Chapter 1105: Mrs. Song is dead

Song Qiaoqiao's heart trembled slightly.
mom? This name is so warm and kind.
Since childhood, she was not allowed to call Mrs. Song as her mother.
Mrs. Song asked her to call her mother. She said that she was just Song Hefeng's mother.
For so many years, Song Qiaoqiao has not known how to pronounce the word mother.
Song Qiaoqiao was completely silent.
Mrs. Song's heart, at this moment, faintly aches.
Guilt gradually surged from the bottom of her heart, she leaned on the door panel and slowly slipped down.
She apologized to Song Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, my mother was wrong. It was my mother who was sorry for you. But...for so many years, my mother is also suffering. My mother doesn't know how to face you. My mother wants to love you very much. I want to be nice to you, but whenever this happens, my mother always thinks of the desperate scene that happened when you were born."
"I don't want to see you, and I don't want to look back at the unbearable past... Mom, I just don't want to experience another despair again. But... no matter what your mother does to you, you can't deny it. You are the child born by mother's hard work. This is a relationship that no one can give up... Mother has never wanted to face it, but she has to face it. Coincidentally, can you forgive mother?"
Song Qiaoqiao's heart completely softened.
She was sobbing and crying. She waited for Madam Song's apology for many years.
"What happened back then? Can you tell me?" she asked with a choked voice.
A trace of confusion appeared in Mrs. Song's eyes.
She raised her eyes and looked at the pitch-black room.
There was an indescribable fear that was devouring her little by little, making her unable to breathe.
That night, it was also such a dark night.
But what happened that day was so frightening that she now remembered it and didn't want to look back again.
She pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "The night you were born twenty years ago was actually the night Wen Muchu was taken away. By all accounts, you and Wen Muchu He was born in the same year. He was born three days earlier than you... I had already met his mother a month before he was born."
"His mother is a very gentle and kind-hearted woman...Her fate shouldn't be so miserable. It's a pity...someone wants to get rid of her, she has to die..."
Song Qiaoqiao was startled, never expecting that Mrs. Song would suddenly say these words.
The matter actually involves Wen Muchu and his mother?
What does it mean? Why can't she understand?
Song Qiaoqiao clenched his fist and patted the door hard.
"Mom...what do you mean by this? Do you know who was the one who robbed Wen Muchu back then? Or do you know, Wen Muchu's mother, is it because she lost her child and was too sad and overwhelmed? of?"
Mrs. Song only felt that there was a sudden cold wind blowing violently on her face.
She raised her eyes and suddenly saw a little light flashing across the window.
A trace of fear flashed through her eyes, as if at this moment, death was about to come—
She clenched her fist, kept smashing the door, and kept screaming at Song Qiaoqiao.
"Qiaoqiao, let someone open the door... Someone wants to kill me. Qiaoqiao, let someone open the door..."
Song Qiaoqiao outside the door listened, shocked in a cold sweat.
She quickly got up from the ground and caught a servant: "Have you heard that someone is going to kill my mother? Open this door quickly, quickly..."
The servant shook his head desperately and refused: "Miss, we can't disobey the order of the husband, the husband said, don't let us let the wife out. Miss, you don't know, madam, she is used to acting, maybe all of this is deliberate , You can't let your madam come out with confidence."
Song Qiaoqiao shook her head, no, she didn't believe it, Mrs. Song is now acting.
The premonition of anxiety in her heart became stronger and stronger.
When Mrs. Song heard the movement outside, she saw the bright light gradually approaching her.
She opened her eyes wide, and screamed out the door with a stern voice: "Coincidentally, save me, save mom. Mom loves you, and mom always loves you. However, what happened back then did not allow mom to be nice to you. Me. Once their attitude towards you changes, they will endanger your life. Mom can't harm you like that. What a coincidence, save me..."
"Mom, don't be afraid, I will find the key to save you."
Song Qiaoqiao was so anxious that she almost cried, and she could hear her fear from Mrs. Song's words.
"No... give me the key, someone is going to kill my mother..."
She yelled at the servant, rummaging for the key hidden in him like crazy.
Finally, Song Qiaoqiao found the key.
She was ecstatic, shaking hands to open the door.
"Mom, don't be afraid, I found the key, I will let you out now."
Unexpectedly, at the moment she opened the doorknob, she heard a bang.
Song Qiaoqiao's heart trembled, and she pushed the door open.
The next moment, Madam Song opened her eyes wide and looked at Song Qiaoqiao in a daze.
She smiled at the corner of her lips and stretched out her hand at Song Qiaoqiao.
Song Qiaoqiao rushed forward and grasped her palm.
Unexpectedly, at the moment of her tentacle, a drop of warm liquid dripped on the back of her hand.
She looked carefully, the drop of liquid gradually became larger, and the bright red pierced her eyes little by little.
A blood hole appeared between Mrs. Song's eyebrows.
Song Qiaoqiao stared blankly, her head blank.
Mrs. Song's body gradually became cold, and she was weak, and fell heavily into Song Qiaoqiao's arms.
Song Qiaoqiao's heart was pierced by a thousand arrows.
When her fingers touched Madam Song's cold nose without a trace of breathing.
She spouted a mouthful of blood and screamed.
"mom……"

Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu got the news about half an hour later.
Gu Ci got the news, didn't dare to delay, and hurried to the ward where Wen Muchu was.
When he opened the door of the ward, Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu in the room raised their heads to look at Gu Ci.
Gu Ci entered with a heavy face, he glanced at Wen Mu Chu, and whispered: "Mr. Xiao Wen, there is a very bad news. Mrs. Song is dead--"
Wen Muchu frowned and his eyes were dull and unclear.
Lan Xiao's eyes were full of surprise, and she opened her mouth: "Mrs. Song is dead? How could it be so sudden?"
Wen Muchu lost the file in his hand and asked in a low voice: "How did you die? Because she learned that her husband cheated and gave her a green hat, she couldn't afford to commit suicide for a while?"
Lan Xiao was startled, she turned to look at Wen Muchu.
"Cheating, cuckold? Wait... Chu Chu, didn't you secretly know that Mrs. Song had drugged me, and then you calculated her again? Then, is her death related to you?"
If this is the case, then things are going to be bad.
For her alone, Wen Muchu might offend the Song family.