Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi looked over suspiciously.

Song Mianmian nestled in Ji Moyang's arms, with a sincere face, not sure what her plan was, and dared not agree easily.

For a moment, the dressing room was silent.

From anticipation to depression, Song Qianxi lowered her head and said pitifully, "Sister, are you blaming me?"

She was frowning, with a gloomy expression, "I'm sorry, but Ke Ning's situation made me lose my ability to think. I didn't stand by your side at the first time... Sister, please forgive me?"

She begged in a hoarse voice, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she looked like she was about to cry, which made people love her.

Ji Moyang patted her on the back reassuringly, "Don't cry, it has nothing to do with you at all."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Song Qianxi contemptuously.

This gaze was like a sharp dagger piercing her heart fiercely, stirring it so hard that her flesh was bloody.

Song Qianxi's face paled inch by inch.

Good way!

He deliberately said it in front of Ji Moyang to put pressure on her.

If she didn't agree, she would be a petty fool, unreasonably blaming Song Mianmian for all her faults; if she agreed, she would jump into the pit Song Mianmian had dug.

But right now, in front of Ji Moyang, she couldn't refuse.

She wanted...to impress Ji Moyang as much as possible.

Song Qianxi breathed out a long breath, nodded in response, "Okay, I'll take care of it for you."

"Thank you, sister." Song Mianmian lowered her eyes to hide the coldness that flashed in her eyes, "Brother Mo Yang, go out and entertain the guests first, I'll come out after finishing my hair."

Ji Moyang looked worried, and Song Mianmian said in a brisk tone: "Oh, it's okay, I'll be out in 5 minutes at most. It's shameful not to have a protagonist present at the engagement banquet, go out quickly."

Ji Moyang thought that Song Qianxi would not be able to turn the sky here, so he nodded, "Call me if you need anything."

"Well, let's go."

When Ji Moyang left the dressing room and passed by Song Qianxi, he warned in a cold voice: "Don't play tricks."

Her heart sank into the ice cellar.

In his eyes, is he so unbearable?

Song Mianmian sat in front of the makeup mirror, looking proudly at Song Qianxi, who was bowing her head, with pride in her eyes.

"Sister, help me untangle my hair."

Song Qianxi stepped forward, picked up the comb and carefully braided her hair.

"Sister, your hands are so skillful, you also braided my hair like this when I was young."

"There's no one now, stop pretending."

Song Mianmian lowered her head and let out a sneer, and when she raised her head again, the gentleness on her face was gone, replaced by a stern look.

"I'll give you a sum of money and leave Ancheng."

Familiar words, familiar tone, Song Qianxi's face was sullen, and with force, the hairpin poked her scalp.

Song Mianmian cursed in pain, "Bitch, get beaten!"

When she turned around, she raised her hand, hey Song Qianxi clasped it quickly, and flung it away forcefully.

"Is it you? Destroyed my studio and attacked my friends."

Song Mianmian frowned slightly, she destroyed the studio but did not attack people around Song Qianxi, in order to stimulate Song Qianxi, she did not explain, pretending to be disapproving: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"

Sure enough it was her!

Song Qianxi said with a cold face, "You did it, and sooner or later I will repay you double."

Song Mianmian seemed to have heard a big joke, and said mockingly: "You won't have this day."

She glanced at the alarm clock on the wall, and suddenly changed the topic, "Does my dress look good? Brother Mo Yang gave it to me. He specially pays a high price to find someone to make it for himself. It is unique in the world."

Song Qianxi kept a cold face and didn't comment, "I've combed my hair, I'm going out first."