It‘s not that she wants to protect Song Zhihua. If she can, she is willing to personally unload Song Zhihua into eight pieces.

However, she and Rowan are not what they used to be... although they have just had that kind of relationship again.

Anyway, it‘s messy.

She didn‘t want Rowan to stand up for herself.

"Claudia."

Rowan‘s voice ped a few minutes, which was a sign of rage. "Say it yourself, or I‘ll check it out."

"Can you leave it alone?"

After a while, she spoke softly.

Phoenix eyes a tight, his big palm across the quilt almost broke her in the middle.

Claudia deliberately "hissed" twice, and he immediately let go of his hand.

Without support, she lay on her back in bed.

Rowan got up and dressed in silence.

When she was dressed, she stood by the bed and looked at her.

Claudia arched, got up and looked at him with his head tilted back.

No one will give in.

She didn‘t want him to interfere.

He had to step in.

This way, the game between the two people, who are awkward but with little warmth, continues.

On the other side, the Song family has been turned upside down.

Old Song did not know the situation yet, but only knew that in the morning, his son came back, found out his grandson who was still under bed, and fried shredded meat with a belt.

No one can persuade, Song Liancheng red－eyed.

Song Zhihua was wearing a pair of black boxers and was chased up and down by him.

In the living room, there was a burst of chicken flying and dog jumping.

When the old Song ran out on crutches, Song Liancheng was pressing Song Zhihua on the sofa.

Song childe that face has no good place.

"Liancheng!"

The majestic and energetic voice made Song Liancheng‘s high fist stop in mid－air.

It is estimated that if this punch goes down, Song Zhihua will not see the King of Hell.

Withdrawing, he tidied up his clothes and said coldly, "It is better for me to kill him than for the Song family to follow him to bury him."

"How do you say that?" Old Song believed that if it weren‘t for his grandson‘s catastrophe, his son wouldn‘t have done this.

Song Liancheng sat on one sofa and pointed to Song Zhihua. "Ask him!"

Song Zhihua only half breath left, laboriously got up, covering his face and crying.

A big man, crying called a tore heart crack lung, nasal mucus tears a face.

Old Song twisted his eyebrows and stamped his crutch. "Shut up!"

Song Zhihua sobbed and slowly stopped his voice.

"Lian Cheng, you say."

Song Liancheng sighed and finished the asshole of Song Zhihua. Song‘s old man shook his body and scared the servants to come forward to hold him.

"Dad!" Song Liancheng also rushed up, "Are you all right?"

"Evil grandson! Evil grandson!" Song‘s old man‘s heart and liver were all in pain. He asked Song Liancheng to hold him and sit on the sofa.

Song Zhihua did not dare to breathe. He looked timidly at his brother－in－law and grandfather.

"Do you think Rowan and Claudia are divided, you can provoke Claudia? Do you think that if you provoke Claudia, Rowan will really ignore it? Now it is not only Rowan, but also Jin Hao and Song Zhihua. What do I think you should do? You really want the Song family to disappear in 49 cities, don‘t you?"

"Liancheng." Song old man held his forehead and called his son, "you go to see the child in Claudia family immediately and apologize. No matter what you do, you must be forgiven. As for Rowan..."

Before Song‘s old man had finished his words, Song Liancheng shook his head with a wry smile： "Dad, I didn‘t exaggerate, nor did I frighten you. This matter is not that simple. That is Claudia, that is Rowan, they..."

The Song family is really at risk this time.

This time Song Zhihua is a good boy. He has no sound at all.

Song Liancheng and Song Laozi both sat and did not speak, and the Song family fell into a dead silence for a while.

For a long time, Song sighed and ordered the servant, "Bring the medicine cabinet."

The servant took the life and quickly went. He soon returned and helped Song Zhihua sit down and take medicine.

Song Liancheng was really killed. Alcohol and iodine took turns to play. Song Zhihua grinned with pain, but did not dare to shout out at all.

Looking at him like that, Song Liancheng was furious and suddenly stood up. He walked to the door without looking back.

Song‘s old man stopped him urgently, "Liancheng, where are you going?"