Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

President Office.

Wen Zhaoning was still attending the event and didn't come back. He Meixin sat on the sofa in the hall and waited uneasily.

It was hard to wait until the evening before Wen Zhaoning came.

"Sister!" He Meixin stood up, tears wet her eyes, "you're finally back!"

Wen Zhaoning was startled when he saw her. He stepped forward quickly and held her arms. "What happened? How did you cry like this?"

"Sister, you must save Zhenxiong. Anyway, he is your brother-in-law."

Wen Zhaoning heard in the clouds, "what's the matter with Zhenxiong?"

"He... He was beaten in prison. When I went to visit the prison with Qinghuan today, I saw that he was covered with blood and couldn't stand by himself. It was two prison guards who helped him up. "

He Mei flustered and grabbed Wen Zhaoning's hand. "Sister, you save Zhenxiong. If he is beaten like this again, his life will be lost... Mu Jingxi is too rampant. He is careless about human life!"

"Wait, what does this have to do with Jingxi?" Wen Zhaoning took he Meixin to sit down and let her speak slowly.

He Meixin sobbed, "Mu Jingxi is taking revenge on me and Qinghuan. He deliberately asked us to visit the prison the day before, and the next day, he asked us to see Zhenxiong beaten... He is killing his heart!"

"Are you sure?" Wen Zhaoning couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

"The guards of Mu's family came to pick us up to visit the prison in person. Is there any fake?"

If what she said is true, Mu Jingxi would be too much.

"Don't worry, if what you said is true, I will get justice for you."

Mu Jingxi was not surprised when he received a call from Wen Zhaoning.

This is the style of he Meixin. She will only ask the president's wife to stand out for her.

"Aunt, it's complicated. Let me tell you face to face."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Jingxi glanced at Joan, who was carrying the soup bowl and blowing gently. With a sigh, he raised his hand and rubbed her head. "Sorry, I can't have dinner with you."

"Why?"

"My aunt wants to see me. I have to go to the presidential palace."

"Now?"

"Yes." Mu Jingxi's eyes are familiar. He Meixin must still be in the presidential palace.

Well, then confront them face to face in front of your aunt.

Little glutinous rice raised his head and asked, "uncle, is the presidential palace fun?"

The tip of the eyebrow was slightly picked. Mu Jingxi wiped the oil stains on the corners of her mouth with her finger abdomen. "It's OK. Does little glutinous rice want to go?"

"A little bit."

"Well, next time my uncle will take you to play."

"OK!"

To the presidential palace.

It happened to be dinner time. He Meixin was not in the mood for dinner and waited anxiously for mu Jingxi to come.

When Mu Jingxi came, Wen Zhaoning was persuading he Meixin to drink some soup. She repeatedly refused, saying she had no appetite.

"Aunt."

Looking up, Wen Zhaoning smiled softly, "Jingxi, you're coming. Let's have dinner together. "

"No." Mu Jingxi raised his hand and looked at his watch. "If your aunt wants to ask me anything, just ask."

His straightforward opening made Wen Zhaoning retreat. Finally, he could only sigh, "Jingxi, did you ask someone to do the beating of Zhenxiong?"

"Yes." The man's voice was low and frank.

Wen Zhaoning thought there must be some misunderstanding. Unexpectedly, he admitted it so easily.

For a time, some don't know what to do.

"Aunt, don't you want to know why I did this?"