Song Anqi stood up without giving up, stuck to it, hugged Qin Lang's hot body, and fanned the flames everywhere with one hand.

Qin Lang, who was haunted by the effects of medicine, couldn't bear it, the kind of body that was controlled by desire but couldn't get catharsis, dull as if he was going to die.

He closed his eyes in agony, but what came out of his mind was all Song Tiantian's appearance.

He restrained himself from thinking about the unsightly images, but he couldn't.

His desire to possess her had reached its peak at this moment.

"Dump......" he muttered.

On the ground, Qin Lang violently pushed away Song Anqi, who was wrapped around him like a vine, and rushed out of the door.

Song Anqi was completely stunned.

It took a long time for her to react.

"Ah——!h Song Anqi was completely out of control, grabbed the things around her, no matter what they were, one after another, and smashed them to the ground like crazy.

There was a flurry of chickens and dogs jumping in the hall, and the servants seemed to have seen bacteria and viruses, and they all avoided as far as they could.

*

After Song Anqi smashed the place where she and Qin Lang once lived, she returned to the Song family in a reluctant.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Zhou Jingfang and Song Congli scolding.

Zhou Jingfang's hysteria and Song Congli's ruthless indifference are very similar to the reproduction of her and Qin Lang.

Song Anqi hooked her lips sarcastically, now their mother and daughter are all driven to a dead end by a man.

The quarrel between Song Congli and Zhou Jingfang ended with Song Congli's departure, and Song Anqi stopped him a second before Song Congli was about to step out of the hall.

"Dad!"

Song Congli's steps froze, he turned his head stiffly, and glanced at Song Anqi impatiently, "What's the matter?" ”

"Where are you going so late?"

"As long as you don't stay in this house, Lao Tzu will be happy wherever he goes!" Song Congli glanced at the upstairs room in disgust, listening to the movement of 'ping pong', and wanted to kill people.

If Zhou Jingfang continues to be troubled like this, he will have to have a nervous breakdown!

He snorted, ignored Song Anqi, and hurried away.

Song Anqi looked at the back of Song Congli leaving, and the raging anger burned more violently and more intensely.

She clenched her fists hard and calmed down for a while before walking towards Zhou Jingfang's room.

She pushed the door open a small gap, and suddenly, a heavy object smashed head-on, Song Anqi avoided it, was smashed on the head, a feeling of dizziness came up, and she struggled to hold on to the door and stand firmly.

Zhou Jingfang, who was still making trouble, regretted when she saw that she had smashed her baby daughter by mistake.

"Angel, are you alright?" Her voice was hoarse and terrible.

"I'm fine." Song Anqi raised her hand to wipe the wet blood on the corner of her forehead, and continued to slowly approach Zhou Jingfang.

The room was in a mess, Zhou Jingfang was sitting on the ground, two trousers in the tube, empty.

Song Anqi lowered her gaze, glanced at her, and then called a few servants to help her lift Zhou Jingfang up from the ground.

"Why did you quarrel with Dad again? It's all in this field, don't you know how to endure it? Song Anqi's tone was rather reproachful.

Zhou Jingfang cried and red-eyed, "Endure? How can you tell me to bear it? Do you know what he did? Forget about divorcing me at the end of three days, and now there is gossip in the company to my ears, saying that he has two secretaries around him, heh, two! ”

"He spent tens of millions of dollars to buy real estate for them, and took them everywhere in style, but what about me? Look what kind of life I've lived! Zhou Jingfang's face instantly twisted hideously, becoming more and more bitter.