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Song House.

Song Mangmang threw down his backpack from the terrace of the room, then tied a protective measure for rock climbing around his waist, and slid down the first floor along the already fixed railing.

When he landed, Song Mangmang carried his backpack on his backpack and left without looking back.

The last trace of family affection in her heart has been completely exhausted by them, and she will not do anything for them anymore!

Song Mangmang headed straight to the airport.

On the way, Song's father and Song's mother kept calling. Song Mangmang was not very annoyed. When he was about to turn off the phone, another call came.

She looked at the caller ID, paused her fingers, and answered, "Hey—"

I don't know what to say, but her face turned pale.

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When Song Mangmang arrived at the hospital, Song Zicheng had been pushed into the operating room. She stood at the door, staring at the red light above, and her hands were unconsciously tucked together.

She thought that the abnormality of her younger brother's body that her father said was just a reason to lie to her back...

Time seems to be infinitely lengthened, and every minute and every second of waiting is tormenting. It seems that after a century, the door of the operating room has finally opened.

After Song Zicheng was pushed to the ward, Song's father and Song's mother came late. As soon as they came, they rushed to the bed and cried heartbrokenly, calling out my heart-wrenching baby.

Song Mangmang didn't give them half of his eyes, looked straight at the doctor and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, what's the situation with my brother now?"

The doctor sighed: "Ms. Song, your brother's heart attacks are getting more and more frequent, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. You must take good care of it, otherwise... I'm afraid you won't live to be eighteen years old."

Not even 18 years old...

Song Mangmang's heart aches, and his black eyes suddenly turned to Song Zicheng lying on the hospital bed.

Because he was sick all year round, his body was extremely thin and his cheeks were pale and pale. He was asleep quietly at this time. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, he wouldn't have seen that he still had some vitality.

Upon hearing this, Song's mother immediately turned to Song Mangmang and begged, "Mangmang, I know you are annoyed by your father and I, but we have no choice. The company is going to go bankrupt and the family has no money. What can we use to treat your brother? If you don't have money to be hospitalized for medicine, if you encounter a suitable heart in the future, you will not be able to pay the surgery fee. Do you have to watch your brother die? "

"You and your brother have had a good relationship since childhood, and you can't bear to watch him die, right?" Song's mother cried louder and louder, "Mangmang, even if you don't care about me and your father, you just think it's for your brother. He is still so young and hasn't enjoyed anything. Save him!"

Song Mangmang looked at Song's mother with her eyes down. She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

She just learned that after she went abroad, her parents left her younger brother in the hospital and ignored him. In the past six months, she has not even settled the medical expenses and has been delaying it again and again.

My younger brother's condition deteriorates rapidly, and it is unrelated to these things.

Now that she is still in front of her, it is ridiculous to say how much she cares about her children!

But this time, they did hit her weakness.

She could ignore them, but she could not ignore her younger brother. Her younger brother was her in this family, and the only warmth left was her. It can be said that they were like orphans in this family, and the only thing they could rely on was each other.

Song Mangmang pulled the corners of his lips, without any emotion in his voice, "What do you want me to do?"

Seeing that her attitude softened, Song's father suddenly put away his tears and said with a quick speech: "Mangmang, Jiang Wu may not be willing to marry you, but we have another choice."

Song Mangmang looked at him, and his eyes couldn't hide the mockery.

What choice is simply what he had thought about in the morning. Jiang Wu couldn't work, so he just settled for the second best. As long as he had money, he would sell it to anyone!

Song's father coughed lightly and continued, "There is a rich man who needs a wife. As long as you are willing to marry, he will give us some money. At that time, the company will be resurrected and have the money to continue to treat Zicheng!"

Since you are a rich man, you will definitely not have to worry about getting married, but now you have to spend money to buy a wife unless...

Song Mangmang asked bluntly, "Who is he?"

Song’s father and Song’s mother looked at each other and knew that such a thing could not be hidden. Song’s mother spoke truthfully, “We have never seen him, we just heard that he had an accident, his face had been disfigured, his personality was moody, and... he might not be humane!”

After pausing, Song's mother quickly made up for it, "But you don't have to worry too much. He is not young anymore. You are still young. If he has been gone for a few years, his property will be yours. How great is it."

She is really her good parents. The choice she gave her is either a wolf's nest or a tiger's den.

Song Mangmang walked to the bed and slowly held Song Zicheng's cold hand. His hands were as thin as skinny and a little bit irritated.

She closed her eyes and opened it again, with a hint of determination, "Okay, I'll marry!"

As long as it is not Jiang Wu, there is no difference between her who she married.

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In the new house, Song Mangmang sat on the empty big bed, waiting for her upcoming newlywed husband.

After she agreed that day, two days later, someone brought her a marriage agreement for her to sign. The day after she signed the letter, a car came to pick her up and sent her to this remote but magnificent villa.

As the sun sets, the night is getting deeper, and the villa becomes quieter, a bit terrifying.

I heard that her newlywed husband didn't want others to see his face, so the person who sent her here repeatedly told her not to turn on the lights before leaving.

Song Mangmang had no choice but to wait in the darkness.

After waiting for a while, Song Mangmang couldn't help but feel sleepy. Just as her eyelids couldn't help but close, footsteps came.

As we approached, every step seemed to be stepping on Song Mangmang's heart.

Her newlywed husband is here.

Song Mangmang subconsciously sat upright, held his breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the door of the room.

The silver moonlight was projecting in, reflecting the man's tall and slender body outline, but the light was dim and he could not see his facial features clearly.

Despite this, she could still feel the aura of his innate superior, which inexplicably made people feel a little suffocating and oppressive.

It's inexplicably... a little familiar.

Some thoughts that flashed through her mind made Song Mangmang feel ridiculous. She shook her head vigorously, stopped her random thoughts and pulled her attention back to her eyes.

Song Mangmang swallowed his saliva and wondered whether to say hello first.

Her newlywed husband spoke first. His voice was clear and cold, with a low and dumb magnetic, and his tone was like an emperor, "take off his clothes."
Chapter completed!