Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Mianmian responded, "An irrelevant person, I will drive her away now."

"Hmph, nothing to do with it?"

In the past, on countless nights, Song Qianxi, who had just begun to fall in love, told her about the beauty of Ji Moyang.

Zheng Xueying felt wronged for Song Qianxi, and she was filled with righteous indignation: "I am irrelevant to you, but Qianxi is not. Let me solemnly introduce, my name is Zheng Xueying, and I am Qianxi's best friend!"

She emphasized her girlfriends with ulterior motives, which made Ji Moyang confused.

"Brother Moyang, don't pay attention to her, she's just a lunatic." Facing Ji Moyang, Song Mianmian spoke in a soft voice, not at all as arrogant and domineering as before, like a harmless little white rabbit.

Tsk tsk, the role change is really fast.

No wonder the outspoken Song Qianxi was no match for her.

Looking at Song Mianmian's face that didn't want to be beaten, a little devil with horns appeared in Zheng Xueying's heart. She raised her head and smiled sweetly, "Does Mr. Ji think that Xun Xun is very similar to Chu Liu?"

Ji Moyang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her with burning eyes.

Song Mianmian's eyelids twitched violently.

Go straight to the entrance and use the access control intercom to call the property and ask the security guard to come over.

Zheng Xueying was fearless and laughed arrogantly, "Why, Second Miss Song is afraid? Oh no, it's Miss Song, Qianxi has nothing to do with your Song family anymore."

Her beautiful eyes with exquisite eye makeup moved to Ji Moyang, and she said with a bit of vengeance: "Your mother bought you a husky called Chu Liu when you were ten years old because of lack of playmates; you accidentally drowned when you were 11 years old." ; Won the first prize in the National Youth Piano Competition at the age of 12...and had a heart transplant..."

Speaking from ten years old.

Every time Zheng Xueying mentioned an incident, Ji Moyang's face became more shocked.

Song Mianmian's face turned pale inch by inch, "Shut up! Is it an honor to peek at other people's letters? You still say it so shamelessly, get out, you are not welcome here."

She rushed forward and pushed Zheng Xueying.

Zheng Xueying dodged sideways, staring at Ji Moyang with fiery eyes, and said darkly: "Are you curious how I would know? Let me tell you, the person who has been chatting with you for the past ten years is ummmm..."

In an emergency, Song Mianmian covered Zheng Xueying's mouth, "You dare to talk nonsense, be careful and I will seal it..."

Song Mianmian was bitten on the palm of her hand, and Zheng Xueying spat, "You don't want me to say it, I just want to say it. Ji Moyang, the person you've been talking about letters with is Qianxi!"

Ji Moyang's pupils shook violently, and his expression was serious.

Song Mianmian's head exploded 'suddenly', her brain went blank for a moment, her palms were sweating, and she explained nervously: "Brother Moyang, don't believe her, it's not what she said."

Ji Moyang pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.

The security personnel came, because they knew that Zheng Xueying didn't use brute force, and said respectfully: "Miss, Miss Song said that you broke into a famous house, please come out with us."

Zheng Xueying wasn't sure what Ji Moyang was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "Qianxi was slandered and murdered and entered the police station. If you believe me, please do me a favor; if you don't believe me, just pretend I never came."

She didn't want to humble beg.

Because she not only represents herself but also represents Song Qianxi.

She believed that Song Qianxi was not willing either.

Zheng Xueying left, the huge room was quiet and the sound of needles falling could be heard.

"Brother Mo Yang..."

Song Mianmian was the first to break the silence, stepped forward, and argued: "She and my sister are good friends, and when my sister had an accident, she deliberately used this incident to provoke you to help her. Don't be fooled by her."