Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Ow...

Song Qianxi covered her head in pain, is this chest made of steel?so hard.

"Let me see, does it hurt?"

A man's worried voice came from above his head, and in the next second, he put his broad palm on his forehead and pressed gently.

"I-I'm fine..."

Song Qianxi pulled his hand down embarrassingly, but Chu Muhan didn't insist, and said: "Go and freshen up, I arranged a press conference for you, and it will start on time at ten o'clock."

Song Qianxi was flattered, "Thank you."

She walked a few steps and then turned back, touched Chu Muhan's forehead to check the temperature with her small hand, and returned to the room only after confirming that the fever had subsided.

A faint smile appeared on Chu Muhan's face.

……

As soon as the news of Song Qianxi's development conference came out, it immediately spread throughout the streets and alleys.

The news about Song Qianxi and Qiu Zhiyu on the Internet has become popular again.

After Song Mianmian saw the news, her eyelids twitched violently, and she dragged Song Yun and Xia Qing to the press conference.

Many media reporters gathered around the scene.

Seeing the Song family, the reporters flocked.

"President Song, what do you think about Miss Song Qianxi's clarification?"

"If there is a misunderstanding, it is natural to support."

Song Yun made a pun, and his answer was concise and official.

If there is a misunderstanding, it is to support and win everyone's favor. If there is no misunderstanding, it is that Song Qianxi made something out of nothing. It is all her fault. The righteousness and passion show his uprightness. Even so, Song Yun still scolded Song Qianxi several times in his heart.

"Then why did you choose to hide it?"

Song Yun hesitated, not knowing how to answer, Xia Qing closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, and stepped forward to make a relief: "Actually... we are also covered in our bones."

"fart!"

After the words fell, a loud voice came out, and Qiu's mother glared at the three of the Song family fiercely.

"It's the Qiu family!"

The reporters stepped forward and surrounded the four members of the Qiu family, asking questions in a row.

Reporter: "Mr. Qiu Zhiyu, did you know about it from the beginning?"

Qiu Zhiyu: "How is it possible? If I knew about it, such absurd things wouldn't have happened."

Reporter: "Is the fake bride arranged by the Song family?"

Qiu Zhiyu: "Of course!"

Mother Qiu: "Everything was arranged by the Song family, and our Qiu family didn't know anything about it."

Qiu's mother threw the pot away with her strength and left it clean.

Xia Qing was indignant, "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!"

Qiu's mother turned back, "I'm telling the truth, your Song family wanted to cling to us, but Song Qianxi didn't want to get married and would use any means to give us a counterfeit!

Now he is instigating that bitch Song Qianxi to frame us and warn you, don't drag us into the Qiu family if you die.If the reputation of the Qiu family is damaged, the Qiu family and the Song family will be at odds! "

The loud fall on the ground highlighted Qiu's mother's resentment.

Before Song Qianxi showed up, the scene was full of gunpowder.

The reporters didn't ask any more questions. They glanced at the time and said impatiently, "It's already [-]:[-], why hasn't it started yet?"

"Is it possible to be afraid?"

"If you are upright, you are not afraid of the slanting shadow. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"The thing I'm afraid of is that the shadow is crooked. Maybe Song Qianxi is doing it to stir up the heat. Maybe Song Qianxi arranged for the counterfeit goods to deliberately stage a thief shouting to catch a thief and selling a white lotus figure to attract sympathy."

What the female reporter said made the others nod thoughtfully.

The female reporter glanced in Song Mianmian's direction, and turned back without moving her expression. Song Mianmian pursed her lips. She had installed this reporter just to smear Song Qianxi with rhythm.

Tang Lu was taken away yesterday, and today Song Qianxi will hold a press conference. The timing is too coincidental, and Song Mianmian has to guard against it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the reporters on the scene became impatient.

"It's already eleven o'clock, can't the press conference start yet?"

"Perhaps Song Qianxi didn't expect people from the Song family and Qiu family to come, so she ran away in fright."

"Tsk, you can't judge people by their appearances, and the waters can't be measured. Song Qian, who is pure in appearance, is very deep in the city."

"Let's go, there's nothing to interview, Song Qianxi is a prostitute!"