Sister Bei is poisonous

Chapter 225 Let You See How I Write
Song Xiaojun's father cried on the phone: "The factory here was canceled by customers overnight. A lot of products have been made, and they can only be piled up in the warehouse. The warehouse is full, and even the workshop is piled up. The cost cannot be recovered, and now the raw material supplier is calling for debts.

This morning, the market supervision and management personnel sealed up the factory again on the grounds of potential safety hazards, not only fined them but also ordered rectification...

This is to drive the Song family to a dead end!
I have looked for countless people in Beidu, and I don't know who she offended, if I know, there may be a place to make an apology, maybe I can save it..."

Xu Xilin frowned when he heard this.

I thought I could find some clues, but the other party directly pressed the Song family to death without even showing their face.

Those who come forward to handle affairs are very strict with their mouths and don't reveal anything.

Father Song didn't know who Song Xiaojun had offended!
"Premeditated...intentional murder?" Xu Xilin's mind boomed, and after he calmed down, he immediately thought of Meng Xiaobei's being hit by a car yesterday.

In addition to Li Bohao and Captain Zheng, these people seem to have a close relationship with Meng Xiaobei.

A logical line formed in his mind instantly.

"Based on what you're saying, I probably understand what's going on," Xu Xilin stood up from the sofa with a dark tone, "I know who she offended."

Xu Xilin took the phone and briefly told Father Song about Meng Xiaobei.

Then I hung up the phone, turned around and told Mama Lin who was standing in the corner of the living room: "Go and call Madam down."

"Yes." Seeing Xu Xilin's solemn expression, Mama Lin hurriedly went upstairs to call Zhao Minzhi.

When Zhao Minzhi went downstairs, she just received a call from Song Xiaojun's father.

As Xu Xilin's second wife, Song's father didn't have any hatred for Zhao Minzhi, but he didn't like her very much either, so he could barely speak.

This time, because of Song Xiaojun's affairs, Song's father lowered his figure and tried his best to flatter and flatter him on the phone, which made Zhao Minzhi feel a little dazed.

In fact, the relationship between Zhao Minzhi and the Song family is very awkward, but because of Xu Jiayin's going to Beijing to learn piano, Zhao Minzhi has also gotten closer to the Song family in the northern capital in recent months.

Xu Jiayin has almost no relatives and friends in the northern capital, mostly relying on the relationship of the Song family.

If it was before, Zhao Minzhi didn't even dare to think about it, the Song family would beg him, how could he have expected it to be so strange today, Song's father treated her so humblely on the phone.

She couldn't help but sigh, and finished answering the phone with emotion.

Then she asked Lin's mother to go upstairs to help her fetch her small bag, and raised her eyebrows at Xu Xilin: "Let's go and find Xiaobei."

On the other side, after Song Xiaojun was taken away, he was locked in an empty room.

Song Xiaojun sat on a stool in the room, waiting for someone to come in. She thought that the other party would definitely interrogate her or torture her.

She secretly gritted her teeth and made mental preparations. No matter what method the other party used, she would never admit to death anyway.

However, she waited for a long time, but there was nothing, neither interrogation nor torture, not even a single person came in.

Throughout the afternoon, only in the evening, a boxed lunch was handed in through the small window on the door.

Song Xiaojun was taken away very suddenly. When several bodyguards escorted her, she only had time to grab her mobile phone. When she arrived at this place, all her belongings were confiscated, so she is now completely isolated from the outside world.

The light in the room was extremely dark, there were no windows, and the surroundings were empty. She didn't even know how much time had passed, couldn't distinguish day from night, and didn't know if she had missed the college entrance examination.

She has always been very deep in the city, and now she is beginning to lose her composure, waving her hands and knocking on the door, yelling to sue them.

However, no one paid attention to her.

It wasn't until she shouted hoarsely that she collapsed on the ground limply that someone came in and took her to the interrogation room.

There is a table in the middle of the inquiry room, a few chairs behind it, and a stool on the opposite side of the table.

As soon as Song Xiaojun entered, he saw Meng Xiaobei sitting behind the table.

"Why are you? Why are you here?" She opened her mouth and couldn't believe her eyes.

Sweeping her eyes over Meng Xiaobei, she saw the other's right hand wrapped in plaster and bandaged on the back, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

This was the only thing that could cheer her up after being locked up for so long. It seemed that Meng Xiaobei really couldn't take the college entrance examination.

"What's wrong with you? Or is there some great enmity? It's worth your effort to find someone to attack me." Meng Xiaobei held a pen in his left hand and played casually in the notebook.

She crossed Erlang's legs and leaned back on the back of the chair, squinting her eyes and looking at Song Xiaojun, her icy tone revealed a breathtaking chill.

Song Xiaojun paused, recovered from his astonishment, and sat on the stool opposite Meng Xiaobei, pretending to be innocent: "What do you mean, I don't understand what you said."

Meng Xiaobei tilted her head and chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

She straightened up from the back of the chair, held the pen with her left hand in front of her, and began to write in the note pad.

Meng Xiaobei stared at the pen and paper in his hand, motivating his thoughts, looking very focused, writing with smooth brushwork, and quickly wrote a line of words on the notebook for taking notes.

Song Xiaojun stared at her writing in a daze, her neck stretched forward stiffly, and then she looked at the line of words written by Meng Xiaobei, she was dumbfounded and shocked beyond measure.

She and Meng Xiaobei have been in the same school in No. [-] Middle School for so long, and they have paid a lot of attention to and understood her both openly and secretly. They have never heard that Meng Xiaobei can write with his left hand.

But now she sees with her own eyes
She looked at the handwriting written by Meng Xiaobei, and she could tell from the opposite direction: the handwriting is neat, soft and soft, and stretches naturally, which cannot be practiced temporarily or in a short time.

Song Xiaojun suddenly stood up from the stool, his whole body froze, like a sculpture.

Meng Xiaobei glanced at her, raised her hideously beautiful face, and smiled slightly: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I can write with my left hand."

Then he held the pen and played with it in his hand, and finally pulled out a foot from the shoe to put it on the table, clamped the pen with his toes, fell back on the chair, and continued to write in the notebook in an extremely stretched posture. "I can still write with my feet, do you want to see it?"

Meng Xiaobei used her thoughts to easily control the pen. She really wrote like a god, and the words in the pen flowed freely with her consciousness.

Song Xiaojun looked dumbfounded.

"You think that you can prevent me from taking the college entrance examination through your deliberate calculations, and tell you that I can write even if I don't need anything, believe it or not!"

Meng Xiaobei's words were like a thunderclap that made her head buzz, Song Xiaojun only felt his eyes go dark, his legs went limp and he almost collapsed!
(End of this chapter)