Chapter 657: Endless hypocrisy

Walking into the cell, Tang Nuanhua looked at Song Yijun with a smile, and then walked forward and took the pistol that had been in her mouth for Song Yijun.
"Tang Nuan painting, you, you hateful woman, you are despicable and hateful!" Song Yijun just screamed.
She stared at Tang Nuan's painting fiercely, as if she never thought that one day she would fall into Tang Nuan's hands.
At this moment, she couldn't wait to paint Tang Nuan to pieces of corpses immediately!
But the more painful she was, the more she appreciated Tang Nuan's paintings.
Clapped his hands triumphantly, Tang Nuan painted a satisfied smile and walked to Song Yijun, "Oh, as the saying goes, what kind of person goes with what kind of feng shui treasure, Yijun, the scenery here is not bad? "
"I bother!"
Song Yijun spit on the ground fiercely, staring at Tang Nuanhua with spiteful eyes, "Today I fell on your hand, I'm unlucky! But don't think I will succumb, you give me this heart early! "
"Oh, is it so?"
Hearing this, Tang Nuanhua smiled indifferently and shrugged indifferently, "Why didn't I find out before that you are still such a spineless woman?"
"But your unyielding is totally unattractive to me. I didn't catch you to make you surrender, but to..."
Speaking of this, Tang Nuanhua looked back at Song Yijun's evil spirit and smiled, "Won't you forget what I said? I said that I would give you back the pain you gave me a hundred times and ten times!"
"Tang Nuan painting, you! Do you dare!" Song Yijun was angry and afraid.
"Hahahahaha, Song Yijun, can you wake me up, what am I afraid to do now? You are now in my hands. Is death or life a matter of a word?"
Tang Nuanhua laughed wantonly, but the tone became more and more fierce, "And don't forget, how you used my father to threaten me in the first place. Why, the tiger does not show off his power, you treat me as a sick cat!"
"I tell you Song Yijun, the tricks I used to deal with you in the past are light enough compared to what you treated me! I originally thought, since you have already hid abroad, as long as you can rest assured No matter how troublesome it is, I won't bother to pursue you any more."
"But what about you? All this is your own self-conceit!"
"Before you ruined my reputation and harmed my company. Now you hurt my family and ruined my marriage! How can you let me let you off easily!"
After talking about this, Tang Nuan painting instantly felt relieved a lot.
And Song Yijun was already so angry, "Tang Nuan painted, you said I hurt you, but are you not against me?"
Tang Nuanhua sneered, "If you don't aim at me, why would I aim at you?"
"My Tang Nuan painting has never been such a troublemaker, but I am not a person who is afraid of troubles. If you were not benevolent in the first place, I would not be unrighteous. Why? You say that you are like a victim, do you forget Those who have been hurt by you?"
"You, you shut up!"
The more Tang Nuan paints, the more Song Yijun feels guilty, and he can't wait to get rid of the restraints immediately, and then severely chokes Tang Nuan to death.
And Mingye and Blood Eagle who were watching from the side shook their heads helplessly at this time, "Or let's go, this war between women and women, let them fight by themselves."
After speaking, the two big men left the cell silently, leaving only Tang Nuanhua and Song Yijun hostile to each other.
"Song Yijun, if I remember correctly, you actually helped me when we first met back then?"
As Tang Nuanhua said and said, he suddenly recalled the events of the year, and then the memory retreated like a tide, slowly returning to seven years ago.
That year, Tang Nuan was fourteen years old and Song Yijun was fifteen years old.
On the day they met, Tang Nuanhua squatted on the ground crying embarrassedly because of a fight with other girls in the toilet, her hair torn and her rubber band torn off.
Song Yijun at that time was far less vicious than it is now. When she passed the toilet, she saw the weeping painting of Tang Nuan, and she stepped forward sympathetically and handed out a clean handkerchief.
"This is for you, wipe your tears, class is about to go, don't cry." Song Yijun handed the handkerchief to Tang Nuan's screen, her voice was milky, and it sounded very sweet.
Tang Nuan raised his head timidly when he heard the sound, and then saw Song Yijun neatly dressed.
"Why are you helping me?"
At that time, Tang Nuan painting seemed to be unbelievable. Almost half of the girls in this school hated herself. Even the teacher said she was naughty, but there were still people willing to approach her.
Song Yijun smiled softly, "Because I think you are so cute, so cute girls will not look good when they cry. Wipe away your tears!"
Then he handed the handkerchief to Tang Nuan painting.
Tang Nuanhua had no reason to refuse this time, so he gladly accepted it.
Because of this, the two have made friends since then, and perhaps because both of them have a miserable life experience, they quickly got to know each other.
Tang Nuanhua always remembered that when they first started, they really treated her sincerely. At least at that time, she felt that Song Yijun was sincerely kind to herself.
But since when did this true heart change?
Maybe it was the first time Song Yijun was driven out of the house by the Song family, so let’s stay in Tang’s house.
Before that, Song Yijun always felt that he and Tang Nuan were the same poor people. They cherished each other and had few secrets between them.
But when Song Yijun came to Tang Nuan painting's house, he realized that the disparity between the two of them was actually very big.
Song Yijun is a real illegitimate daughter. She lives in a place like the Song family, and she has to look at her face all the time.
But Tang Nuan's paintings are different. Even if her mother left early, her stepmother's attitude towards her is not very good, but Tang Nuan's paintings are very doting.
As long as it is what Tang Nuan wants to paint, Master Tang will try all kinds of ways to satisfy her wish, even if it is the stars in the sky, Master Tang is willing to take a ladder to help her pick it.
However, Tang Nuan's paintings are still self-willed, apparently living a good life every day when they open their mouths and stretch out their hands.
At that time, Tang Nuan's spoiled temper was really full of ridicule in Song Yijun's view.
Obviously they are all the same single-parent families, and they are obviously motherless children. Why would one be held in the sky while the other be trampled on the ground?
Later, Song Yijun gradually changed.
When she saw Tang Nuan's paintings, she no longer had sincere eyes, only endless hypocrisy.