Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

The two grew up together, and Song Mianmian understood Song Qianxi's temper. She usually didn't get angry easily, and once she got angry, the consequences would be serious, and something important must have happened today.

If she was alone, she wouldn't be afraid, just go out with Song Qianxi.

Of course, apart from her, there are Ji Moyang and his parents. If something is known about her, how will she establish her image in the future?

Song Mianmian lowered her head like a frightened deer and hid behind Liao Meixian.

Liao Meixian held her hand and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, she dare not bully you with us."

Ji Ziliang and his wife have heard a lot about Song Qianxi, and when they come back to her selfishness and ungratefulness, they also see that Qian Yankai is not comparable to Song Mianmian. From today's perspective, it is indeed the case.

Ji Ziliang suddenly thought of something, "I remembered, the Internet is full of news about you recently, you are a murderer and escaped from prison, I will call the police and arrest you now."

He took out his mobile phone, and before he unlocked it, he was grabbed by a strong and powerful hand.

Ji Ziliang looked over in surprise, and saw Ji Moyang, who was wearing a hospital gown with a pale face, got up and stood in front of him at some point, and took his mobile phone away, "Dad, don't say that, Qianxi is not the murderer."

Hearing this, Song Mianmian looked at Ji Moyang in disbelief.

He was speaking for Song Qianxi...

This is not a good sign.

"Qianxi, what are you looking for Mianmian?"

Ji Moyang has no expression on his face, and his tone is light, even so Song Qianxi feels that he is much more approachable than before.

She didn't answer Ji Moyang, looked directly at Song Mianmian and said in a deep voice, "I asked you out to talk alone because I cared about your face. If you don't care, I can tell you about Qiao Yexin here."

Song Mianmian's pupils shrank suddenly, and she pretended to be stupid and said in a daze, "Isn't Qiao Yexin an employee of your studio?"

She knew that Song Qianxi was very angry today, so enough was enough. Before she could speak, she said, "Mom and Dad, brother Mo Yang, sit down for a while, I'll go out and have a chat with my sister."

After finishing speaking, she smiled slightly at Song Qianxi, and stretched out her hand timidly to take Song Qianxi's arm.

However, halfway outstretched, he withdrew his hand hesitantly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Song Mianmian is very afraid of Song Qianxi.

Only Song Qianxi knew that Song Mianmian was pretending to win sympathy, and she deliberately said that Qiao Yexin was an employee of her studio just now to minimize the suspicion of the three of them.

No matter what happened to Qiao Yexin, in the perception of Ji Ziliang and his wife, she was Song Qianxi's employee.

I have to say that Song Mianmian's speaking skills are very good.

Song Qianxi is willing to bow down.

Walking out of the ward, Song Mianmian closed the door, the weak expression on her face was replaced by a cold one, pointing to the entrance of the corridor in front, said in a deep voice: "Go there and talk."

Song Qianxi did not follow her, but stood still, and said straight to the point: "Qiao Yexin has explained everything."

Song Mianmian paused, panicked for a moment but quickly calmed down again, turned around and stepped forward with an indifferent expression on her face, "So what? Want to persuade me to go to the police station?"

"No." She knew that going to the police station was useless, Song Mianmian was at most an accomplice, and it would not be a problem to be released on bail with the capabilities of the Song family and the Ji family, "I want you to clarify the plagiarism."

Song Mianmian smiled bluntly, "Sister, I used to admire you very much. Your comics are really good, but now is Jiang Lang exhausted? You want to bite me back for plagiarism. My plot progress is faster than yours."

Unexpectedly, Song Qianxi was so thick-skinned that she could still open her eyes and talk nonsense.