Chatper 843 (1/2)

"Okay, Song Weiyi, you're doing really well!" He came here in high spirits, but came back disappointed, and he was talking about Mrs. Pei.

Originally, I was counting on whether I could find some breakthrough from here.

Even if there is no progress in Pei Yibai's time, it's fine if it's about grandchildren.

But she never expected that Song Weiyi would say such cold-blooded words.

"This is the good wife that my son has chosen out of thousands of choices. The husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately, right? Even their own children are willing to abandon them. Are you deliberately taking revenge on the Pei family?"

This possibility cannot be ruled out, otherwise, how can a mother do such a thing?

Song Weiyi did not deny that she was happy to let Mrs. Pei misunderstand.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." This time, Song Weiwei faced Mrs. Pei without any pressure.

Mrs. Pei may not have experienced the piercing pain as deeply as she did.

Despite being criticized by Mrs. Pei, Song Weiyi did not think that Mrs. Pei was qualified to say that about herself, and her ability to resist pressure was better for Mrs. Pei's words.

"Go, just go, I can see you clearly."

Mrs. Pei, who got the "truth", went to see Zhao Mengmeng's mood, but because of Song Weiyi's words, she completely disappeared.

With a sullen face, she gave Song Weiyi a hard look, and left with her hands.

Going farther and farther until she completely disappeared.

Song Weiyi looked back silently, is this considered revenge?

She lowered her eyes, turned around and walked back without any pressure, and went back to look at Zhao Mengmeng.

Song Weiyi went back in a low mood, and Zhao Mengmeng immediately saw that something was wrong.

"With a long face, could it be that you met someone you know outside?"

Little Tutu fell asleep after eating and drinking. Song Weiyi sat on Zhao Mengmeng's bedside, thinking that it was difficult for her to say such things during confinement, so she shook her head and denied it.

"That's weird, or is your son thinking about you in the United States so much that he can't eat? Are you going to fly back with all your heart?"

"No, Pei Yibai told me just now that the two brothers ate well and slept well, and they didn't miss me at all." Song Weiwei said with a bit of aggrieved mouth.

You know, when she was at home, she was the only one who surrounded her son all day long.

Now, it has become the least important.

Thinking of this, Song Weiyi was unhappy.

"So, you are unhappy because of this? Song Weiyi, are you bored?"

"Mengmeng, you don't feel pain in your back when you're standing and talking. If Tutu kisses my uncle in the future and doesn't treat you well, I'll see if you can talk about me so calmly."

These words hit back beautifully, because they touched Zhao Mengmeng's heart.

Isn't it because of this that she gave Tutu thousands of reprimands and ten thousand exhortations?

"I won't give Pei Chenyang this chance, just don't worry."

Song Weiyi just laughed at this.

I hope that in the future, Mengmeng, you can still be so determined.

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In the early morning of the next day, the people Qu Futian sent to deal with the taxes arrived, but the Qu family was suddenly surrounded by people.

Qu Xiaoxiao, who just got up and went downstairs, was frightened by a series of armed scenes.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Qu Futian, who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, also had an ugly expression on his face, and closed the newspaper with a snap.

"Mr. Qu, sorry to bother you, we have received a report that you evaded taxes and bribed officials, please come with us today."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't spread rumors about such unfounded things." Qu Tomita was furious.

The people who came today were from the police station, not from the tax bureau at all, which made Qu Futian feel uneasy.

"The evidence is all here, Mr. Qu might as well read it for himself."

As soon as Qu Futian spoke, a police officer threw a thick document onto the coffee table in front of him.