Chapter 442 Not Father Song’s Daughter
Song Yan sneered, turned his head towards the old man's body, and said, "You can report me, but where is the evidence that I killed someone?"
"What did you say? There's a body lying there—" Song Lan turned around and pointed to the other side of the warehouse, where the old master's body was lying, but when she pointed at that place, she was stunned. She found that the old master's body was gone, and instead there was a sticky tar-like thing that was bubbling and looked neither like a human nor a monster.
Her pupils trembled as she looked at the sticky liquid melting on the floor. She blinked and raised her head to rub it. This is impossible, right? A man who can walk and talk can't fall to such a state!
But after rubbing for so long, the tar-like sticky liquid did not move, and Song Lan's body began to tremble. "You...what did you do?"
How terrible is it that Song Yan turned a healthy man into this?
"I didn't do anything." Song Yan lowered her head, looked into Song Lan's eyes, and said calmly. There was no expression on her face, as if they were just talking about the weather. "You may not know that your master is not actually a human. He is a container of some evil thing, probably a puppet who does not want to show his face in front of the world in order to protect himself. Hiding in the dark. So, when I destroyed the container, it became that thing, but this is not something you need to worry about."
Song Yan smiled and looked at the woman who was looking at him in horror. "... How does Song Lan feel? Bleeding." Looking at the injuries on Song Lan's body, she sighed and shook her head regretfully. "Do you remember? Once, you and your mother came to live in my house. At that time, you deliberately pretended to hit me from the side and let me roll down the stairs. If I remember correctly, I was hit pretty hard. "I was injured a lot at that time. I swear it hurt so much that I hoped I could faint, but I couldn't because it hurt too much. It was terrible. "
"So, you did all this for revenge?" Song Lan stared wildly, looking at Song Yan in horror. Her face was vague and even paler. She knew in her heart how much trouble she had caused Song Yan in the past. If Song Yan came to seek revenge, she was worried that she would die at least ten or twenty times. !
"You can't...you can't touch me!" Song Lan shouted wildly, her eyes swept around the room, glanced at the empty warehouse, and then turned her attention to Song Yan, who stood up and looked at her with a playful look in his eyes. "You dare not...my father, my father is Song Dongming! The president of the Song Group, if you dare to touch me, he will never let you go."
"Oh, of course, I forgot." Song Yan smiled, took out a mobile phone from her trouser pocket, tapped on the screen a few times, and said, "You are not Song Dongming's daughter." At least it's the real Song Dongming."
She turned the screen to Song Lan, took out the photo she took of her father in the hospital, and continued: "Your mother is a bad woman, but don't worry, I will take care of her soon."
Song Lan stared at the screen. There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed, with tubes and various instruments inserted into his body. If Song Lan hadn't been familiar with this face, she would have had a hard time recognizing him. Song Lan had seen this face all her life and had always been proud of this man. Of course, she could recognize this face even in that pale and weak appearance.
“No…no, you’re lying!” Her heart began to beat violently when she recognized the face. How could this be? How could she not be Song Dongming’s daughter? Song Yan must be lying to her. “I’m Song Lan! The daughter of the Song family, and my father is Song Dongming!”
Song Lan screamed desperately, as if she thought the louder she screamed, the easier it would be to deny.
"Interesting." Song Yan looked at Song Lan, her eyes dancing with amusement. Seeing Song Lan's face full of despair, her smile was particularly bright. "I never thought that I would like to see you make that kind of expression, but I have to say, I am still very moved. You are really suitable for making this kind of expression, full of despair and anger, maybe because you were born with bad luck."
Song Lan's face turned grim, and his face turned red, blue, and then red again, as colorful as a rainbow palette.
" you!"
"Me? What about me?" Song Yan squatted down suddenly, looking at Song Lan with a sadistic and weird smile on his face. "You don't know how my brother and I felt when your mother came to claim that my father was betrayed after your mother's death. It was like someone pulled the ground out from under my feet. I was in the same situation as you at that time. I was full of anger, despair and sadness like you... But even so, at least I knew that I was my father's daughter, not an unworthy bastard sitting on the Phoenix throne, and she was just a chicken that couldn't fly."