Villain: Madam, would you like to dine with me tonight?

"Brother! Don't hurt Qingcheng's niece and sister!"

The little porcelain doll that was originally hiding behind Qingcheng rushed to Qingyue, spread its hands and glared at Song Wen angrily.

"You bastard, how dare you plead for her? Do you know that you and your bitch mother are even meaner than her!"

"It's because your mother stole people's favor and made the old man so angry that you shouldn't be alive. Why don't you go to hell with that bitch!"

"My mother is not a bitch, my mother did not steal anyone! Brother, you are talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense, ha! Ask the good niece and sister-in-law behind you to see if I'm talking nonsense!"

"Shut up! Song Wen, are you a human? Qingyue is your biological sister!" Tao Jing stepped forward angrily and stood firmly beside her daughter and the little one.

"Fart! Who knows her mother stole it with some wild man? The old man was already seventy when he married her mother!"

Qingcheng stared, her eyes full of frost: "You can say such things, Song Wen, you are just a beast!"

"I'm a beast? How can I compare to you? Even if the tiger's poison doesn't eat its seeds, you are treasonous. You deliberately used it to lure the old man to the four directions to kill the old man. You have already colluded with the fourth house to obtain family wealth, right? Otherwise, with your indifferent temperament How could she be so nice to this little bitch after she died!"

"Ha!" Qingcheng didn't even bother to refute.

Song Wen pointed at the little one's nose: "Get out of here!"

"I don't!" Big tears were hot, sliding down the pink cheeks of little Song Qingyue.

She held back tears and shook her head like a rattle: "Brother, please, please don't hurt Qingyue's niece and sister."

At this time, Song Wen wanted to press Qingcheng to the ground and rub her, but he was not in the mood to deal with the six or seven-year-old Song Qingyue.

"Fuck you! Get out of my way!"

Crazy and frantic, Song Qingyue raised her foot and kicked her. When Song Qingyue raised her head, she saw Song Wen's big foot stepping on her head.

A strong adult who has exceeded his destiny actually hurts a little girl over six years old with the force of swallowing him up.

"Beast!"

Qingcheng was furious, and at the critical moment, she held Qingyue in her arms and retreated urgently.

"The city is falling and the moon is falling~!"

"Don't worry, Mom, it's okay!"

Qingcheng staggered a few steps and stood still. Although her feet were wearing high heels, it did not affect her prowess.

Although she has not entered the palace, she is not an ordinary weak-minded woman.

On the opposite side, Song Wen kicked off the air and almost fell to pieces.

Secretly angry and embarrassed, he said in a tone of voice: "Hey, I can't tell my eldest niece, you are quite strong, but I don't know how many men you can beat!"

"What are you still doing? Come on!"

"As long as there are no dead people, I will kill them!"

His ugly face was completely exposed, and Song Wen didn't even bother to pretend at this time.

On the other hand, Qingcheng is still calm, no matter how you roar, I remain calm.

"Stubborn!"

Facing the siege, she waved her hands lightly.

A moment.

Countless black shadows tumbled in from the outer wall of the courtyard.

These people who jumped out of nowhere are all very skilled.

In just a few seconds, Fengjuan Canyun and Song Wen's hundred and ten people were trampled under their feet and wailing on the ground.

The courtyard was not big to begin with, but now it was even more crowded, and the ensuing sense of oppression made Song Wen suffocated.

He looked at the group of thugs who were respectful to Song Qingcheng in disbelief.

"you--!"

"Song Wen, why do you think that I, Song Qingcheng, will sit still and wait for death?"

"Don't be complacent! I have experts outside. You are very fast..."

"Are you talking about him?"

Boom!

A clear voice came from the door, and then a disabled man was thrown in front of him like garbage.

Song Wen took a closer look and saw that it was the master who had restrained Song Qingcheng's personal bodyguard before.

At this moment, it was motionless at his feet like a dead dog.

Judging from the reputation, the Shuiling girl with an arrogant face who rarely shows her true face in front of others could be someone other than Xiaoying (Qingcheng bodyguard, dowry maid)!

"Everything is done, Miss. Now the four rooms of the Song family are under your control!"

The writing surface of Song Dynasty is like white paper.

She - she was already prepared and attacked the third room at the same time.

This bitch has been hidden so deeply for so many years that we didn't notice it at all?

Xiaoying glanced at Song Wen who seemed to be still unconvinced: "Miss, what should I do with him?"

