Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Song Qiaoqiao glanced at the pedestrians coming and going, and she whispered back in a low voice: "Naturally, it was for her to untie the peace. You know, Lan Xiao has a boyfriend, and she again If you don’t like the breeze, you really don’t have to be hostile to her... It might be good for you to let him die as soon as possible."

Jiang Qingyun heard Song Qiaoqiao say this, she couldn't help feeling a little compassionate.

She felt that what Song Qiaoqiao said seemed to make sense.

It's just that Song Hefeng is hot. If this Lan Xiao can make him die, then she can also take advantage of Song Hefeng's injury and get in.

Jiang Qingyun thought, his eyes lit up.

"Well, Qiaoqiao, I will believe you again for the time being."

Song Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at her.

After that, Jiang Qingyun particularly actively cooperated with Song Qiaoqiao.

She led the way, avoiding Mrs. Song’s eyes and ears, covering Song Qiaoqiao and Lan Xiao, and walking towards Song Hefeng’s room.

After Jiang Qingyun walked ahead, Song Qiaoqiao was a few steps behind and walked side by side with Lan Xiao.

She looked at Jiang Qingyun's back and approached Lan Xiao's ear.

"This is the daughter of the second master of the Jiang family. The eldest lady once mentioned that He Feng should be engaged to her in the future. Unfortunately, He Feng has always disagreed... Mrs. Song can't use tough methods to force him, so Jiang Qingyun and He Feng, She has been getting along with each other in an unclear relationship. In Qingyun's heart, perhaps she has long regarded Hefeng as her future husband... Therefore, she is so angry and irritable when she knows about you. In fact, she is a good person in her own right."

Lan Xiao raised her eyebrows and sneered to herself.

She didn't think Jiang Qingyun was good, but instead felt that this woman was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Song Qiaoqiao was not her opponent at all.

Song Qiaoqiao is innocent and simple, and it's easy to look at people, so she won't pierce the thin paper.

A few people soon came to the room where Song Hefeng lived.

Song Hefeng’s room is on the third floor of the villa.

Almost all the rooms on this floor are occupied by him.

His room is very large, a hundred square meters.

It can be seen that the people of the Song family love and indulge the young master very much.

Compared with this young master, Song Qiaoqiao is estimated to be a world.

Song Qiaoqiao stepped forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Gentle..."

No sound came from the door, Song Qiaoqiao had no choice but to reach out and push the door open.

The decoration of the room is very extravagant.

Resplendent and magnificent, Lan Xiao glanced at it and felt a little dizzy.

The furnishings and furniture here, without exception, are all decorated in yellow.

This kind of yellow, or that kind of dazzling, golden yellow.

The walls are shining gold, and the sofa, coffee table, wardrobe and window are all yellow.

The whole body is yellow, and the room is full of yellow, giving a strong visual impact.

Lan Xiao was speechless, what kind of aesthetic is this?

Forgive her for her superficiality, she really didn't think this would show noble luxury.

Song Hefeng closed his eyes, lying pale on the pale yellow bed——

The breath of the whole person seems to be really haggard to the extreme.

He is not alone in this room.

There is a lady with a brand-name suit and strong aura, holding a tissue, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes sentimentally.

It seemed that he was trying to persuade him to get up and eat.

Unexpectedly, Song Hefeng ignored her at all and didn't open his eyes.

The lady saw that the door was pushed open, she turned to look at the door.

When she saw Song Qiaoqiao, a sharp cold light flashed across her eyes.

"Go out... don't come in to disturb the wind."

Song Qiaoqiao's body shuddered immediately.

Her fingers grabbed the hem of her clothes, and replied cautiously: "Mother... mother, I brought Hefeng's classmates. Hefeng hasn't gone to school for a few days, and his classmate said, I have something to talk to him about, I... I was good at advocating and brought his classmates."

This lady is no one else, she is the eldest lady of the Song family and Song Hefeng's mother Li Hongxia.

Madam Song's eyes were full of displeased, she seemed to suppress her temper.

She said in a low voice: "You haven't seen Hefeng and can't get out of bed anymore? He doesn't have the energy to meet guests, so let his classmate go."

At the end of the day, for so many years, how many people rely on the relationship of Song Hefeng, and want to enter the Song family.

She had seen too much, so Mrs. Song didn't even bother to let the so-called classmate in.

Especially, when she saw Lan Xiao's beautiful and excessive face, she was even more unhappy.

"Let her go quickly, don't stimulate the gentle breeze anymore."

Song Qiaoqiao hesitated, biting her lips, she tried to shout Song Hefeng.

"Third brother... I think you should want to see this classmate. Would you like to open your eyes and see?"

Song Hefeng's brows frowned slightly, he didn't want to see anyone now, he was completely unlovable.

He pulled the quilt and covered his head impatiently.

"No, I don't see anyone, you all go out, all out, don't stay here to trouble me."

Mrs. Song's expression became more cold, she stood up and walked to the door step by step.

Looking condescendingly at Song Qiaoqiao: "Have you heard what He Feng said? Don't you go away with this so-called classmate?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Qiaoqiao's face, and she was about to cry anxiously with glittering tears in her eyes.

Jiang Qingyun looked at the atmosphere a little stiff, she didn't want to offend Mrs. Song, so she didn't say anything too much, just silent.

When Mrs. Song saw Song Qiaoqiao still not taking anyone away, she snorted coldly.

"Why, don't you listen to what my mother is saying now? Could it be that my wings have become harder when I grow up? Oh...that's right, some time ago, it was not because I refused to get engaged and had a temper with us. Is the hunger strike coming? I really suspect that He Feng is doing this now because of your influence. Your sister taught him badly."

Song Qiaoqiao lowered his eyes and shook his head quickly and replied: "Mother is not like this, I did not listen to you..."

"Heh, why don't you take this woman away? I'm already annoyed enough in my heart, can you not trouble me all day long, annoy me?" Madam Song scolded, her voice a bit sharp and mean.

Song Qiaoqiao was about to cry when she was wronged. She took Lan Xiao's hand and said in a low voice.

"Lan Xiao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have got you involved, I'll send you back..."

Unexpectedly, Song Hefeng, who was originally lying on the bed and wrapped in a quilt, clearly heard Song Qiaoqiao call out the name Lan Xiao.

His body trembled and his head was almost blank.

Lan Xiao?

Which Lan Xiao?

Seeing Mrs. Song's aggressiveness, and seeing Song Qiaoqiao's acrimonious appearance, Lan Xiao suspected that this was Song Qiaoqiao's stepmother.