"Dad, Dad! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad!" Mu Qiu rested his head on Mu Mian's shoulder, crying bitterly.
Long Yu looked at the scene indifferently, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Ci.
It was midday, the sun shining brightly, its warmth cocooning on her. Song Ci, wearing no coat but a long sweater dress and leggings, sat by the French window, gazing out towards the distant suburbs.
Song Fei, who was sitting on the sofa in her house, glanced at the black clock on the wall again and suddenly said, "It's twelve o'clock."
Song Ci's heartbeat suddenly stopped.
She stared at the sky in the suburbs, turned around and said to Song Fei, "He is dead, Song Fei, we have finally taken revenge." But she did not feel the pleasure of revenge.
Song Fei stood up and walked to the French window. She folded her arms and looked at the bustling city bathed in the scorching sun. After a long while, she softly hummed. "Dead."
Song Ci said, "Strange, I don't feel any comfort."
Song Fei looked down at her and asked, "Are you sympathizing with him?"
Song Ci shook her head and said, "How could I sympathize with a murderer? I just feel very emotional." At this time, Song Ci received a new text message on her mobile phone. She opened the phone and took a look.
Song Fei asked her, "Whose is it?"
"Long Yu."
"What did you say?"
"Mu Mian has been executed, and Mu Qiu is emotionally broken and terrified."
As soon as she heard Mu Qiu's name, Song Fei frowned in disgust. "Song Ci, you're still not cruel enough."
Song Ci did not refute Song Fei's evaluation of her.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "If I were you, I would make Mu Qiu's actions public, and she would definitely die in my hands in the end." This is Song Fei, she is vindictive and her heart is smaller than the eye of a needle. Whoever bullies her, she will retaliate thousands of times.
"Yes, I am soft-hearted." Song Ci also hated herself for being so soft-hearted. She said, "I thought about killing Mu Qiu, but Song Fei, when I thought of Du Tingting, my heart softened."
"Little idiot, being kind will get you bullied."
Song Ci remained silent.
Song Fei sighed and rubbed Song Ci's hair. She would only touch Song Ci's hair when Song Ci sat like this.
Being short is a flaw.
"Forget it, you can continue to be stupid, I will protect you." After all, she is my elder sister.
Song Ci was so moved that he decided to drink a bottle of beer.
Song Ci happily took out the beer, but Song Fei's eyes were cold and gloomy. She snatched the beer from Song Ci and said righteously, "You are trying to get pregnant recently. Drinking iced beer will reduce your chances of getting pregnant."
Song Ci's eyes widened, "How do you know I'm trying to get pregnant?"
Song Fei calmly analyzed: "I've seen you these past few days, and every time you see you, you have hickeys on your body, which means that you have sex very frequently. If you have sex too frequently, it usually means you are creating bad people."
"So." Song Fei stuffed the ice beer back into the refrigerator, leaned against the refrigerator and asked Song Ci: "Are you making villains?"
Song Ci's ears blushed silently.
Seeing this, Song Fei had nothing to understand.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "I've done some research and found that the posture during pregnancy preparation is actually very important. I made a table of postures that are easy to conceive and have sent it to your email. Take a look at it later and remember to follow the postures above. It will definitely make it easier to get pregnant."
Song Ci was both shy and annoyed. "How can you, an unmarried person, study all these things?"
"To be honest, I also want to have a baby." Song Fei felt that she, as an older sister, was a failure. "I'm behind you in dating, marriage, and height. I absolutely cannot lose to you in having a baby."
Song Fei not only has a high IQ, but also has a strong desire to win.
When Song Ci heard this reason, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Do you want to compete in this too?"
"Of course, I'm the older sister."
After Song Fei left, Song Ci still felt that this matter was very mysterious.
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After the news of Mu Mian's execution was announced, there was a chorus of applause online.
After the execution, Mu Mian's body was cremated and his ashes were taken away by his daughter Mu Qiu, who bought a plot of land and buried Mu Mian in a beautiful cemetery.
All of Mu Mian's former friends had severed ties with him, and not a single person showed up to mourn him at his funeral. The cold and deserted funeral was heartbreaking.
The funeral ended in the morning, but Mu Qiu returned home in a daze at night, with a layer of white snow on her shoulders.
Aunt Zhang finally felt relieved when she saw her return. She was startled to find Mu Qiu's hands were cold. She hurriedly brought the ginger tea over and stuffed it directly into Mu Qiu's hands, "Miss, drink the ginger tea quickly, don't catch a cold."
Mu Qiu picked up the bowl of ginger tea and drank it all.
Aunt Zhang took the dishes back to the kitchen to wash them. As she did so, she asked, "Miss, who attended Mr.'s funeral?"
“No one went.”
Aunt Zhang was lost in thought for a moment before she sighed, "Is there no one here?"
"No."
Aunt Zhang knew that she should say something to comfort Mu Qiu at this time, but this matter was really too heartbreaking, and any comfort would be in vain.
Aunt Zhang wiped the water stains from the bowl and put it in the disinfection cabinet. She took off her apron and came to the living room. She said to Mu Qiu, "Miss, take a rest soon. You've been tired these days."
Mu Qiu shook her head. "Aunt Zhang, please sit down. I want to tell you something."
Aunt Zhang sat down puzzled.
Mu Qiu suddenly opened her bag, took out a document, and handed it to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang looked down and saw that it was a house ownership gift certificate, and she was the beneficiary.
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