

The child was wrapped in a handmade woolen blanket, with exquisite and lovely eyebrows and eyes, somewhat similar to a woman, not crying or fussing, just quietly looking at the woman's side face.

"If you are willing to raise this child for me, the money will be yours." The woman stuffed the wallet to him, and handed over the child like a hot potato.

A jade token, a wallet, and a wool blanket are the last things a woman leaves for her child.

"Will you come back?" At that time, Song Yuanzhi fell in love with the single guy at first sight, thinking that she would come back to find the child.

"Maybe." The woman's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and her fingertips were drawn across the child's face, and finally she seemed to sigh, "From now on, it depends on your luck."

On that snowy night, the woman left until she was completely gone in the snowflakes, and she never looked back.

When Song Ye came out of the hut, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and almost fell.

"Be careful, boss." Zhao Chongbin stretched out his hand to support her, looking at the girl with ups and downs of distressed eyes.

(End of this chapter)