Quick Transmigration: The female supporting role counterattacks, and the heroine quickly makes way

Chapter 205 Mysterious Husband, Too Damn 62
Lin Weiwei was obviously prepared. When she finished speaking, she threw out a rope.

With a smile in his eyes, Mu Yichen obediently trapped Xing Siqi.

Xing Siqi calmed down for a while, feeling that his eyes were much better, and then he started to struggle, "Mo Tongying, how dare you, why do you tie me up, believe it or not, I will sue you, I..."

"Xing Siqi, it's already this time, and you are still so arrogant. Sure enough, you are as virtuous as your own mother." Lin Weiwei knelt down and looked at Xing Siqi, who was tied up and had no ability to fight back, with contempt, and raised her hand rudely to her face. Slap twice.

"you……"

"Shut up!" With a sharp shout, Lin Weiwei raised her hand and slapped her hard.

The applause was so loud that Xing Zhiyuan couldn't help frowning, but Mu Yichen's eyes were full of approval and satisfaction.

"Your mother stole my happiness for you, but she didn't treat me well. I have been working since I was five years old. Look at my hands. How do they look like the hands of a girl in her 20s?" Lin Weiwei said Spread out your hands, although you have worked hard to take care of them when you grow up, but there are still calluses in your palms.

When Xing Zhiyuan saw it, his nose was sour, and he was full of distress.

But Lin Weiwei didn't stop, and continued to condemn, "No matter how sensible and well-behaved I am, I will always be bad in her eyes. It's fine to give me leftovers, and I won't be full; Yes, you wear all kinds of beautiful clothes to keep warm, but I can only wear a pair of tattered cloth shoes with bare feet. I know that only going to school can change my fate, but she doesn't allow me. In order to go to school, I begged hard After three days, I finally promised her to give her 3000 yuan a year, and she agreed..."

Relying on the original owner's memory, Lin Weiwei found out everything one by one.In fact, what she said was not aimed at Xing Siqi, but for Xing Zhiyuan to listen to.

Xing Zhiyuan loves Xing Siqi. Although he knows that she is not his biological daughter, it is impossible to let go of the relationship for more than 20 years. As long as he can see the truth clearly and know how her mother treats his biological daughter, knowing this How hypocritical it is to let him let go of the daughter he has loved for more than 20 years, and only then can he feel sorry for the original owner and be twice as kind to the original owner.

Xing Siqi couldn't stand listening, and yelled at Lin Weiwei: "Why are you telling me this? I didn't do it. If you have the ability, go to her to settle the score."

Lin Weiwei sneered and said, "Okay, let's not talk about her. Then talk about you. Xing Siqi, did you design the design draft?"

Being asked such a question, Xing Siqi immediately felt guilty, her eyes wandering, "Of course it's mine, could it be yours?"

"Hehe, Xing Siqi, you are not afraid to bite your tongue off when you say this. You dare to swear to God that the design draft is yours. If you hadn't been hit by a car when you went out, it would be as miserable as your own mother's death." Lin Weiwei sneered He looked at her with a particularly vicious tone.

Xing Siqi glared at her angrily, but dared not answer with a guilty conscience, "Why should I swear, I..."

"Don't you dare? Xing Siqi, you are so shameless. Why is the place where I live on fire? Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything." Xing Siqi was already afraid. She was so afraid that she wanted to steal it, but found that there was no chance at all.

At this moment, Lin Weiwei took out the recording obtained from Mo Tongwei and played it directly.

Listening to the other party inside, Xing Zhiyuan was burning with anger, and the anger that had been suppressed burst out instantly. He stepped forward angrily, and slapped Xing Siqi hard, which made Xing Siqi's ears buzz and stares stared at him, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

(End of this chapter)