After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

Chapter 149 Chapter 149 Incident Resolution
As people from all walks of life participated in the discussion, Wen Suowei suddenly became the object of sympathy for everyone.

Although some people wanted to refute that Wen Suowei was putting on a show, all the evidence was available, and the finger was pointed at the person who first released the evidence.

Seeing the scolding in her comment area, Shanshui Zhiyao gritted her teeth and sold the person who broke the news.

Shanshui Zhiyao: All the evidence in my hand was sent to me by @居家的小猫球, I don’t know how these evidences came from, it’s about my sister and I sent it without thinking.I'm really sorry for the wrong evidence!

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

The netizen smelled it and ran to the homepage of Xiaomaoqiu. Even though the account had been canceled, they still found useful information.

Behind the little fur ball at home is Times Guanghua, an entertainment company invested by the Qin family.

Song Mo watched the reversal of public opinion this afternoon and smiled slightly.

Xu Piao tried to drive Song Rongjing out of power through the Qin family, but she turned the fire back to the Qin family.Although it is not enough to cause trouble to a large imperial family, it is more than enough to interfere with Xu Piao's relationship with the Qin family.

As for Song Rongjing's side, with his ability, he can solve the problem very quickly.

Song Rongjing went back to Song's house and took Wei Yixin out.

"where are we going?"

"Go to that tailor." Song Rong opened the navigation, "Where is that shop?"

Hearing Song Rongjing's words, Wei Yixin suddenly became nervous, "I, I have nothing to do with the senior!"

She was afraid that now Song Rongjing would feel that Yilu pulled out a hatchet from the car and chopped off the senior. It was pitiful enough that the senior was plagiarized and delayed.

"I know." Song Rongjing was speechless, "I wouldn't bother him just because of such gossip. I might as well read the report if I have the time."

Wei Yixin fell silent.

Compared with her senior, her fiancé is a straight man of steel with a different style.

If it weren't for the family marriage, I'm afraid I wouldn't have planned to ask for a wife in this life, right?
Today is a dead chat.

When we arrived at the place, we found that there were many reporters piled up in front of the store. They didn't dare to come to the Song family, so they all came to this small place to block people.

"With so many reporters, do we really want to go in?" Wei Yixin pinched her fingers, a little nervous.

With so many reporters in front, if one is not good, it will only harm the senior and the Song family.

Song Rongjing said calmly, "Don't be nervous, just give me your hand, and just lean on me later."

The moment she touched his hand, Wei Yixin felt that this workaholic seemed not bad.

The two pushed through the crowd and walked to the front of the store.

"Mr. Song is here." Fang Xing opened the store door and welcomed the two of them in.

A few reporters with malicious intentions outside the door also wanted to follow in, but Fang Xing closed the door very quickly, and the person who rushed to the front almost got caught.

A few reporters could only watch the situation in the store through the window.

The three protagonists of the incident were all present, and if there was a commotion, they wouldn't have to worry about breaking the news for a week.

Du Wentao took the wrapped clothes just now and handed them over.

"Senior, how is your design drawing going?"

Du Wentao turned to look for it, "I'll show it to you."

Only two.

But these two small sheets of paper are much better than two hundred sheets.

"The two skirts I designed, one black and one white, I named them 'Day and Night'." He introduced.

The black skirt is embellished with gold threads and metals to embellish the moon and stars, and the fabric is also made of gauze with fine glitter.

On the white skirt, the sun and the sundial are outlined with gold lines, almost perfectly expressing the sacredness of white.

"That's right, is your store short of investors?" Song Rongjing felt that this tailor was quite talented.

Du Wentao pointed the way, "Discuss investment and find the boss, there."

Song Rongjing followed his finger and was slightly taken aback.

He saw that Fang Xing's face was familiar.

Three years ago, he went to Teikyo University with his professor to attend a seminar. When he was shopping in a convenience store on the way, he met a small clerk who pointed to the place before he asked for directions.

The person in front of me is very similar to the boy with red pigtails and glasses, but the clerk's face looks immature, and he probably hasn't graduated from college yet, but the person in front of him...

Song Rongjing couldn't help asking, "Have we met before?"

"I probably haven't seen it before." Fang Xing yawned, "I've got the things, I've seen the design, I can go."

Song Rongjing brought his fiancée here today just to find a natural reason to dispel the rumors, staying longer will only help the reporter create more talk.

And if his small shop is targeted by reporters, he will be in trouble.

"Then, what a bother."

Song Rongjing bid farewell and left with Wei Yixin.

Those journalists who watched the excitement just entered the door to say hello to the two of them, and then left after taking their things. They immediately felt the smell.

Isn't this a simple relationship between the customer and the boss?Who is so idle, to pull out such a piece of gossip, let them draw water from a bamboo basket in vain.

A group of reporters greeted the [-]th generation of the ancestor who broke the news a hundred times in their hearts, and returned angrily.

After returning to the car, Wei Yixin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where are we going next?"

"Go pick up Momo, and then go to the hospital." Song Rongjing planned and sent a message to his mother.

Xu Piao fell down the stairs and got a piece of glass on his leg. He should have been admitted to the hospital by now.

After Song Mo handed over the follow-up work to the agent, he enjoyed the staff afternoon tea served by Sister Tian.

Boyu's employees are treated really well.

After eating something, she went downstairs and got into Song Rongjing's car.

"Little mother is in the hospital?" She was a little surprised.

She really didn't expect that the message she sent could scare Xu Piao so badly that he fell into the hospital.

It seems that Ms. Xu's past is indeed worth exploring.

"Yes, I accidentally fell down the stairs and got a piece of glass on my leg. I heard from the doctor that even if he recovers, his walking will be affected." Song Rongjing explained the situation.

The three of them bought flowers and fruits halfway, and then arrived at the hospital.

Xu Piao's leg had already been bandaged, and she was lying on the hospital bed, looking sickly.

Song Qing smiled and sat beside her.

"You're here." Xu Piao put on a smiling face.

Song Qing sneered, "Come and see your joke."

"Joke? What's the joke?"

"Are you familiar with the inpatient ward of this hospital? 18 years ago you came to this hospital to visit Sister Guanyun, and 18 years later, you lived here." Song Qing slowly told the story.

She spoke in a low voice, but the three people who came to visit outside the door happened to hear her.

Song Mo wanted to stick his ear to it.

"Yes, I went to visit Mrs. Xian 18 years ago, and now it's your turn to visit me." Xu Piao remained calm.

"I really want to know, what do you mean by those words you said to Sister Guanyun back then?" Song Qing said coldly.

18 years ago.

Song Mo was only a month old, and disappeared after Mrs. Song took a nap one day.

(End of this chapter)