Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Father, don't." Song Mianmian stopped, "If it's really my sister, her life will be ruined."

"This cheap girl won't do such a thing today if she is afraid of being ruined!"

Song Yun pushed Song Mianmian away, obviously not very strong, but Song Mianmian was weak like a grass, almost fell down, but fortunately Ji Moyang helped her in time, "Mianmian, I will leave this matter to Uncle Song, don't worry about it gone."

Song Mianmian was anxious, "But she is my sister!"

Ji Moyang said in a concentrated voice: "The mistakes you make should bear the consequences."

Song Mianmian's heart skipped a beat, her face paled.

Knowing that he was talking about Song Qianxi, but substituting himself unconsciously.

If... Brother Mo Yang knows the truth in the future...

Will he say such things cruelly? !

No, there cannot be such ifs!She wants to kill all possibilities in the cradle.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

A soft, waxy and beautiful voice sounded, and Song Mianmian followed the voice incredulously as if struck by lightning.

Outside the crowd, Song Qianxi, who was wearing a white dress, looked blankly at everything in front of her. She was pure, innocent and coquettish, so amazing that she instantly took away Song Mianmian's brilliance.

"Song, sister... sister..."

"Wow, she is Song Qianxi, so beautiful... She is much more beautiful than the photo."

"Whoever said that she has plastic surgery face, she can't see that she has used a knife at all, it's very natural."

"I thought Song Mianmian was pretty, but as soon as Song Qianxi appeared, she became the backdrop."

Listening to the discussion, Song Mianmian's expression turned ugly little by little.

The cold little hand was suddenly held by a big warm hand. She raised her head, and Ji Moyang said to her affectionately: "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful, unmatched by anyone."

Song Mianmian smiled warmly, hugged Ji Moyang coquettishly, and looked at Song Qianxi provocatively.

Song Qianxi's heart stirred up turbulent waves, and his face had the calmness of a mountain collapsed without changing his face.

"But why is Song Qianxi here?"

"Just now my cousin brought me to sit in the lounge. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and I went to pour her a glass of water. In just two or three minutes, you were all surrounded here. What happened?"

After Song Qianxi said that, everyone noticed that she was holding a glass of water.

Song Mianmian's face changed drastically, the person inside couldn't be Xia Kening, right?

The hotel staff brought the keys, and Song Yun opened the door.

In the lounge, a man and a woman hugged each other in messy clothes.

The man was cheaply dressed and plain-looking, not a guest tonight.

The woman with thick smoky makeup is none other than Xia Kening.

Xia Qing yelled, "Ah—Ke Ning, why is it you!"

Xia Kening shuddered violently, looked at the group of people in the lounge as if waking up from a dream, and then at the man who was hugging her, she screamed, "Ah—rascal!"

She slapped the opponent hard, and the opponent woke up instantly.

Xia Kening threw herself into Xia Qing's arms in panic, and cried aggrievedly: "Auntie, you have to make the decision for me."

Xia Qing took the suit jacket handed over by the bodyguard and put it on Xia Kening, pointing at the man and yelling: "Where is the wild man who dares to take advantage of my niece!"

The man knelt down directly, and said according to what his previous employer taught: "I'm wronged, she seduced me. She contacted me and said that she wanted to spend the night with me."

Xia Kening roared angrily: "Fuck you! I never said these things, it's... it's Song Qianxi, it's her! She framed me, aunt, you must seek justice for me!"