Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Aunt Feng didn't care whether Song Zishan was innocent or not, she didn't know the truth. Since she has enjoyed everything and Song Jiaming knows everything, then she deserves what she deserves.

Songshan watched Aunt Feng beating someone helplessly, and opened his eyes wide in astonishment, full of admiration in his eyes.

Amazing!

That's how it should be.

Song Jinyan didn't say anything, but his attitude was obvious, he agreed.

Aunt Feng hit Song Zishan before, and she glanced at Song Jinyan reproachfully, the meaning in that look couldn't be clearer, 'It's too cheap for her to drive people away like this. '

Song Jinyan smiled helplessly.

"You... you hit me? Do you dare to hit me?" Song Zishan was really driven mad by this series of changes, and immediately used all her strength to break free from the guards on both sides of her, taking advantage of the guards Unprepared, he rushed forward and beat Aunt Feng in the face.

The menacing guards and Matsuyama were stunned.

Only Song Jinyan stood still, with a cold look in his eyes.

Songshan was about to step forward to stop it, but an unexpected scene happened.

Song Zishan's menacing approach was easily resolved by Aunt Feng. Aunt Feng grabbed Song Zishan's arm, pulled and pushed away her momentum, and then fell over her shoulder and fell to the ground fiercely in an instant.

In pain, Song Zishan curled up on the ground and cried loudly.

Matsuyama: "... so powerful?"

Song Jinyan explained softly, "Aunt Feng is very powerful, she was the number one confidential secretary in Grandpa's secretary's office back then." It was ridiculous that Song Zishan looked down on people, but on the surface he was polite and polite to Aunt Feng, but in fact he looked down on Aunt Feng everywhere, and his contempt was worse than the nanny at home.

Song Jinyan had noticed these things for a long time, and he had reprimanded Song Zishan, but Song Zishan had never taken it seriously. He apologized on the face with a good attitude, but when he turned around, he became even more arrogant.

That is to say, Aunt Feng doesn't care about the juniors.

"I don't even look at who I am." Aunt Feng patted the non-existent dust on her hands, and looked down at Song Zishan. The more she looked at Song Zishan, the more angry she became, the more she hated her, and the more she looked at the old general, the more she felt sorry for the old general. Finally, she thought about it He simply jumped and kicked twice.

In the courtyard, only the sound of the guards and Matsuyama gasping for air could be heard.

All of a sudden, the three of them looked at Aunt Feng changed. The guard was afraid, and Songshan was adoring.

Song Jinyan, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and looked at the window of the study on the second floor, his pale thin lips slowly curled into a sarcastic arc. For this counterfeit, the daughter of the murderer who killed my second uncle, would grandpa actually feel unbearable?

Sure enough, I have been raising her for more than 20 years, so do you have feelings?

Thinking of the conversation with his grandfather in the study, Song Jinyan's expression became more and more icy, the coldness all over his body was even more unbearable than the ice and snow in this cold winter season. Because ice and snow are transparent and clear, but what Song Jinyan exudes at this time is actually gloomy, violent, dull, full of anger and hatred.

There is also a strong killing intent, which makes people breathless.

At this moment, the courtyard suddenly became quiet, and Song Zishan was lying on the snow, not crying. Because she didn't understand until now that something must have happened, Song Jinyan meant it for real.

She is no longer the little princess of the Song family.

If she cries again, no one will protect her.

Song Zishan was so swollen that she couldn't see her original face, her face was so distorted that her eyes were full of hatred and viciousness. He stared straight at Aunt Feng, almost staring his eyes out of their sockets, wishing that everyone present could be hacked to pieces.