He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran looked straight at Song Guoqing like this, and she was so cold that she almost couldn't speak. She said every word: "Shen Mengfang casually accuses me. Dad, you think I'm a sinner, don't you?"

Song Guoqing lost his beloved son, where is there any reason to speak of, he just furiously said: "It turns out that you moved to school just to do superficial skills, and you can't understand her at home. Besides you, who else can it be?"

Song Ran's heart was getting colder. He glanced at Shen Mengfang, who was filled with righteous indignation and brought a little schadenfreude behind his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Who else? It's her herself, who killed her own child."

Shen Mengfang was so scared that he couldn't catch his breath, and his hand in which the needle was inserted trembled slightly.

Song Guoqing was not angry, and tremblingly pointed at her: "What are you talking about? Listen to what you are talking about? Are you talking human words? Tiger poison does not eat children. Some people in the world will hurt their children. ?"

Song Ran stared at Song Guoqing and said coldly: "Dad, aren't you hurting your child right now? Every word you say is a knife in my heart."

Song Guoqing gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard!"

Song Ran lifted his chin slightly and said, "Dad, don't you believe me? If I tell you, she asked her good sister Chen Jingui to buy the aborted medicine, beat the child by herself, and planted it on me. Come on, Aunt Shen's intentions are sinister, but Dad and you helped him to abuse me and hurt me with her. What are you?"

Song Guoqing was there in a daze, staring at her in disbelief: "You...what are you talking about?"

Shen Mengfang saw that Song Guoqing had been shaken, and she cried even more sadly: "Lao Song, I was wronged. She harmed my child and wanted me to be unrighteous. How could I hurt my child? How could I hurt us? Child?"

Song Ran yelled to stop her: "What you have done yourself, why should I wrong you? Do you think I have no evidence?"

Shen Mengfang swallowed what he wanted to say and stared at her in horror. Is there evidence? What do you mean, mean girl?

Of course she also knew who the child fell because of her. How could she have evidence of Zhao Mingyi?

Impossible, impossible, this girl is just alarmist.

Song Guoqing looked at her blankly: "What evidence? What evidence do you have?"

Song Ran raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The witness is coming soon."

Shen Mengfang was lying on the bed like a prisoner waiting for trial, looking at the door of the ward with anguish.

Footsteps soon came from outside the door, and one of her heart jumped to her throat. She pretended to be calm and grabbed the bedding under her body. She wanted to see how this yellow-haired girl would frame her.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a shameless appearance and a short stature walked in. Shen Mengfang's expression was relaxed. It seems that this girl is also panicking. She can find someone irrelevant to come and identify her for abortion. She can stand it. Feet? Can Old Song believe it?

Oh, this girl is just so capable.

She shed a few tears for a while, and Lao Song hadn't completely believed her words, as long as she behaved pitifully enough, that girl should be the scapegoat!

But seeing the door slowly opened again, this time a woman walked in, and Shen Mengfang's whole cheeks could not stop shaking.

How could she come? What is she doing to join in the fun?