Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 617: The Slut Has His Own Day to Receive 4
Mr. Song was taken aback for a moment, feeling a sense of regret in his heart...

How could he have forgotten that both An Xiaxia's biological mother and adoptive mother had already passed away...

But he was so angry. In his opinion, An Xiaxia and Yin Qinghan must have said something, and Yin Qinghan pushed Song Qingwan into the sea!
This is a matter of life and death!

"Xiaxia..." Mr. Song sighed, "You confess, as long as you sincerely apologize to Qingwan, I can forgive you."

An Xiaxia was almost shocked by his aura of the Virgin. How could she be asked to apologize like this?
"I'm right, why should I apologize?"

Mr. Song's eyes were stained with anger: "How could you... you!"

An Xiaxia held up her skirt, she really didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so she planned to leave.

"Stop!" Mr. Song yelled.

An Xiaxia couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, and walked towards Mr. Song step by step.

There was a desk between the two of them, and she slapped the desk vigorously: "You are endless! Do you have persecution paranoia! It is your daughter who is against me! I didn't do anything, and I have to take the blame? Is there someone on the yacht? Surveillance? Can you check the surveillance first, find out the truth before questioning?!"

Mr. Song has dominated the business world for many years, no one would dare to be presumptuous in front of him, An Xiaxia's outburst of temper made him confused.

An Xiaxia puffed her cheeks angrily, and suddenly there were two clicks in the room.

She looked at the table in horror. Could it be that she had cultivated into an iron sand palm and smashed the table?

Oh my God!This table is very expensive at first glance... Can she afford to pay TT.

However, the scene in front of her shocked her.

It wasn't that the table was broken, but...she touched the mechanism on the table, and the transparent glass window was replaced by a falling painting.

The exquisite oil painting is almost comparable to a photo. It depicts a classical and gentle woman with a bright and moving smile. The beauty is thrilling.

What's even more frightening is that she actually looks a lot like her...

Fuck!Is Mr. Song a pervert?How could there be a picture of her? !
An Xiaxia wanted to curse, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them abruptly!
No...the person in the painting is not her, but Zhong Le...

It's her mother...

But why, Mr. Song has a portrait of her mother?Still in such a hidden place?

Could it be that Mr. Song is not looking at the sea on weekdays, but is actually looking at this painting?

Thinking of this, An Xiaxia only felt creepy and disgusted for no reason.

"You... Why do you have a portrait of my mother?" An Xiaxia asked with difficulty, Mr. Song's face changed drastically, and he pressed the mechanism on the table again to raise the portrait.

He pressed the landline on the table: "Come here!"

After a while, several bodyguards in black suits rushed in and called him respectfully, "Mr. Song!"

"Take her out!" Mr. Song lost his usual demeanor and roughly asked the bodyguards to take An Xiaxia away.

An Xiaxia wanted to ask again, but someone covered her mouth, so she could only widen her eyes, watching Mr. Song get further and further away from her...
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If this happened, Song Qingwan's birthday party was ruined. When An Xiaxia was taken out by the bodyguards, many guests had already left.

Yin Ruge rushed up to meet her: "Hey, what's going on! Let her go!"

The bodyguards let go of their hands, An Xiaxia's face was so ugly that she grabbed Yin Ruge: "Sister Ruge, give me my mobile phone...I want to call my brother..."

(End of this chapter)