In the blink of an eye, the man also felt the burning expectant gaze, and he just raised his head and met Song Ci's innocent and joyful eyes.

Song Ci waved to Huo Muchen, his joy beyond words, as if he had seen his whole world.

At this time, her eyes could only hold Huo Muchen, he was her world!

Huo Muchen raised his tense chin slightly, looked at her with dark and sharp eyes, his pupils were half-narrowed, and his unruly eyebrows exuded a dangerous aura.

Through the window, Song Ci could feel his eyes climbing up and down her body, wrapping around her neck, teasing her little by little until her cheeks were hot and her whole body was heating up. She felt that her throat was being touched and pressed by a big hot hand.

Her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe.

She shouted softly: "Huo Muchen, do you think we are stealing love?"

Huo Muchen smiled, with an unpredictable look in his eyes, and stretched out his hands: "How about you jump down and see if I can catch you?"

His gaze was so naked that Song Ci couldn't bear it.

She covered her face and yelled at Huo Muchen: "I don't want it, I still have something to take away, husband, you must make the decision!"

I've been wronged, I've been bullied terribly, you have to avenge me."

Song Ci gave her husband one wink after another, and then disappeared out of the window.

Huo Muchen's indifferent expression was so teased by Song Ci that he finally stopped motionless and remained calm. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he mouthed to Song Ci: "Come down, my husband will make the decision for you."

Song Ci understood. She took a deep breath, held her mouth shut, and her eye circles were a little red: "Can you catch me? What if I fall to death and someone else gives you a little wife?"

Huo Muchen felt that Song Ci deserved a beating, so he frowned and spoke as if he was biting Song Ci: "No, I will only have you for the rest of my life."

Song Ci's eyes were filled with tears. He suddenly turned his back to the balcony and wiped away his tears with his fingers: "It's so annoying. It always makes me cry."

Immediately, she turned to Huo Muchen, making a heart-grabbing gesture towards Huo Muchen, and spoke very fast, as if deliberately not letting him understand: "Huo Muchen, I will love you very much, and I will never let them in."

I will bring harm to you in this life."

Immediately, he closed the window.

She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but in the memory of her previous life, the project that Song Yuancheng hinted at her husband when he came to her house last time was a trap, and it was a huge trap.

Song Yuancheng used Tangcheng as his name and siphoned off Huo Muchen's funds, almost ruining Huo Muchen's reputation in Huacheng!

Afterwards, Song Yuncheng asked her to beg for help and took the whole blame.

Later, he even thought about cooperating with the e-star project, which simply screwed Huo Mu to his core.

She clenched her fists and her brows suddenly turned cold.

Song Yanran leaving the M&R Group was just her first step. What she wanted was that the Song family would never pose any threat to Huo Muchen.

Huo Muchen should have been a man at the top of the pyramid, and he shouldn't have been implicated because of her!

Song Ci took a deep breath and opened the door. There was no one in the corridor.

She walked straight into He Meiping's house, opened her jewelry box, and curled her lips. They were all things left to her by her mother. She moved her hands as she pleased, not even bothering to count them, and just packed them all up and took them away.

"Xiao Ci, why are you in my room?"

Suddenly, He Meiping's confused voice came from behind.

Song Ci turned around, holding a box of jewelry, and took two steps back, but deliberately raised his neck and spoke back: "I didn't find my mother's things in the room just now. I think it was probably when Aunt He helped me clean up the room.

Please help me pack away my mother's things."

"No, I found them all."

He Meiping glanced at the jewelry box on the dressing table. Almost all of it was empty, and her eyes twitched. "Xiao Ci, you made a mistake. Those are the jewelry your father bought for me, not Sister Tang's."

"But these are it." Song Ci said calmly, she could feel the aura gradually approaching, and she became more unscrupulous.

My husband is protecting me, so I’m afraid of you!

She pointed to He Meiping's neck, ears, wrists and body, "Here, there, and there, they all belong to my mother. Aunt He may be old and a little dim-sighted. My mother's things are specially made by Master Zhou.

Created with a special logo, it is unique in the world.

If Aunt He really wants it, she can tell me why she took it secretly."

What else could be the reason? Of course it's vanity.

Tang poetry uses the best things, which can greatly satisfy He Meiping's vanity.

The corner of He Meiping's mouth twitched, extremely unwilling, and stepped forward to snatch the jewelry box back. Those were valuable and extremely expensive. Even Song Yuancheng couldn't satisfy her now. How could she give it to others?

Song Ci stayed away quietly and made moves to protect himself.

He Meiping glanced at Song Yuancheng who was walking out of the study, and just didn't stop doing anything.

She secretly pinched her thigh so hard that her eyes were red with pain.

"Xiao Ci, even if you hate me, why do you accuse me of stealing Sister Tang's jewelry?" He Meiping cried just right, but Song Yanran could cry: "I know you have always had many misunderstandings about me, and you are even jealous of me.

He Yanran, but you can't slander me for everything, these are really tokens of love that your father bought for me and gave to me."

When Song Yuancheng came in, he heard He Meiping crying and was angry again!

"You actually stole something?" He raised his voice and asked, "Is there anything else you dare not do?"

"I didn't. Dad, you didn't even listen to my explanation. Why did you accuse me of stealing Aunt He's jewelry?" Song Ci lowered his head and spoke in a moderate voice, just enough for the man to hear: "Dad, my mother left these for me.

And there is also a will.”

Song Yuancheng's face froze, he frowned, and growled angrily: "Your mother won't need it anyway, even if Meiping really takes it away, so what!"

Hearing this, Song Ci sneered: "So dad just uses mom's things to give to others? Dad, how can you do this? People who don't know think you don't love mom at all!"

The air is filled with a crackling atmosphere.

He Meiping cried and shook her head: "Xiao Ci, I know you hate me, but don't blame your father, it's all my fault. After Sister Tang died, you always thought that I was the one who harmed Sister Tang, and you hated me for being separated from Yanran.

Your favor makes sarcastic remarks to me and Yanran every day.

I have always been careful to please you, but Yanran was secretly bullied by you and dared not speak."

Start pouring dirty water.

What she said is true. At first, she was really depressed because of her mother's death. He Meiping has been encouraging her since she came here. When she was a little younger, she would secretly encourage her to go to karaoke bars, bars and nightclubs, and various chaotic places.

, He Meiping encouraged her all over.

And then he turned around and sent Song Yanran to take piano and painting lessons, so he would inevitably train his daughter to be better than Tang Shi's daughter.

But every time Song Ci went there, he would be picked out and kicked to a cram school. He spent his entire youth in a state of confusion.

He Meiping just wants to wear Tang poetry’s jewelry and Tang poetry’s cheongsam.

She also wants to sleep with Tang Shi's husband, live in Tang Shi's house, and enjoy all the glory and wealth that Tang Shi has worked hard for.

Even her daughter will be tricked by her!
Chapter completed!