Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

In front of Song Li's eyes was a pool of scarlet blood. She was like a fool to me.

A pair of beautiful apricot eyes opened wide, which seemed to be greatly frightened. Even when the red sandalwood crutch fell on her leg, she didn't feel the slightest pain, and didn't jump up and dodge.

Blood!

Bright red blood.

The bad smell almost suffocated her and turned her stomach upside down.

She bent over and covered her throat with her hands. She kept retching, but she couldn't spit out anything.

Seeing that song Li was indifferent and even vomited, old lady song was even more angry. That expensive red sandalwood crutch rained on her leg and body

"Ali, live well, live..."

This is the last word my mother left her before she died.

Old lady song was panting with fatigue, but her crutch was still raised high and fell heavily.

Not at all soft.

Soon, Song Li Bai Nen's legs were covered with intricate scars, which looked particularly terrible.

The next second, she suddenly straightened up slowly. A pair of scarlet eyes stared at old lady song coldly. The fallen crutch did not continue to fall on her, but was firmly held in the palm of her hand.

This red sandalwood crutch was customized by her mother at a high price and was given to the old lady as a birthday gift.

Mrs. song was stunned. She was frightened by the indifference and hatred in her eyes, and suddenly burst into a cold sweat.

When she came back to her senses, she snorted coldly with disdain. She just looked out of sight. A cheap girl under the age of 20 really turned against her! It seems that we should have married her earlier.

Thinking of this, Mrs. song had an idea in her heart and shouted coldly, "dead girl, don't you let go! When your father comes back, I'll let him break your legs."

At that moment, Song Li felt full of anger, as if to burn her body to ashes.

Grandma!

This is the grandmother she has called for more than ten years!

It's really... Ironic.

The ambulance will arrive soon.

Liang Rong was carried on a single plane by the doctors and nurses who came. The old lady and song Chuwei also followed him to the hospital.

"Dead girl, you'd better pray that my baby grandson is all right, or even killing you won't solve my hatred."

Before she left, Mrs. song glared at the expressionless Song Li and wanted to break her into pieces.

What a nuisance!

The huge song's villa was completely quiet at last.

Song Li sat on the steps in the yard, holding her injured calf tightly in her arms and her chin on her knees. She suddenly felt a little cold. Since the sun was particularly dazzling and warm this day.

However, the chill in the body is still lingering.

Slightly raised his white little face, a pair of glazed eyes clear and bright, staring into the distance.

"Grandpa, mom, I miss you..."

"Hey! Song Li, what are you doing? It hurts spring and autumn again."

A slightly ruffian voice sounded over her head.

Song Li raised his head, looked at the boy in front of him angrily, and said disdainfully, "you hurt spring and autumn! Your whole family hurt spring and autumn! Miss Ben, this is thinking about life. Do you understand?"

"OK! OK! I don't understand. I know you're unhappy."

The boy sat down beside Song Li carelessly, supported his head with one hand, and deliberately whispered, "I saw the ambulance parked at your door just now. Is something wrong?"