"Yes, yes..." Cheng Qingyun stuttered and defended, "Achen is healthy, and the child must be healthy."

Mr. Song said impatiently: "Even if the child is 1% likely to get sick, I will not allow the child to be born. This is irresponsible to the child."

Cheng Qingyun did not expect that Mr. Song ignored the keywords of "terminal illness", "bloodline" and "tears" and directly rejected her plea from Qingqi's perspective!

But Cheng Qingyun didn't dare to speak, claiming that she was healthy, and that she was slapping herself in the face.

"Song Chen is still young, and one day he may see the partner of the central instrument and get married and have children immediately." Mr. Song said, "Miss Cheng, since you have heart disease, it is the best way to take good care of your illness. I will discuss with Song Chen the next day and let your engagement be cancelled. As compensation, our Song family will bear all your medical expenses."

After a pause, Mr. Song added earnestly: "Also, Miss Cheng. Old man, I see people very accurately. You should know what kind of person you are. You can't take off the mask after wearing it for a long time."

Cheng Qingyun was in a stalemate.

No matter what, she never expected that Mr. Song was such a sarcastic and stingy and arrogant old man!

Cancel the engagement?

Children are not allowed to be born?

Bearing medical expenses?

Word by word, it was like a sharp needle pricking the heart. Cheng Qingyun's eyes were really red this time, and big crystal tears fell down.

There was no pretending to be pitiful, only full of resentment and anger.

She could see that Mr. Song hated him! He even wanted to drive himself away from Song Chen!

Want to break off the engagement? Want to ruin my happiness?

You, the old man who stepped into the coffin with half a foot, are worthy of it too!

Cheng Qingyun thought: I am too naive. This old man will not help me at all. On the contrary, he will destroy the happiness I finally got!

A vicious thought arose.

Since you stop me, I will destroy you.

"Mr. Song, you may have some misunderstandings about me." Cheng Qingyun suppressed his surging emotions and walked gently to Mr. Song's side with his slender and white fingertips lightly placed on the wheelchair. "But please believe me, I really love Song Chen."

Mr. Song likes tranquility and there are no bystanders in the garden.

Cheng Qingyun thought: If an 80-year-old man had something unexpected in the garden, no one would suspect her.

Look at this top silver smart wheelchair. The smarter the thing is, the easier it is to become mentally retarded.

After living in the Cheng family with constant struggle for many years, fighting wits and courage with a group of illegitimate children. Cheng Qingyun is well aware of the principle of "those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish."

This old man is mean and rude, and will only become a stumbling block on my road to success - then send him away.

Cheng Qingyun carried a silver blade with her. This was specially worn after she learned that Cheng Qi had also come to this birthday party. Cheng Qi was her half-brother, and she was afraid of Cheng Qi and wanted to defend herself.

Two centimeters thin, hidden in the belt.

At this moment, she wanted to use this sharp knife to cut a small data cable...

The blade has not yet been poked out-

"Dong~"

A slight impact sound came from under the tablecloth.

Cheng Qingyun's face changed slightly, and he quickly took back the knife! It seemed that someone was under the table!
Chapter completed!