Jin Shao is my white moonlight

Chapter 1200 How could you be treated as a pawn?
"You came just in time, I was just going to find you." Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned over to pour a glass of water for Song Jiamin, and said lightly.

Song Jiamin swallowed the words that came to his lips, changed the subject, frowned, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Is it a cute thing?

Song Jiamin couldn't help but leaned forward slightly, tightened her hand holding the cup, and looked nervously at the man in front of her.

"It's about Meili and Dongchen's marriage. I've already asked people to start preparing."

As soon as Mr. Huo's words fell, the light in Song Jiamin's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he just responded lightly.

"That's really troublesome for you. This beautiful child is just a little worrying." Song Jiamin said lightly after a moment of surprise, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Suspiciously raised his eyes and glanced at Song Jiamin, Mr. Huo's dark eyes flashed an inexplicable light, "You don't have to worry, Dongchen will know how to cherish everything with me."

"Well, with you here, I really feel relieved." Song Jiamin bent her lips and nodded slightly.

"Is there anything else I can do for my mother-in-law's visit? We will soon become a family, and we don't need to be so restrained."

Compared to Song Jiamin's hesitation to speak, Mr. Huo leaned slightly on the sofa and asked straight to the point.

Hearing this, Song Jiamin smiled wryly, and sighed slightly, "I want to ask Mengmeng..."

Have you ever come to see you? Just as he was hesitating whether to say these words, he heard the old man of the Huo family sigh.

"To tell you the truth, I miss that girl a lot too." Mr. Huo said helplessly, his eyes were suddenly stained with sadness.

Thinking of the previous bits and pieces, Mr. Huo's firm choice of daughter-in-law is just a trick of luck.

Song Jiamin's fingers holding the cup tightened and loosened, and a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes. It turned out that he didn't know that Mengmeng was still alive.

"If it's not because of Dongchen, hey, forget it, don't say much, no matter how much you say, that girl Mengmeng won't be able to come back." Mr. Huo sighed deeply, and murmured sadly.

Hearing this, Song Jiamin just glanced at Mr. Huo lightly, her brows were slightly frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

According to the old man's feelings for Mengmeng, he probably didn't know that Mengmeng was still alive.

Did Meili go to Huo's house and didn't tell Mr. Huo that Mengmeng was still alive?

Song Jiamin fell into deep thought immediately, sat on the sofa frowning, and didn't say anything more.

A brief silence.

Mr. Huo looked up at the thoughtful Song Jiamin, raised his slightly aged brows, "Mother-in-law, don't be sad, but fortunately, Meili is going to marry Dongchen soon, so it's a big deal. Let’s stop thinking about those sad things.”

Song Jiamin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Since you have made an agreement with Dongchen and the others, then I won't bother you anymore. I still have some things at home, so I'll go back first."

Since you can't ask about Mengmeng's news here, you can only go back first to see if you can get something out of Meili's mouth.

"Okay, then, I'll ask the driver to take you back." Mr. Huo got up and responded lightly.

"Don't bother, I have to go to other places, so don't bother." Song Jiamin shook his head and said with a light smile.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mr. Huo's response, Song Jiamin turned and left.

Not far from the hospital, Song Jiamin heard the phone in the bag ringing.

Opening the bag and seeing the number jumping on the phone screen, Song Jiamin quickly found a quieter place and pressed the answer button.

"Mom, I'm not going back tonight." Bai Meili's slightly clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, okay, I see." Song Jiamin frowned and responded lightly.

"By the way, Mom, I have to lose weight recently so that I can wear the wedding dress. I don't want to be on stage on the wedding day with a bloated body. It's too embarrassing." Bai Meili muttered slightly dissatisfied.

Song Jiamin frowned, hesitated to speak, and sighed slightly, "Isn't it good that you are doing this now? Stop messing around."

"How can it be called nonsense? This is a major event in my life. It must be perfect without any flaws." Bai Meili emphasized with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, do whatever you want, mom can't control you." Song Jiamin couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness on her lips, and shook her head gently.

"Well, it's nothing, I'll hang up first."

"Beautiful, wait..." Song Jiamin shouted anxiously, pursing her lips, looking a little helpless.

Bai Meili's hand that was about to hang up paused slightly, she frowned, and doubts flashed across her brows, "What else is there?"

"Well, beautiful, can you tell Mom, Mengmeng..."

Song Jiamin had just started talking when she heard Bai Meili's slightly deep voice from the other end of the phone.

"Mom..." Bai Meili on the other end of the phone turned gloomy when she heard the words, and said coldly, "Can you stop mentioning that woman when I'm happy."

What a disappointment.

Song Jiamin bit her lower lip tightly, knowing that the two of them were not getting along, but she really wanted to go and see Mengmeng, to see if she was doing well, that's all.

"Beautiful, even if mom begs you." Song Jiamin begged.

"Mom, do you only have Bai Mengmeng in your eyes? Then what am I? A pawn to climb up to the Huo family?" Bai Meili sneered and said in a deep voice.

Song Jiamin was slightly taken aback, with a flash of pain in his eyes, and hurriedly explained: "How can you say that? You and Mengmeng are both meat that fell from your mother. How could you be regarded as a pawn?"

"Since that's the case, don't ask about Bai Mengmeng's whereabouts anymore. Remember, you only have my daughter by your side, named Bai Meili."

As soon as the voice finished, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone. Obviously, Bai Meili hung up the phone.

Song Jiamin stared blankly at the blacked-out phone screen, sighed slightly, and put the phone back into the backpack.

Faint clouds, like pieces of pure white feathers, float gently in the air.

Song Qingfeng sat behind the huge desk, holding a book in his hands, and looked at the book in his hands with deep eyes.

For a long time, the book in Song Qingfeng's hands did not turn a page, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Suddenly, a slight knock on the door came in, breaking the tranquility of the room.

Song Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly, "Come in." He put the book aside, and put his hands on the table.

Lord pushed the door open with a folder in his hand and walked in.

(End of this chapter)