Chapter 84 Well-dressed, looking like a dog

   "You, your appearance sometimes becomes scary, and your mind is not clear, if it weren't for..."

   Seems to have thought of something suddenly, Song Hui's voice stopped abruptly, and the microphone was automatically turned off.

   "What else?"

   Cen Qing raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue talking.

   It's a pity that when he got here, Song Hui looked extraordinarily strong and kept his mouth tightly shut.

   But King Siwen is the best at interrogating such things.

   It happens to be able to help Xiao Qingqing vent her anger, so why not do it?

   "It seems that Mr. Song still wants to try the taste of his body being cut into pieces by small blades."

   "However, my knife skills are not very good recently, so I have to ask Mr. Song to bear it."

  As soon as Jin Siwen finished speaking, the thugs around him respectfully handed over a set of knives.

   There are all kinds of products.

   More complete than the scalpels used by surgeons.

   "Does Xiao Qingqing want to help?"

  Jin Siwen turned his head to look at Cen Qing, the thin blade in his hand reflected a cold light.

   "Okay, I just don't know how long Mr. Song can last."

   Taking the blade in her hand, Cen Qing smiled brightly, and looked at Song Hui with hair on end.

  The cold blade touched his arm, and a slight scratch made a column of blood instantly.

  The smell of blood at the tip of his nose made Song Hui dizzy.

   No matter how great the secret is, it is not worth his life!

   "I, I said..."

   "At the beginning, people from the Q Group sent you to my house and gave me a large sum of money."

  Ten million, he will not be able to earn this money after working so hard in his life.

  But that person said that he could get the money as long as he could play the role of Cen Qing's adoptive father.

   Moreover, they will send out another sum of money every month in the future.

  As long as he is allowed to declare to the outside world, Cen Qing was adopted by the Song family since he was a child.

   "It seems that Mr. Song's sincerity is not enough to make me stop the knife in my hand."

That's it?

  Song Hui knows far more than that.

  She's not that easy to fool!

   "Tsk, there's no such thing as a coffin."

  Jin Siwen kicked him a few times in disgust.

  When he sent Cen Qing to Arkham cruelly before, why didn't he think that he would end up today?

   "They just asked me to adopt you, how did I know you would turn into that monster!"

   Sometimes her skin would have a lot of pus bumps, and she was not conscious.

   But it always comes back the next day.

  Song Hui dodged Cen Qing's sharp eyes, and continued to speak forcefully,

   "And if it wasn't for the money, why would I put you in such a good mental hospital as Arkham?"

"you are lying."

  The original owner was sent to Arkham, definitely not by accident.

   Not long after she entered Arkham, the Q Group came to look for relatives.

  The title of Dr. Cen Qing, a genius girl, also officially appeared in front of the public.

  "If you don't want to say it, then go to **** and pray."

   Full of lies, Cen Qing was too lazy to tangle with him.

   With this time, she might as well think about how to complete the next task.

   Seeing that she was really intent on killing, Song Hui immediately faltered, with tears and snot running down his nose.

   "People from Q Group asked me to send you to Arkham!"

   "It's really cold-blooded, don't you feel guilty?"

   King Siwen shook his head and sighed.

   After all, she has been a father and daughter for eighteen years, so she can't compare to the money.

   What's more, what kind of place is Arkham? I don't know if she is a doctor.

   "I never raised her!"

   "She was sent to my house when she was 18 years old, and people from the Q Group came to me three months later..."

   Song Hui hurriedly explained.

   Fearing that the knife in Cen Qing's hand would not be stable, he stabbed him directly in the neck.

   "Then you just dropped me in Arkham."

   "Then, how can it be called lost..."

  Song Hui's voice became smaller and smaller, and the blade on his neck was indeed getting colder.

  But he didn't lie about this!

  Cen Qing was indeed fostered in his family when he was eighteen years old.

   At that time, he was not addicted to drugs, had a stable job, and was considered well-off.

  But this person, once he has a lot of money, always wants to try something exciting.

  Under the temptation of others, he fell into the quagmire of gambling, and his wife and children were separated...

   A slap in the face, Cen Qing directly knocked him out, and left the alley.

   "Just let him go like this?"

   King Siwen asked with his arms around him.

  In his view, even adoptive fathers should have the obligation to protect their children.

  But Song Hui didn't have any concerns that a father should have except for scolding Cen Qing for being a monster and throwing her to Arkham.

  She admitted that at this point, she was indeed a little extreme.

  But if the parents in this world could be a little more responsible, maybe there wouldn't be so many tragedies.

   "He is just a puppet of the Q Group. He is addicted to gambling. How long do you think he can live?"

  The monthly income is more of a reminder.

   After all, human desires can be magnified countless times until death comes.

  Song Hui, she won't live long, why did she get her hands dirty?

  When it comes to Q Group, even King Siwen is full of doubts.

   "Do you think you are really Fu Xichen's biological sister?"

   Although they looked alike, Jin Siwen always felt that something was wrong.

   "Never mind him, anyway, I know he doesn't want me to have a hard time."

   Cen Qing snorted coldly.

   She still has a lot of debts with him, and the future will be long, so take your time!

   The group returned to the fried chicken shop. The shop that was empty just now was full again.

   There is a TV set on the central wall of the restaurant, and an interview is being played on it.

  At the press conference, Fu Xichen sat in the main seat, politely accepting interviews from the media.

  Under the sharp suit, I don't know how many evil intentions are hidden!

   Cen Qing pricked up his ears, listening to the voice coming from the TV.

   "In order to prevent leakage, what is Mr. Fu's opinion on this?"

   "The various devices used this time are all from the Q Group, has Mr. Fu participated in the decision-making?"

  The media are carrying long guns and short cannons, throwing questions one after another.

  But Fu Xichen was still as stable as Mount Tai, but his expression was full of guilt.

   "For what happened in Jinjiang City, I would like to express my sincere apologies on behalf of Q Group."

   "Q Group assisted ZF and even allocated 100 million yuan to resettle refugees, but it still couldn't make up for their psychological trauma."

   "As for decision-making, I'm just the president of a company, and I can't decide such a big thing, and I sincerely hope that the disaster will stay away from country M forever."

  Fu Xichen stood under the spotlight, his eyes were vivid.

  After his speech, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

   Well-dressed and dog-like, he really looks like a philanthropist.

   But as for what happened in Jinjiang City, no one knows better than Fu Xichen except Cen Qing and others!

  (end of this chapter)