Chapter 887 It Turns Out We Can Love Each Other (9)

Although Song Qingchun didn't dare to look at Song Menghua, she could feel his eyes resting on her belly.

I don't know if Xiao Zhizhi had some sensation, but under Song Menghua's gaze, her abdomen felt a slight throbbing pain.

"Pregnant?" Song Menghua's tone was much gentler than before, probably because the anger had not subsided, but there was still a hint of evil in his tone. Song Qingchun was shocked when he heard it, biting his lip, and lowered his head. It got even worse. After a while, she finally said "Hmm" like a mosquito.

The expression on Song Menghua's face did not change much, and he continued to stare at Song Qingchun's abdomen.

His appearance made the atmosphere of the entire scene become somewhat depressing and stagnant.

Everyone around was watching this scene attentively. Some reporters, although their cameras were broken by the smash, secretly took out their mobile phones and recorded them.

The scene was eerily quiet. Song Qingchun felt that her palms were covered with sweat. Seeing that her father had not spoken, she pursed her lips hard: "Dad, I'm sorry, please don't..."

Before Song Qingchun finished speaking, Song Menghua suddenly raised his crutch.

Mr. Song Menghua, are you trying to correct your family tradition in public? It's just that she is a daughter after all, so it's too harsh to attack like this, right?

Some people gasped secretly, while others couldn't bear to turn their heads away. Qin Yinan subconsciously walked towards Song Menghua.

When Song Qingchun heard the sound of the crutches cutting through the air, he closed his eyes hard and waited for the pain to come.

Su Zhinian, who was standing beside her, turned around without thinking and stood in front of Song Qingchun.

Then, Song Menghua's crutch fell into space and hit the floor where Su Zhinian had just been standing.

Because his strength was too strong, his whole body leaned forward.

Almost everyone in the venue was stunned.

It turns out that after doing this for a long time, I didn’t want to beat my daughter, but I wanted to beat my son...

Even Su Zhinian steadied himself before letting go of Song Qingchun with a look of astonishment. Before he could stand still, Song Menghua's crutch swung over again and landed heavily on his back, hitting him hard. He staggered a step and threw himself on Song Qingchun again.

Song Menghua seemed to be going crazy, and then hit Su Zhinian on the back with a cane, and scolded him angrily: "You unfilial son, you have disappointed me so much, Su Zhinian!"

Su Zhinian, who was hit in the same place twice in a row, pursed his lips tightly and let out a low muffled sound.

"Dad!" Song Qingchun, who had regained consciousness, shouted without thinking, and then he was about to break out of Su Zhinian's arms and go to stop Song Menghua.

When Su Zhinian heard the sound of the crutch falling for the third time, he was afraid that the crutch without eyes would hurt Song Qingchun, so with a slight exertion of his arms, he trapped her firmly in his arms, and then there was another blast from the back. The pain caused his whole body to tremble slightly.

"Uncle Song!" Qin Yinan, who had stopped just now because of Song Menghua's miss, heard Song Qingchun's scream and rushed over again.

Fang Rou also moved her lips: "Dad, don't get excited..."

Butler: "Old sir, if you have something to say, please tell me..."

Song Menghua completely ignored everyone's persuasion and waved his crutch at Su Zhinian's body, falling like raindrops on him.