99 days of honey love, lover never expires

Chapter 9
Do you still want to ask her?
But thinking about it this way, Su Xiaoyan calmed down instead.

"mom."

Song Qingping, on the other hand, became nervous, her eyes fluttered, "What are you yelling?"

"I'm not your mother."

It seemed that she was afraid that outsiders would hear this woman call her mother.

Song Qingping, who was in a hurry to leave, was stopped by Su Xiaoyan.

Only at this time did she realize that her stepmother seemed to never want to call herself her mother every time she was in front of outsiders.

A trace of doubt flashed across Su Xiaoyan's eyes, but she didn't say it out.

Song Qingping was stopped, and she glared angrily, "What do you mean, woman?"

Listen, Su Xiaoyan was taken aback for a moment, and randomly took a look at the person in charge who followed her stepmother Song Qingping, and seemed to be surprised by all this.

The Song family has always had only one young master, Su Yimo.

It never came out either...

Afraid that this matter would be discovered, Song Qingping moved her feet and pushed her over with her hands.

Su Xiaoyan hides.

After entering the elevator, Song Qingping breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the elevator doors were about to close, Su Xiaoyan forced her way in.

Called her abruptly, "Mom."

Song Qingping ignored her.

The atmosphere in the elevator dropped to the lowest moment.

"I just want to know where my brother is now."

She already knew about Su Yimo's transfer, and she didn't want to worry about it any more. She still wanted to know where he is now.

But I didn't expect that Song Qingping didn't even want her to know this.

"Why should I tell you?"

Su Xiaoyan, who had expected such a long time ago, was not in a hurry, this matter could take its time, even if her stepmother Song Qingping always had this attitude.

"Mom, I'm your daughter."

Song Qingping sneered, "Daughter? Where did my daughter come from? I only gave birth to a son after I was pregnant in October. Where did my daughter come from?"

This bitch was just adopted by her husband from outside.

Really take yourself seriously.

Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoyan on this floor just wanted to ask his whereabouts from her stepmother.

But Song Qingping's mouth was tightly shut.

I had no choice but to continue to subdue.

"Mom, you can't say that. It's not clearly written in the account book. I'm your daughter."

Speaking of this, Song Qingping was still angry, "What's in the household registration book, you have never been listed in the Su family's household registration book."

I've never been listed in the Su family's account book?

Su Xiaoyan couldn't believe it, Su Yimo had been tossing a lot because of this, how could her own stepmother say such things now.

Feel something in here.

"Why don't you believe it?"

As if to prove her point, Song Qingping opened her bag, took out a household registration book from inside, opened it, and Su Xiaoyan who looked inside was not surprised at all.

Song Qingping sneered, "To tell you the truth, Su Xiaoyan, you have never been in this account book."

Speaking of this, Su Xiaoyan's eyes widened, how could it be possible that she had never been in this account book.

At the beginning, my elder brother Su Yimo spent a lot of money to erase himself from the account book of the Su family.

When Su Xiaoyan wanted to say something more.

The elevator door opened, Song Qingping raised her forehead, and walked out proudly as before.

Looking back, there was a trace of contempt in her eyes.

Su Xiaoyan wants to fight with me, but you are still too early.

—

Jiang Manman, who was holding a letter, glanced at the name on it.

"Xiaoyan, yours."

After receiving it and tearing it open, Su Xiaoyan's eyes were fixed on the letter.

A letter of entry notice from the front desk secretary at the headquarters of the HS International Building.

That day she obviously saw her stepmother Song Qingping again.

I have long put the matter of retesting behind my head.

What is going on with the entry notice letter of the front desk secretary of the HS International Building Headquarters in my hand?

Jiang Manman stretched out his head to look this way, and exclaimed happily, "Xiaoyan, congratulations!"

After vigorously rubbing the letter in her hand, Su Xiaoyan turned her head, revealing a not-so-ugly smile.

"Manman, thank you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the letter in her hand away.

Jiang Manman's gaze followed the letter, and when she looked at Su Xiaoyan again, she found that she had already entered the room.

After walking over, she picked up the letter that fell on the ground, flipped through it, and saw the name on it.

When Bo Feng said the three big names, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

Su Xiaoyan in the room hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask Bo Fengyan, and took out the mobile phone in her pocket.

Gently pressing the finger on it, a series of numbers were dialed out.

At this time, under the huge French windows, the man tugged at his tie, and pressed one hand on the huge glass surface. On his handsome face, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bo Fengyan, with his head down, held a photo tightly with his slender fingers.

He locked his brows tightly and turned his head slowly.

"Mr. Bo."

Female secretary Chen Anqi handed over a mobile phone.

After receiving it, Bo Fengyan glanced at the series of familiar numbers on it, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Su Xiaoyan really didn't expect you to call me on my own initiative."

On the other end of the phone, Su Xiaoyan was slightly taken aback, holding her fingers lightly, hesitating indescribably.

She wanted to ask him, why did he help himself?
When Su Xiaoyan saw that letter, the first possibility that Su Xiaoyan thought of was him.

Only Bo Fengyan, the owner of HS International Group, has this right.

But when the words came to her lips, after repeated hesitation, she blurted out and asked, "Why did you help me?"

"help you?"

Bo Fengyan walked to the desk on his slender thighs and supported it with his hands.

The whole person sat on the desk, tilted his head slightly, and smiled sarcastically, and when he tilted his head, he saw the display on the computer that was already turned on.

(End of this chapter)