Chatper 41 (1/2)

Sitting down on the hard floor, Song Weiwei's buttocks felt a sharp pain, and he gasped.

When she raised her head, she realized that something worse than pushing her down was yet to come. Her own sister Fu Qishan was sitting on her body, her right hand was raised high, and she was about to hit her down.

"The shameless old bitch seduced my father and gave birth to you, little bitch. Our family has kindly supported you for more than ten years. I didn't expect you to be a little white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with it. Is there a bitch on you? Human genes have completely inherited your mother's style. Today I will replace father and teach you a good lesson. "

Fu Qishan was so angry that she completely lost her mind. At this moment, her eyes were scarlet, like a lunatic. She only regarded Song Weiyi as an enemy, wishing to strangle her and kill her.

With such a posture, even Song Weiyi was taken aback. She grew up so big, but she had never fought with anyone like today.

Leaving aside the fact that Fu Qishan wanted to beat her, what really made Song Weiyi furious was not that she wanted to beat someone, but that Fu Qishan actually slandered her mother.

The mother in my memory has always been gentle and kind, and always carries a classical atmosphere on her body. It was not until she grew up that Song Weiyi knew why her father was attracted to her mother.

She doesn't judge the matters of the elders, and Song Weiwei also knows that her mother is the father of the Fu family and Fu Zining's third party, so she never tries to resist Fu Zining's orders.

But this does not mean that she can endure their persecution and slander without a bottom line.

Under the double oppression of resistance and anger, Song Weiyi finally broke out.

"Shut up, my mother is not, you are not allowed to talk nonsense about her." Song Weiyi screamed out of an unknown force, got up from the ground with all his strength, and pushed Fu Qishan back to the ground.

The movement was too violent, Fu Qishan's head hit the floor, and the room was filled with Fu Qishan's heart-piercing roar.

"Song Weiwei, you hit me? How dare you hit me? Who gave you the guts to hit me? You bitch, you little bitch, I want you to pay the price." Fu Qishan blushed furiously. With a glance, Song Weiyi was punched and kicked with all four limbs, and the two rolled into a ball.

The room was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. It was the first time for Song Weiyi to completely let go of himself when he grew up to such a large size.

She has lived with her mother since she was a child, and was ridiculed countless times at school as a child without a father. She has never been so angry when she heard Fu Qishan call her mother a slut like today.

"Yes, you were the one I hit. You and your mother wanted to set me up. Now that you hit yourself with a stone, you can blame me. Why?" Song Weiwei asked through gritted teeth.

Do you really think she is a fool? They still wanted to divorce Pei Yibai or even marry Sheng Lao with a few drops of crocodile tears, they were simply dreaming.

"Song Weiwei, you will die badly, you will pay the price." Fu Qishan had always been Miss Jiaojiao. Although she had the momentum just now, she was helplessly inferior to Song Weiwei in terms of strength, and she soon fell into a disadvantage.

Both of them were painted, but both of them were very stubborn. They scratched and scratched. Soon, Song Weiyi's fair skin changed color.

Song Weiyi sneered, "My price is happiness for the rest of my life, what's your price?"

These words happened to step on Fu Qishan's sore feet.

If she married Old Sheng, what else could she hope for? But Song Weiyi showed off in front of her openly.

"Don't bully others too much, Song Weiyi, why are you so disgusting?" Fu Qishan groaned, got up from the ground, and saw Song Weiyi's clothes-drying pole beside her.

Song Weiyi also got up, feeling extremely embarrassed, but she wiped her face without paying attention.

Seeing Fu Qishan holding a long stainless steel clothes drying pole, Song Weiwei frowned and took a limping step forward.