Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

  Chapter 85 Mo Yinhe: Gossip about wanting to explode 4

  Song Tengfei didn't dare to take any risks.

   This cheap daughter is the Song family's last hope for redemption. If she also offends Mo Yinhe, then the Song family will be completely ruined.

  Song Tengfei was afraid that his daughter would not know what to do, so he repeatedly told her: "Your aunt is responsible for this matter. If it really gets to that point, I will definitely not be able to keep her!"

  Brother-sister love is as light as thin paper in front of money and wealth. Si Mingjing sneered, feeling sad for Song Pianlan.

   "Dad, do you really need me to take action? I treated Mo Yinhe, and now he thinks highly of me..."

   "I don't need it if I say no!" Song Tengfei hung up the phone.

Seeing the cut off phone, Si Mingjing couldn't help laughing: "It seems that she is a good father who really values ​​money and wealth more than anything else. Song Pianlan is going to suffer this time. What is she doing?" Not good, but stealing Xiaobai’s mother’s bracelet and trying to put the blame on her is really self-defeating.”

  The small goal she set for herself is to kill Song Pianlan within a month. It seems that she overestimated Song Pianlan.

  However, she seemed to hear from a guest last night that her mother, Si Yao, knew Xiaobai's mother?

After walking out of the bathroom, Si Mingjing took the elevator with Mo Yinhe to the underground parking lot. After getting in the car, she did not look out of the window, but took the initiative to provoke the topic: "Mr. Mo, my mother Si Yao, and Did you know your wife, Miss Bai, before? Are they familiar?"

   "Not very familiar."

  However, Mo Yinhe rested his chin, and Si Yao got in touch with the baby two months before she left. At that time, the baby seemed to have made new friends, and went out to drink afternoon tea with Si Yao every now and then.

  At that time, he was seriously injured and lay in the hospital every day, but the baby was still in the mood to invite new friends out for afternoon tea?

  Mo Yinhe's gloomy eyes deepened a little. Could it be that she didn't just go out for afternoon tea?

  Mo Yinhe's complicated eyes fell on Si Mingjing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking deeply, what does this have to do with her being Si Yao's daughter now?

  Si Mingjing's scalp was numb from Mo Yinhe's gaze, and he looked away and said, "Oh."

   She felt that the scenery outside the window was the best.

Feng Jue, the chief guard sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Your Excellency, two months before the Crown Princess left, she liked being with Miss Si's mother very much. Even Mr. Song was introduced to the Crown Princess by Si Yao at that time. Otherwise, Mr. Song was not very famous at that time, so he was not qualified to treat you."

  Master Song became famous only after treating Mo Yinhe.

  A doctor who can treat Mo Yinhe can be directly understood as an imperial doctor in ancient times.

  People have the mentality of following suit, thinking that even Mo Yinhe invited Mr. Song to see a doctor, so Mr. Song must be very powerful.

  Later, many people in the wealthy circle invited Mr. Song to see a doctor, and Mr. Song was indeed very capable, as long as he could cure all the diseases he handled, his reputation became more and more famous.

  Now, many people are proud of being able to invite Mr. Song to see a doctor, and even praise Mr. Song to the height of a master of Chinese medicine.

Feng Jue said: "Unexpectedly, at that time, Song Pianlan, the granddaughter of Mr. Song, would dare to steal the crown princess's bracelet, which is the crown princess's favorite bracelet. It was your birthday present for the crown princess, and others also deserve it? "

  Si Mingjing thought in his heart: Her mother is so stupid!

   Made a wedding dress for others, but died in a foreign land.

  Just as she was thinking, someone grabbed her wrist suddenly. Si Mingjing lowered his head and saw Mo Yinhe was putting the bracelet on her wrist.

  Feng Jue who wanted to continue to say something in front of him, his voice faltered: "Uh..."

   Feng Jue: Sir, I don’t know you anymore.

   Mo Yinhe: I need you to know? As long as readers know me, please vote for me~

  (end of this chapter)