Dear Mr. Shi

Lu Meiyan was so fierce that her whole body trembled. Her face was pale, sweat oozes from her forehead, and she cautiously said: "Song Ci, you were deceived by your sister. She is a ruthless person. She is really rich. Her brother left. At that time, she left a large sum of money for her, but she just didn’t want to pay it back to us. If you don’t believe me...

After that, she took out her mobile phone and handed it to Song Ci, "Look, this is a text message she sent us. She has money, but she doesn't want to help us pay it back!"

The content of the message caused a sharp pain in Song Ci's eyes. The ruthless word was like a sharp knife, pierced fiercely into his chest, stinging his heart and eyes!

He didn't want to believe that this text message was sent by Song Qinghuan, but it was indeed Song Qinghuan's phone number.

Lu Meiyan cheered on the fire: "Little words, Qinghuan is so merciless, and ignores me and your dad at all. You can call Qinghuan to come home. Don't say that she can't borrow money. You have to say that her brother is in our house. , She came right away. When she comes, we begged her to let her lend us money."

Song Ci hesitated and didn't mean to call.

Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang looked at each other, their expressions changed suddenly, and went up to beat Song Qiliang crying: "You stinky man blames you, Xiaotao, my Xiaotao is about to be killed, what should I do? ..."

She cursed and hit, so that Song Qiliang yelled and yelled at Song Ci: "Little Ci, save Dad, Little Ci."

Song Ci was driven crazy by them, and he roared, full of power: "Shut up all of you!"

Immediately, Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang didn't dare to cry or make trouble anymore.

She stood there holding her breath, watching Song Ci quietly, and when they saw Song Ci taking out the phone and dialing Song Qinghuan's phone, they looked at each other again, and the sinister light slipped through their eyes.

Not long after Shi Yuhan left, Song Qinghuan was woken up by a phone call.

She touched the phone in a daze, and saw that Song Ci was calling, so she opened the phone answer button and let out a weak "hello".

"Sister..." The voice of Song Ci on the other end of the phone was trembling and nervous.

Song Qinghuan, who had not yet woken up, didn't notice anything wrong, so he gave a random "um", and then asked, "What's wrong?"

After a pause, Song Ci's voice sounded again: "Sister, your brother has come to our house..."

Eyes widened, Song Qinghuan's sleep disappeared without a trace in an instant: "What did you say?"

Song Ci whispered: "Your brother is in our house, but he passed out after he came in and said two sentences. Of course he still has pulse and breath, but he is very weak."

Song Qinghuan immediately opened the quilt and jumped off the bed: "Then call me quickly and take my brother to the hospital."

Song Ci said: "No way. Before he passed out, he said that he could not be sent to the hospital. He only told you to come home immediately. He told you about important things."

My brother is still involved in cases. If he goes to the hospital, he will be exposed. The police will come to the door, and the bad guys will come to the door. At that time, the elder brother is even more dangerous. Therefore, it is true that he should not be rushed to the hospital.

"I'll be there right away!" After Song Qinghuan hung up the phone, she changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

If Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang called Song Qinghuan and said her brother had gone to Song's house, she would not believe it.

But the person who called was Song Ci, the only Song Ci in Song's family that treated her well, and she had no doubts about her brother, the brother she was thinking of.

After Song Ci hung up the phone on the other side, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

He stood up, but he was dizzy in front of his eyes, subconsciously stretched out his hand and lightly pressed his temples, but the more he pressed it, the more dizzy he got.

As the world turned around, he suddenly understood something, his eyes widened, and he looked sharply at Song Qiliang and Lu Meiyan, only to see both of them with crazy and successful smiles.

At this time, the door of Xiao Tao's bedroom was opened, and a tall and mighty man stepped out.

Dizzy, Song Ci did not see the man's face clearly, only when he closed his eyes he saw that one hand of the man was covered with dark spots, and it seemed that he was missing one finger, only four fingers...

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