Sitting down on the hard floor, Song Weiwei\'s buttocks felt a sharp pain, and he gasped.

When she raised her head, she realized that something worse than pushing her down was yet to come. Her own sister Fu Qishan was sitting on her body, her right hand was raised high, and she was about to hit her down.

"The shameless old bitch seduced my father and gave birth to you, little bitch. Our family has kindly supported you for more than ten years. I didn\'t expect you to be a little white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with it. Is there a bitch on you? Human genes have completely inherited your mother\'s style. Today I will replace father and teach you a good lesson. "

Fu Qishan was so angry that she completely lost her mind. At this moment, her eyes were scarlet, like a lunatic. She only regarded Song Weiyi as an enemy, wishing to strangle her and kill her.

With such a posture, even Song Weiyi was taken aback. She grew up so big, but she had never fought with anyone like today.

Leaving aside the fact that Fu Qishan wanted to beat her, what really made Song Weiyi furious was not that she wanted to beat someone, but that Fu Qishan actually slandered her mother.

The mother in my memory has always been gentle and kind, and always carries a classical atmosphere on her body. It was not until she grew up that Song Weiyi knew why her father was attracted to her mother.

She doesn\'t judge the matters of the elders, and Song Weiwei also knows that her mother is the father of the Fu family and Fu Zining\'s third party, so she never tries to resist Fu Zining\'s orders.

But this does not mean that she can endure their persecution and slander without a bottom line.

Under the double oppression of resistance and anger, Song Weiyi finally broke out.

"Shut up, my mother is not, you are not allowed to talk nonsense about her." Song Weiyi screamed out of an unknown force, got up from the ground with all his strength, and pushed Fu Qishan back to the ground.

The movement was too violent, Fu Qishan\'s head hit the floor, and the room was filled with Fu Qishan\'s heart-piercing roar.

"Song Weiwei, you hit me? How dare you hit me? Who gave you the guts to hit me? You bitch, you little bitch, I want you to pay the price." Fu Qishan blushed furiously. With a glance, Song Weiyi was punched and kicked with all four limbs, and the two rolled into a ball.

The room was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. It was the first time for Song Weiyi to completely let go of himself when he grew up to such a large size.

She has lived with her mother since she was a child, and was ridiculed countless times at school as a child without a father. She has never been so angry when she heard Fu Qishan call her mother a slut like today.

"Yes, you were the one I hit. You and your mother wanted to set me up. Now that you hit yourself with a stone, you can blame me. Why?" Song Weiwei asked through gritted teeth.

Do you really think she is a fool? They still wanted to divorce Pei Yibai or even marry Sheng Lao with a few drops of crocodile tears, they were simply dreaming.

"Song Weiwei, you will die badly, you will pay the price." Fu Qishan had always been Miss Jiaojiao. Although she had the momentum just now, she was helplessly inferior to Song Weiwei in terms of strength, and she soon fell into a disadvantage.

Both of them were painted, but both of them were very stubborn. They scratched and scratched. Soon, Song Weiyi\'s fair skin changed color.

Song Weiyi sneered, "My price is happiness for the rest of my life, what\'s your price?"

These words happened to step on Fu Qishan\'s sore feet.

If she married Old Sheng, what else could she hope for? But Song Weiyi showed off in front of her openly.

"Don\'t bully others too much, Song Weiyi, why are you so disgusting?" Fu Qishan groaned, got up from the ground, and saw Song Weiyi\'s clothes-drying pole beside her.

Song Weiyi also got up, feeling extremely embarrassed, but she wiped her face without paying attention.

Seeing Fu Qishan holding a long stainless steel clothes drying pole, Song Weiwei frowned and took a limping step forward.

"What? My sister is holding the clothes rail, is she really trying to kill me?" Song Weiyi stared at her and asked word by word.

It\'s really hard to say what people will do when they lose their minds.

Today\'s Fu Qishan is the only madness that Song has seen in so many years. Don\'t really want to kill someone, right?

Fu Qishan put the long pole across her chest, and approached Song Weiyi a little bit. "Kill you? I wish I could kill you."

Seeing her like this, Song Weiyi couldn\'t help feeling upset. It\'s not that she\'s afraid of her, but that she\'s going crazy.

Song Weiyi didn\'t want to die at a young age under Fu Qishan\'s clothes-horse when she went crazy, nor did she want to kill someone by mistake.

"Fu Qishan, calm down, killing me won\'t do you any good." Song Weiyi said angrily.

"Heh, if I kill you, even if I go to jail, I won\'t marry that dead old man Sheng. I\'d rather spend my lower body in the cell."

It seems that the bad news of marrying Mr. Sheng had a greater impact on Fu Qishan than Song Weiyi imagined, otherwise she would not have lost control to this point.

"Then have you ever thought about what your father and your mother would think? Hmph, you killed someone on impulse, so you don\'t need to marry Mr. Sheng, but will Mr. Sheng let your family go?"

Song Weiyi stimulated Fu Qishan with words, while diverting her attention, preparing to take down her clothes rail.

If this kind of weapon really pokes into the skin, it will kill half of its life even if it is not dead. She is not willing to die when she is alive.

"Don\'t scare me." Fu Qishan\'s face was pale, but her expression was a little moved.

After all, it is her parents who have always loved her, and she can\'t bear it.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Song Weiwei aimed at the opportunity, rushed over with a swipe, and grabbed the long pole that Fu Qishan was holding.

"Song Weiwei, what are you doing?" Fu Qishan screamed after realizing it later, strongly resisting Song Weiwei\'s actions.

What are you doing? Of course, life-saving is the most important thing, Song Weiyi sneered in his heart.

But on the surface, she didn\'t dare to underestimate the enemy, and tightly grasped the center of the pole, trying to pull it away from Fu Qishan.

Fu Qishan\'s eyes were wide open, and seeing that her weapon was about to be taken away, she was anxious, she suddenly stretched her legs, and quickly swept towards Song Weiyi\'s lower body.

"Ah~" The only consequence of Song\'s unsteady footing is that he fell straight back.

Fu Qishan showed a smug smile, and raised the pole high. On the ground, Song Weiyi\'s eyes were like copper bells, but he couldn\'t move for a moment.

"Song Weiyi, I\'m going to kill you!"

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Song\'s only hair was caught by the corner of the table and could not be torn off.

Fu Qishan\'s face full of hatred was reflected in his pupils, and Song Weiwei watched blankly as the tip of the pole was getting closer and closer to his abdomen...

With a "click", it immediately caught Fu Qishan\'s attention.