"Mom, eat here, this cake tastes good, and this tiramisu is also delicious."
Meng Weiwei is actually talking to someone? The other person is her mistress?
Why did Meng Weiwei take away her mistress to see her?
Mo Wanxi felt strange, so she didn't open the door immediately, but stood at the door and listened carefully.
Meng Weiwei, the mistress in the box, must have eaten a piece of tiramisu, "This tastes really good, I'll have another piece!"
"If you like to eat, eat more. Now is not the time for us to be poor. Dad has promised to let us mother and daughter move into Mo's house. Then I will bring you for afternoon tea every day and let you live like a noble lady."
"That's true. In the future, I will also live the life of a noble lady. I remember when I saw that Mu Nianxue wearing gold and silver, with a lot of servants serving her, I was jealous to death. After I moved in, her
I took those jewelry as my own. I heard that Mu Nianxue’s jewelry is very expensive, so it must be worth a lot of money."
Hearing what Meng Weiwei's mistress said, Mo Wanxi couldn't help but sneer. This mistress is really greedy and shameless. She even wants to take possession of her mother's jewelry. Is there something wrong with her?
Mo Wanxi continued to stand at the door and eavesdropped, and Meng Weiwei took over.
"It must be valuable. When the time comes, you can ask dad to give you all those jewelry. If you give them to me, Mo Lingxi won't be able to get anything."
"Well, if we do this, we, mother and daughter, will be rewarded soon. Think about the days we lived in the past, and then look at the present. Therefore, natural winners are all acquired through hard work."
Meng Weiwei's mistress actually said something noble and changed the subject.
"Look, Mu Nianxue and Mo Wanxi, mother and daughter, have an advantage over us, but each one is stupider than the other. Mu Nianxue thought your father loved him so much, but she never dreamed that your father would cheat on her behind her back.
Yeah. So is Mo Wanxi. She’s so beautiful but has no idea what she’s pretending to be. She’s as stupid as her mother Mu Nianxue!”
Listening to Meng Weiwei's mistress scolding herself and her mother unscrupulously, Mo Wanxi was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore, pushed open the door and barged in.
There were two people sitting on the sofa in the box, one was Meng Weiwei, and the other was the old woman Xu whom I had seen in Huafeng that night.
Seeing Mo Wanxi push the door open and come in, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the MILF's face, and a trace of panic flashed across Meng Weiwei's face, "You...when did you come?"
"I've been here for a while." Mo Wanxi sneered, his eyes falling on Meng Weiwei, the mistress.
"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't know what your plans were. A shameless person like you would still want to take over my mother's jewelry, and wouldn't you look in the mirror to see if you are worthy of it?"
"Mo Wanxi, what are you talking about?" Meng Weiwei jumped up in anger.
"Am I talking nonsense? Why don't you ask yourself why you are scolding people behind their backs so despicably?"
"Swearing? Is there any? Isn't what I just said the truth?" Meng Lijuan suddenly became aggressive.
"Your mother is not only stupid but also shameless. She knew Zhendong and I were together but she still wanted to steal her love. She thought she could keep Zhendong for the rest of her life? Let me tell you, God is fair. Her death is retribution. God.
I accepted her because I couldn’t stand it anymore!”
Mo Wanxi did not expect that Meng Weiwei's mistress would talk so arrogantly in front of her.
Meng Lijuan's words were so vicious that Mo Wanxi was so angry that she rushed over without thinking.
She reached out and pushed Meng Lijuan, "Shut up! Shut your stinky mouth! I won't allow you to insult my mother like this!"
As soon as her hand touched Meng Lijuan, she fell back weakly.
By chance, he knocked on the coffee table in the private room, and a lung-piercing scream echoed in the private room.
Mo Wanxi was so frightened that she looked over and saw the blood rolling down Meng Lijuan's forehead.
