Chapter 814 Good Luck Zhou Mingchen

Chapter 814 Good Luck Zhou Mingchen

Zhou Mingchen's words made Song Yuqian inexplicably sympathize with him.

"Don't die, what will happen to the Zhou family if you die? It's not worth it to risk your life to fight with Huo Yunhua, who is half buried in the ground. The Zhou family needs a head of the family, and my sister-in-law is just a lazy person. She can't be the head of the family."

Zhou Mingchen said, "It doesn't matter."

His voice was cold, and Song Yuqian also noticed that Zhou Mingchen looked much thinner than before.

He lost his mother and his two younger sisters in succession, and now he is completely alone.

Although Zhou Zhiyin and he are relatives, Jiangcheng and Country Y are far apart, and it is difficult for cousins ​​to meet each other.

Also, because of the relationship between Xu Yi and Zhou Zhiyin, Zhou Zhiyin was somewhat cautious.

"What does Huo Yunhua want to do? Wait..."

"By then it will be too late."

Seeing that Song Yuqian was reluctant to take the key from his hand, Zhou Mingchen had no choice but to put it in front of Song Yuqian.

Song Yuqian still didn't want to, "This matter is too big, you can give it to my brother."

"Song Yanming only knows how to throw it away."

It is true.

Song Yuqian looked at Zhou Mingchen, and when she thought about it, Zhou Mingchen actually did nothing wrong.

Qi Yu was determined to die, and as a son, he also knew the humiliation his mother had experienced.

She wanted to get rid of it, she didn't want to live anymore, but he was keeping her around and forcing her to live. How different was that from Huo Yunhua forcefully imprisoning her?

Xu Yi couldn't get over it. She hated the maternal love that she had lost, regained, and lost again, and took out all her anger on Zhou Mingchen.

The moment Zhou Mingchen made the painful decision to send his sister Zhou Minglan, whom he had raised, to prison, his heart was already entirely on Xu Yi.

But I never expected that I would lose everything and have nothing.

Song Yuqian thought about it and took the key from Zhou Mingchen.

After all that the Zhou family had gone through, she couldn't persuade Zhou Mingchen to let go of the past and start over.

Huo Yunhua, that madman, will not let it go even if they do nothing.

Song Yuqian said, "Good luck Zhou Mingchen."

"Thank you."

He sat upright, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes cold, as if he didn't care about anything.

Song Yuqian took the key and was about to leave. Zhou Mingchen asked her, "Miss Song."

"You said."

"Is Mingxin okay?"

"Very well, my brother treats her well, pampers her, gives her everything she wants, and allows her to do whatever she wants. Her studio is doing very well, and she is very famous in Jiangcheng. Everyone knows that there is a famous designer in Jiangcheng whose haute couture is particularly difficult to book. That famous designer is called Xu Yi."

What Song Yuqian said was what Zhou Mingchen wanted to hear. He nodded at Song Yuqian, and Song Yuqian also nodded at him, then turned and left.

At the door of Zhou Zhiyin's house, the nanny reported that Zhou Zhiyin was not at home.

Song Yuqian asked, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know that."

Song Yuqian thought about several places Zhou Zhiyin often went to, and then called a late-night coffee shop. The owner said that Zhou Zhiyin had an appointment with someone inside.

As soon as Song Yuqian rushed over, she wanted to give Zhou Zhiyin a surprise, so she went straight to the door of Zhou Zhiyin's private room.

When she opened the door, Song Yuqian was stunned by the person in front of her.

She thought Zhou Zhiyin would meet up with her friends to have a leisurely chat in a cafe so late at night.

The result was a meeting with Fukuda.

Song Yuqian subconsciously felt her hair stand on end, and Zhou Zhiyin also stood up, "Yuqian..."

"Futian, what are you doing in Jiangcheng?"

Song Yuqian grabbed the vase beside her, pulled out the flowers, and pretended to throw them at Futian.

Futian raised his hands with a helpless look.

"Yuqian, stop it. Futian and I are friends, you know."

"The Huo family killed Master Qi Yu. He is the Huo family's running dog!"

Zhou Zhiyin frowned, "Don't be so excited, Futian is my friend."

Seeing that Song Yuqian was about to hit him, Futian had no choice but to say, "Ms. Zhiyin, let's meet again next time."

"Don't run!"

Song Yuqian refused to let Futian leave, and tried to chase him while holding the vase, "Futian, stop right there."

Zhou Zhiyin pulled Song Yuqian to stop her from attacking Futian, "Please listen to me, Yuqian."

"When did you get in touch with him?"

"I have been in contact with Futian all the time!" Zhou Zhiyin said helplessly, "Before I contacted Futian, I didn't know he was working for the Huo family."

After just meeting Zhou Mingchen, Song Yuqian's resentment towards the Huo family reached its limit. Recalling the tragedy of the Zhou family, she couldn't control herself.

When he saw Futian, he immediately attributed Futian to the Huo family, a nest of snakes and rats.

Zhou Zhiyin's eyes were calm and her voice was gentle, "Yuqian, can you put it down first?"

Song Yuqian took a deep breath and then put the things in her hand on the table.

Zhou Zhiyin sat opposite her and said calmly, "I have been in contact with Futian, and I have also been in contact with Xidi after the competition."

"He is still working for the Huo family, did you know that?"

“I never talk to him about this.”

"So what did you guys talk about?"

"Talk about other things, just chit-chat, like friends."

Song Yuqian was speechless. She felt that anyone could be friends with Zhou Zhiyin and she could chat with anyone.

Even if she saw a stray dog ​​passing by, she could make the dog cry in front of her and tell her about the difficulties and hardships of wandering.

Song Yuqian smiled and said, "You, don't be a designer anymore. It would be great if you could be a psychologist instead."

He has a strong inner strength, is approachable, quick-witted, honest and kind, and can talk to anyone. He is definitely a good candidate for a psychologist.

"I'm thinking about it."

Song Yuqian: ...

"Zhiyin, I don't want you to have too much contact with Futian. You and he are not from the same world."

In addition, Futian also had that kind of intention towards Zhou Zhiyin, which made Song Yuqian even more repulsive.

After she finished speaking, Zhou Zhiyin smiled and said, "Don't worry, he won't become the second Yang Kun. I've only suffered this kind of loss once, and I've learned my lesson."

"You are not interested in him, but he is interested in you."

"I hope Futian can become a better person. He is not a bad person."

"That's impossible. Futian has been helping Huo Yunhua with my brother's software recently! If he could stop in time, I might be able to vote for him."

Zhou Zhiyin thought for a moment and said, "I'll find a chance to ask Futian. I want to find out what he is thinking and why he works for the Huo family."

After arriving home, Song Yuqian discovered that Song Yanming and Xu Yi had not returned yet.

Jiang Qing came over and asked her, "Where are your brother and your sister-in-law?"

"He's outside. He probably won't come back."

Since no one was under her watch, Jiang Qing was very worried, fearing that Song Yanming and Xu Yi would do something bad behind her back.

At least she feels a little safe at home, but when she is not at home, everything is out of control.

Qin Tai was locked at the door of the ward by the Chen family for a whole night and could not get in.

Two children were crying inside, and someone was taking care of Chen Xiaomei. He sat at the door, feeling at a loss.