Hearing this, Song Muyao smiled and a icy flashed in her eyes.

On the other end, Song Qinrong's voice continued without any emotion or ups and downs: "Song Muyao, if you insist on deceiving others by torture Xiaobao, and think this is your revenge, then I have nothing to say.

I just couldn't help but sigh, you and Qi Huan are really born together.

He was so scared by me that he committed suicide, and he didn't even have the courage to deal with me head-on.

And so are you. It is me who has a grudge against you, but she only dares to attack one child.

You and Qi Huan are really two cowards. Death, you, Yu, Gu."

"Song Qinrong!" Song Muyao could no longer listen and screamed, "You dare to say Qi Huan again!"

Song Qinrong sneered: "What, am I wrong? Are you and Qi Huan a pair of cowards?"

Qi Huan is already dead, so forget it. You have been hiding in the dark for so many years and finally found the murderer who killed your lover, but in the end you can only be like a mouse in a stinky ditch, not daring to appear in front of me.

All your sense of accomplishment in life can only come from bullying people who are weaker than you, right?

I am really curious. When you die, you will die. When you meet Qi Huan, how do you plan to explain to him?

‘Sorry, I really don’t have the courage to deal with Song Qinrong, so I can only attack her son?’

Look, will Qi Huan thank you after hearing this?"

Song Muyao's face almost distorted after hearing this.

Calm down! Calm down! This is Song Qinrong’s provocation, calm down!

...

Who the hell can calm down?

Song Muyao turned around suddenly, picked up the cup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.

Her chest was undulating violently, and her eyes were scarlet.

"Song Qinrong...Song Qinrong, you are so good!"

Song Qinrong was still very calm, and her cold voice never changed from beginning to end: "Thank you for the praise. I am really good to be able to make a person who hates me so much for so many years and continue to be frustrated."

Hearing this, Song Muyao felt a mouthful of old blood blocking her throat, unable to swallow or vomit, almost blocking her.

She looked in front of her. The tight hemp rope completely snatched the air. Her little face was purple and black, and her eyes gradually popped out of her sockets. She suddenly smiled again.

"But Song Qinrong, what's the use of being stubborn? In the end, it's not that I can't protect my son.

What a pity, Xiaobao is so cute, I like him very much. Oh, we Xiaobao seems to be in so much pain that we can't speak..."

Song Qinrong didn't say anything.

Song Muyao smiled viciously again, deliberately putting her phone out, and the speaker position was close to Xiaobao's ears.

"Baby, come, before leaving the world, listen to your kissing mommy again."

Xiaobao could no longer shed tears. He struggled in pain, his throat creaked, and his eyes were trying to tilt towards the direction of his phone.

But he couldn't hear any sound, and there was no sound of Song Qinrong's breathing in the microphone.

"Song Muyao." Fu Sichen said coldly, "Are you having fun?"

"Happy." Song Muyao replied with a smile.

"I'm very happy too." Fu Sichen suddenly chuckled.

Song Muyao raised her eyebrows: "Hmm?"

"The girl has always disagrees with her second child. She thinks that having a baby is enough. Now, thanks to you, we can finally prepare to ask for it." The man's voice was full of joy, showing the image of a heartless scumbag father to the fullest.

Song Muyao's face was choked and her face stagnated.

"Song Muyao, speaking of it, thank you for your self-deception.

Losing Xiaobao will indeed bring great pain to the girl, but as long as the second child is born, no matter how big the pain is, it will slowly heal."

Fu Sichenyue said that the smile in his voice became increasingly unrecognizable.

Song Muyao was extremely harsh.

She took back her cell phone and was about to say something to the other end when she heard Song Qinrong's cold voice sound.

"I just don't know. After decades, I will have both children and grandchildren around my knees, and Qi Huan's eyes that are dying with eyes open and open, will there be hope in my life if I can close it?"

"Song Qinrong!" Song Muyao couldn't bear it and shouted sternly to stop her words, "You're enough!"

"Don't get me wrong. I just can't stand the appearance of a woman who loves Qi Huan on the surface, but she's just a cowardly and selfish woman who can't even avenge him..."

Song Qinrong said sarcastically calmly.

Song Muyao's chest was fluctuating violently, and her face looked almost as ugly as Xiaobao who had lost oxygen.

Provocation method, this is provocation method... you cannot be fooled!

...

Even if she knew it was a provocation, she couldn't stand it anymore!

With the close cooperation of Fu Sichen and Song Qinrong, the last sensible string in Song Muyao's mind was finally completely broken.

She gritted her teeth: "Okay! Since you have to seek death, Song Qinrong, then you can come in person!"

Song Qinrong sneered: "If you want me to come, it depends on Xiaobao's current condition. If he is no longer able, why would I go to see you?"

Song Muyao narrowed her eyes: "After talking for a long time, you still want to save him."

"I'm going to tell you, if it weren't for saving him, I wouldn't even answer your phone."

Song Qinrong admitted generously, her tone was full of contempt, "I will advise you one more time when you have a sister."

If you still want to avenge Qi Huan, you want me to pay my life with your life. Xiaobao is your only bargaining chip. How you plan to use it depends on yourself.

Of course, if you ruin this chip now, you can do it.

But if you want to take revenge in this life, you will never have a chance again.”

After Song Qinrong finished speaking, she stopped talking.

Song Muyao did not respond, either, on the other hand, but Xiaobao's breathing became more and more rapid, like thin needles piercing into Song Qinrong's heart.

One second, two seconds... Time passes by little by little in the silent confrontation.

Finally, Song Muyao chuckled from her phone: "Oh, little thing, it seems that you shouldn't die."

As she finished her sentence, Xiaobao's violent coughing sound came: "Cough cough...Cough cough cough..."

The long-lost oxygen suddenly returned to the lungs, and Xiaobao coughed and his whole body trembled.

"Did you hear it? Your son is so lucky. He has been strangled for so long and has not died! Are you satisfied?" Song Muyao looked at the microphone hatefully, "I don't have much patience, so I will give you an hour to see me alone.

If I didn’t find me in an hour, wait to collect the body of your son!”

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

As the busy voice of "Dududu" came, the phone slid from Song Qinrong's hand and fell to the ground with a "splash".

Fu Sichen's eyebrows jumped, and he hurriedly reached out to hug the girl, wanting to comfort her. As soon as he looked up, his eyes touched the other person's face, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Girl!"

At this moment, Song Qinrong's face was not as calm as he was when he confronted Song Muyao just now?

Her face was pale and her eyes were blood-red. Because her lower lip was biting too tightly, drops of blood overflowed from her lips.
Chapter completed!