"A small punishment, a big warning, just-"

Hearing this, Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that she didn't dare to do anything to me.

I am the eldest son of the Song family. Is it possible that she still dares to rebel in the old house of the Song family?

Who in Xiangdao would dare to do business with such a person who has no bottom line?

Song Wenzheng was proud of the clinker:

"It's a small punishment but a big warning, just break his legs first." Qingcheng's face was expressionless.

"You-you dare!"

Song Wen's eyes widened and his heart twitched: "Song Qingcheng, I am your uncle, how dare you do this to me -"

Click!

How efficient is Xiaoying?

The sound of bone cracking was graceful, and Song Wen's patella bones in both legs shattered in just a moment.

Kneel down involuntarily.

"Ow~!"

Smashed to the ground and hit hard twice, Song Wen looked up to the sky and wailed, his face twisted and twisted in pain, and he burst into tears.

Holding the little one in his arms, Qingcheng Bolan calmly looked down at Song Wen who was kneeling in front of him: "Does it hurt, uncle? But compared to the suffering and humiliation my father has suffered over the years, these are very light."

"Song Qingcheng, I will fight with you until death!"

"If you don't stop until you die, you must keep your word!"

"You--you dare to kill me? If you have the ability, kill me right here!"

Song Wen's eyes were scarlet and he was gnashing his teeth. He was so strong on the outside but was doing it on the inside. He laughed wildly to contain his fear: "How dare you!"

"Don't worry, uncle. I told you that today's small punishment will be a big warning. This has just begun. Blood debts must be repaid with blood. My father's debt, my brother Qingyun's debt, and the fourth grandma Qingyue's mother's debt. There are a lot of debts. I will explain it to you every step of the way."

The wind is light and the clouds are calm, and the waves are calm.

Qingcheng's indifference of having everything under control made Song Wen feel deep fear again.

She pinched Qingyue's little face in her arms: "Remember Qingyue, it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. If you want to avoid being bullied, you can only be strong. Don't stupidly stand in front of others. Blindly standing up when you are unable to protect others will only make you stronger." Become a burden, understand?"

Xiao Nizi nodded in understanding, looking at Qingcheng timidly.

Qingcheng didn't know what kind of impact what just happened would have on her young mind, but she had no choice but to be born in such a family and overprotection would be a kind of persecution.

The earlier you understand the world, the more likely you will be able to become self-reliant one day.

"Mom, please take Qingyue in and leave this place to me!"

Tao Jing took the little one and stopped talking.

With all her goals in mind, she was shocked and spoke a thousand words, but in the end she said nothing.

Their daughter has really grown up and become their Optimus Prime!

Tao Jing burst into tears.

"Little Shadow!"

"exist!"

"Throw them all out, and everything else goes as planned!"

"Yes!"

Naturally, when playing against jackals, one must be more ruthless than them. Qingcheng is never a fool!

How can there be so many heroes who come to the rescue at just the right time?

Of course, she doesn't need to be rescued!

If man does not stand on his own, it will be difficult for heaven to save him; if he does not have mercy, he will be destroyed.

Every step the queen takes and every plan she makes depends on herself!

After finishing the matters in the yard, Qingcheng returned to the boudoir and locked the door, her beautiful face showing a trace of fatigue.

Tired.

After turning on the heating, she took off her coat, her velvety arms delicate and white.

Just as he was about to lift up the quilt and lie down for a while, he bent over and suddenly his face suddenly changed: "Who!?"

The figure flashed, and a thick chest unexpectedly took her into his arms from behind, locking her waist.

Thin branches bear fruit, and the figure is devilish.

Qingcheng was furious and struck with her elbow while using her other hand to touch the dagger under the pillow!

Unexpectedly, the guy used his jaw to easily deflect the elbow blow and his earlobe lost its grip and was bitten.

Qingcheng's body stiffened and she was filled with embarrassment and anger: "Looking for death!"

The dagger leaves the body to kill and then stabs!

"No! It's me, Qingcheng!"

"(ー`′ー)"

A warm, familiar voice.

"Why is there either a gun or a knife under your pillow? Who are you guarding against?"

The dagger fell to the ground, and Qingcheng's body went limp instantly.

But he still had a hard mouth and said angrily:

"Guard you!"

"That's not good." Cao Bin said in a mean tone, "You pointed a gun at me the first time we met."

"Fart! That's a lighter, and now you're clearly pointing the gun at me!"

"..."