Wealthy stepmother was posted in reverse by cubs

"Weiwei, why are you crying on the phone?"

Song Zhaoyi put aside his work and came to Meng Xinwei's apartment. Seeing that her eyes were red and she looked like she needed pity, he immediately felt distressed.

He couldn't help but put her in his arms, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, "What happened?"

Meng Xinwei didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps and be a mistress in someone else's family.

But now she has no choice, Yin Huijun and her good daughter Meng Ying forced her to do all of this!

Nestling in Song Zhaoyi's arms, Meng Xinwei choked up and said, "Brother Zhaoyi, what should I do..."

"What happened?" Song Zhaoyi held her face, his eyes were filled with pity, "Tell brother Zhaoyi."

Meng Xinwei looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes, and her tone was filled with grievance and helplessness, "Brother Zhao Yi, Mrs. Meng is going to marry me to a man who is 50 years old. I am really scared."

Song Zhaoyi's face turned cold, and a look of displeasure floated between his brows: "She is too deceitful!"

"Brother Zhao Yi, I don't want to marry." Meng Xinwei's soft voice was filled with tears, "This is worse than letting me die."

"Weiwei, don't worry." Song Zhaoyi raised his hand to stroke her hair, his voice was gentle, "I won't let her do this, don't be afraid."

"Brother Zhao Yi, it's good to have you." Meng Xinwei looked at the other party moved, "Thank you, Brother Zhao Yi."

Song Zhaoyi said rather dotingly: "Do we still need to be so polite between us? You know what I want."

Meng Xinwei lowered her eyes in embarrassment, raised her head a few seconds later, and kissed the man's lips.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually became ambiguous, the sofa sank little by little, the clothes became messy, and only the man's heavy breathing was left around.

But all this was quickly interrupted by a rapid ringtone of the mobile phone.

Song Zhaoyi touched the mobile phone in his suit pocket, and pressed reject directly.

But the person at the other end had an attitude that he had to answer, and the bell rang again soon.

Song Zhaoyi frowned in displeasure, and Meng Xinwei, who was standing under him, said shyly, "Brother Zhaoyi, why don't you answer the phone first... I'm fine."

"Wait for me." He pecked her lips, picked up his phone, and sat up immediately after scanning the caller ID.

He glanced at the woman lying on the sofa with her shoulders half exposed, exhaled, stood up and walked to the balcony, "Xiaoying, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing?" On the other end of the phone, Meng Ying's voice suddenly became sharp.

Song Zhaoyi raised his hand and pulled off the ripped tie, and said in a low voice, "I was in a meeting just now, and you called so urgently, what's wrong?"

"Why are you panting so heavily during the meeting?" Meng Ying asked sensitively.

Song Zhaoyi replied perfunctorily: "A group of wimps, none of the solutions they gave are useful."

Meng Ying was skeptical, so she brought up the purpose of the call, "Let me ask you, why did you help Meng Xinwei?"

"What are you talking about?" Song Zhaoyi asked with a frown.

"Are you still pretending?" Meng Ying said angrily, "I've seen it all. You paid a public relations company to discredit Li Yang in the live broadcast room."

Song Zhaoyi's face suddenly darkened.

How could Meng Ying know?

"This is what you're talking about." Song Zhaoyi said calmly, "She's your sister, isn't it normal for me to do this?"

"What sister!" Meng Ying was quite dissatisfied, "I don't have this kind of sister, so don't worry about her affairs in the future!"

Song Zhaoyi didn't answer her question directly, but said flatly: "They are still waiting for me to have a meeting, so hang up first."

After finishing the call, he stood on the balcony for a while, when a pair of white hands suddenly surrounded him from behind.

A soft voice rang in his ears, "Brother Zhao Yi, did your sister call you?"

"It's okay." Song Zhaoyi turned around and hugged Meng Xinwei, "She's just too busy."

And on the rooftop opposite the apartment building, a camera was facing the two of them.

**

Li Yang stopped after weaving the bracelet for Ms. Han.

It is really tiring to weave five bracelets in one breath.

Feeling the phone vibrating in his pocket, Li Yang got up and went to the bathroom, took out the phone and saw a series of messages from Brother Zhong.

Brother Zhong: 【You are amazing, how did you know that Meng Xinwei was having an affair with her brother-in-law? 】

Brother Zhong: [The private investigator I hired has already found evidence that they got together! 】

Brother Zhong: [I think it's sold to a marketing account? 】

Li Yang clicked on the photo of Song Zhaoyi and Meng Xinwei embracing on the balcony, his brows were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

Holding the phone, she edited a paragraph of text: [What's the point of selling it to a marketing account? Send it directly to Meng Xinwei's sister. 】

Because Song Jieyu participated in this parent-child variety show, it was not difficult for Brother Zhong to get Meng Ying's contact information.

So he quickly followed Li Yang's wishes and sent the ambiguous photos of Meng Xinwei and Song Zhaoyi to Meng Ying.

When Li Yang came out of the bathroom, he saw from the monitor that the cubs had already found the musical instrument store called "Zhiyi".

In fact, this musical instrument store is diagonally opposite the hand-woven rope shop.

Opposite the rope weaving shop is the flower shop.

The cubs stood at the door of the musical instrument store and walked in together.

"Welcome." A gentle voice came into the ears of the cubs, "Are you here to buy musical instruments?"

The speaker was a middle-aged woman in her 40s.

She is the proprietress of this musical instrument store, wearing a suit of ancient ink painting skirts.

"Auntie, we are here to get the mysterious weapon to save our parents." Youyou looked at people with her head up, and explained in a childlike voice.

The other friends nodded in agreement.

The proprietress of the musical instrument raised her eyebrows and said, "It turns out that the little heroes I've been waiting for are you."

"That's right!" Shang Keke responded, "We are all little heroes."

"How can we save Aunt Li?" Song Jieyu said while eating octopus balls.

Seeing this scene, Li Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "You said you would bring it to me, Xiaoyu almost ate it up by himself."

[Xiaoyu: I have the heart, but I really want to eat. 】

[I'm dying of laughter, there are only two left, when the time comes, give the packing box to Sister Yang to smell it? 】

But to everyone's surprise, Song Jieyu didn't eat the two octopus balls.

He put the paper cover back on, clutching the plastic bag outside.

Okay, I can't eat any more, the remaining two are for Aunt Li.

Aunt Li just ate two.

The proprietress of the musical instrument looked at the five little guys, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Children, it's not that easy to be a little hero."

"What should I do?" Tang Xingran asked nervously.

No matter how difficult it is, they will do it, and they must rescue Aunt Li and Aunt Shang!

The proprietress of the musical instrument laughed and said, "Your parents were captured by a villain who was afraid of hearing music and singing. If you want to save your parents, you have to use these two things to defeat him."

Youyou blinked, and said distressedly: "I don't know how to play an instrument, but I can sing Little Star."

The proprietress of the musical instrument looked kindly: "So it's not that simple."