Nan Song leaned on the seat with a cold expression.

"If you wear a mask for a long time, one day it will be revealed. What is her identity, and what is my identity? Why should I lower myself to tear her face off? Is she worthy?"

Bai Qi raised his eyebrows, showing an evil expression, "But you have loved Yu Jinwen for so long, and in the end he married a trash and went home, can you bear it?"

"He is willing to be a garbage collection station. What can I do?"

Nan Song didn't seem to care at all, and finally said, "Brother, I'm tired."

After buttoning up the computer, she stood up and walked to the window.

As night fell, the nightlife in Nancheng was very colorful, with thousands of lights lit up, and it was a lively time. However, in Beicheng, she stayed lonely for three years.

The days of staying alone in an empty house are not lonely, but loneliness. The one you love is so close, but refuses your approach, that is the real sorrow.

The screen was dark, but Nan Song's face full of vicissitudes of life still strongly stimulated Bai Qishao.

He closed the computer, opened WeChat on his mobile phone, and posted a message in the [Brothers Alliance to Protect Little Sisters] group: [My little sister is being bullied, do you brothers care about it?]

Second brother: [Who is tired of life and dares to bully my sister? I will kill him!]

Third Brother: [Aren’t all marriages divorced? Besides Yu Jinwen, who else in the world can bully that little wild cat? Or should I say that after pretending to be good for three years, the little wild cat has really become a little milk cat? 】

Fourth Brother: [Third Brother said this to Xiaoliu, be careful of her scratching your face.]

Third brother: [Hahaha.]

Big Brother: [Name.]

Bai Luyu frowned, and the eldest brother spoke up and stopped running away.

He briefly explained the situation, and then sent a detailed battle plan to the group. The brothers went back and forth, and the discussion was lively. In the end, the eldest brother made the final decision, "OK".

"Huh~ Done." Bai Luyu snapped his fingers and quickly changed the WeChat group name to [Dou Xiaosan Combat Alliance].

In another WeChat group with Nan Song, everything is quiet and the world is peaceful.

*

After a busy day, Nan Song felt physically and mentally exhausted and almost fell asleep in the car.

When we got home, the living room was bright and bright. Butler Zhao and his servants cleaned the rose garden inside and out. It was finally restored to its original state. Nan Song was very satisfied and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go back and collect the red envelope from the butler."

"Thank you, miss."

Butler Zhao, who was in his forties this year, was wearing a professional and decent suit, meticulous and shrewd, and came forward to report, "Miss, Miss Tang is still locked in the room."

"Yeah." Nan Song said calmly, "Bring me two steamed buns and I'll go up and see her."

After working all day and having to go home to discipline her children, Nan Song felt that it was not easy for her as a sister.

The door of the guest room was locked from the outside. The housekeeper stepped forward and opened the door with the key. The tray in his hand still contained two large white buns. Nan Song took the tray and said, "You guys go down first."

Butler Zhao was a little worried, "Miss..."

"It's okay, she can't hurt me."

Nan Song pushed the door open and went in. Nanya was lying on the bedside and sitting on the carpet, as if she had fallen asleep and dreamed of eating chicken drumsticks.

Song of the South.

"woke up?"

Nan Song walked up and said, "Are you hungry? Try the steamed buns that have just come out of the cage."

Nanya glanced at the snow-white steamed buns placed on the bedside table, and instantly woke up from her dream. Then she turned to look at Nan Song, her eyes filled with anger, and she rushed towards Nan Song with her teeth and claws bared.

"Nan, Song! I'm going to kill you——!"

...

"Snapped!"

In the study room of the old house, Mr. Yu slapped his palm on the desk so hard that the tea lid flipped down, and he yelled angrily, "Look at the good things you did!"

Yu Jinwen stood in front of the table with a calm expression, "I will solve this matter."

"Solve it? How do you plan to solve it?"

Mr. Yu's face was full of anger, "Don't forget your identity, you are the president of the Yu family! I told you the day I helped you take over, not to be emotional. But you, you have disappointed me time and time again!"

He took a breath and said, "Three years ago you insisted on marrying a nurse as your wife. I was worried about your serious injury and did not stop you, so I let you go. Seeing that your condition gradually improved and your actions became more and more stable, Xiao Song said

The child is also very well-behaved and sensible, so I accept it, but you divorced me without saying a word, and you want to marry the daughter of the Zhuo family! I think you have something wrong with you! Why on earth did you divorce Xiaosong?

Why!"

"There's no reason." Yu Jinwen's attitude was indifferent, "I don't like it, it's that simple."

The old man became even more angry, "Now that you say you don't like it, what were you thinking when you dragged your half-broken body and insisted on marrying someone else?"

"Xiao Song, although he is a child from a rural family, he is well-behaved and responsible. He is down-to-earth by your side, serving you hard and without complaint, and has taken care of you for three years. You abandon me like this?"

The old man was furious, blew his beard and glared, grabbed the paperweight at hand and threw it at Yu Jinwen, "Give me back my well-behaved grandson-in-law!"

Yu Jinwen couldn't avoid it. The hard paperweight hit his shoulder, and sharp pain filled his heart.

At the same time, the well-behaved grandson-in-law that Mr. Yu said was stuffing a big white steamed bun into Nanya's mouth.

Nan Song looked at Nanya who had her mouth stuffed with steamed buns and was showing her teeth and claws. He chuckled and said, "You are going to fight with me as soon as you come back. It seems you are still very hungry. In vain, I prepared two steamed buns for you."

Nanya spit out the steamed bun in her mouth and threw it to the ground, "Bah! Who wants to eat your broken steamed bun!"

Nan Song glanced at the two white buns rolled on the ground, and his face darkened, "Sister, wasting food is not a good behavior. Don't you know that there are still many people in this world who don't have enough to eat?"

She Shi Shiran sat down on the sofa, smoothed the wrinkles on her trousers, and looked at Nanya with dignity.

"Either you pick up this steamed bun and eat it obediently; or you are hungry, and when you know you are wrong, you are allowed to eat."

After hearing her words, Nanya let out a cold cry, "Are you fucking sick? Who do you think you are?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap on the face, from Nan Song.

Nanya covered her face and looked at Nan Song in disbelief, "How dare you hit me?"

"If I say bad words, I'll hit you lightly."

Nan Song said coldly: "My mother is your eldest aunt. Since you have greeted her, I naturally want to say hello to you on her behalf."

Nanya sat slumped on the ground, looking at Nan Song with hatred in her eyes, which made her want to kill her.

"Very good, it seems you have made your choice."

Nan Song glanced at her coldly, "Since you don't want to eat, then just go hungry."
Chapter completed!