"where is your mom?"

Feng Lin walked over with Zhao Qingqing.

"They've gone to pack."

Xia Qing's eyes were a little red, but she still squeezed out a smile.

However, this smile looks even more pitiful.

"Have you left?" Feng Lin asked.

"Yep."

Xia Qing hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Who are you going to follow?"

Feng Lin asked while sitting on the sofa beside him.

If Zhao Qingqing really intends to help, eight million is still very easy.

Of course, Feng Lin definitely didn't have that much on him.

But he was surrounded by little rich women.

Especially Liu Nian.

Xu Ruoying's money, at least, was earned by running a company.

But the platform made by Liu Nian is enough for people to use money to brush the list every day.

Completely free.

"I decided to follow my mother." Xia Qing clenched her fists.

"Oh?"

Feng Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he left, he heard Xia Xihai's words.

Said to be planning to take Xia Qing away.

This is indeed a relatively safe method. She followed Song Yun, and she almost never made her debut.

Zhao Qingqing also sat next to Feng Lin.

She was about to speak when a voice came from outside.

Song Yun and Xia Xihai walked in together.

"Xia Qing, come with me."

Xia Xihai walked in with a suitcase, "Let's go to live somewhere else, let's start over."

"Dad, I'm not leaving! I'm following my mother."

Xia Qing shook her head vigorously, "I want to live with my mother, I won't go with you."

"Are you crazy? What's the good of following her? Do you know how much she owes now?"

Xia Xihai roared, "If you follow her, you will be useless for the rest of your life!"

"That's why I have to follow my mother!"

Xia Qing wiped away her tears, "I'm an adult, I have an independent personality, I'll decide this matter!"

"Song Yun! What are you doing? Persuade her! We agreed before!"

Xia Xihai looked at Song Yun next to her.

However, Song Yun's eyes kept looking at Zhao Qingqing beside Feng Lin.

From the moment she walked in here, after glancing at Zhao Qingqing, she felt familiar.

Even like a replica of his own youth.

"You are……"

Song Yun burst into tears, walked to Zhao Qingqing and asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about me, you are busy with your own business first."

Zhao Qingqing's face was very calm.

"Song Yun! Don't change the subject for me, do you regret it?"

Xia Xihai grabbed Song Yun's arm, and her expression gradually became fierce, "Are you regretting it? Xia Qing is beautiful, do you plan to marry her to the rich second generation?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Yun looked at Xia Xihai in disbelief.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Xia Qing is so beautiful. I heard that at her school, there are several rich second-generation chasing her."

Xia Xihai pointed at Xia Qing, "Are you planning to do this?"

"I think this is your idea? It turns out that you took Xia Qing away for this reason!"

Song Yun shook off Xia Xihai's hand, "I tell you! You can't take Xia Qing with you!"

Feng Lin took Zhao Qingqing's hand and whispered, "Go out?"

"Need not."

Zhao Qingqing shook his head and just watched the two quarrel.

"Go away! Xia Qing is my daughter, who dares to stop me when I take her away?"

Xia Xihai slapped Song Yun in the face and beat her out.

He stepped forward and grabbed Xia Qing's arm, "Follow me!"

"I don't! I don't! Let me go!"

Xia Qing squatted on the ground, struggled hard, and cried loudly.

"You let her go!"

Song Yun also rushed over and bit Xia Xihai's arm.

"I'm going to Nima!"

Xia Xihai kicked Song Yun in the stomach, "Isn't it bad enough for me to be hurt by you?"

"I am such a good manager. After working for a few more years, the company plans to divide my original shares and make me a shareholder!"

"It's because of you that I have nothing, and you still have the face to steal my daughter from me?"

...

Xia Xihai's expression has collapsed.

In fact, what he said just now was exactly what he planned.

That is to marry Xia Qing to the rich second generation.

As long as he leaves Song Yun, he will be free from debt.

At that time, Xia Qing finds a good husband's family, and she can still live happily.

Song Yun took her daughter away, and he was completely useless.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingqing immediately stood up from the sofa.

She clenched her fists, walked over and said, "Let go of her!"

"What are you? This is Lao Tzu's daughter, why should I let go?"

Xia Xihai raised his hand and hit Zhao Qingqing.

But Zhao Qingqing easily grabbed the opponent's wrist.

She is an ancient warrior, and she is already in the realm of transformation.

Among the people around Feng Lin, they were weak and pitiful.

But in the category of ordinary people, she is already a master.

Xia Xihai's wrist hurt, and the pain made him let go of Xia Qing.

The other hand grabbed Zhao Qingqing's hair.

But Zhao Qingqing pulled down and Xia Xihai fell to the ground.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Xia Qing hurriedly hugged Song Yun and asked while crying.

"fine."

Song Yun shook her head, her face pale.

"I've already called the police."

Feng Lin said with Erlang's legs crossed on the sofa.

After a while, the police came in.

After knowing what happened, he took the three of them away.

Regarding the custody of the daughter, let the court stamp it.

After all, Xia Qing is already twenty years old and has the right to choose.

Feng Lin and Zhao Qingqing were sitting in Wuling Hongguang.

...

Feng Lin looked at the time on his phone, and it seemed that he couldn't go back to the village today.

However, these few days are also idle, and it will not be too late to go tomorrow.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon when Song Yun and Xia Qing came back.

Feng Lin and Zhao Qingqing got off the bus together.

"Sister, thank you just now."

Xia Qing hurriedly came to Zhao Qingqing and said gratefully.

"ended?"

Zhao Qingqing asked.

"Well, I have officially sentenced my mother. If he robs me again, it is illegal."

Xia Qing nodded.

"Are you Qingqing?"

Song Yun came over and looked at Zhao Qingqing excitedly, "Is it... my daughter?"

"what?"

Xia Qing was stunned in disbelief.

daughter?

Zhao Qingqing looked at Song Yun flatly, "I'm Zhao Qingqing."

"It really is my daughter!"

Song Yun shed tears and reached out to hug Zhao Qingqing.

But Zhao Qingqing took a few steps back rationally, "I'm not your daughter."

"Yes...that's right, he...is Zhao Yiwei okay?"

Song Yun put down her open hand and said with a gloomy expression.

"Dead for years."

Zhao Qingqing tried hard to keep herself calm, "In order for me to go to college, I worked hard, and finally died of illness."

Song Yun's pupils trembled, "He... how could he?"

"you do not know?"

Although Zhao Qingqing restrained her feelings, her tears still fell, "He has been ill a long time ago. Didn't you divorce him because of this?"

"I...I didn't!"

Song Yun's tears were like a river bursting, "When I divorced, I didn't even know he was ill! It's just that his temperament changed drastically and he was not good to me, so I left him!"