"You told mom you didn't have money, but look at what you're wearing now. Is there anything that doesn't cost more than 10,000 yuan?"

"You actually remembered everything your mother said to you, but you only remembered yourself and didn't even think about your mother and me!"

"Mom, you"

Before Wen Ruoyun could finish speaking, Song Jiajia had already taken over the topic.

"Xiaoyun, mom knows what mom said is unpleasant, but she is always thinking about you. What she said is naturally true."

"It does not sound good, but as long as it is useful and as long as we live a good life in the future, why do we care about these bad words?"

Seeing Wen Ruoyun looking at her with a cold face, Song Jiajia frowned and softened her expression.

"Okay, Xiaoyun, don't get angry with Mom anymore."

"Mom... It's true that Mom didn't consider you that day. But you also know that what Mom said was revealed that day. It was fine in front of your grandpa and uncle. But think about it, there is also your uncle's fiancée.

The two sisters are over there."

"As the saying goes, what you say is spilled water and you can't take it back. And you are indeed with Mr. Du now. I told you the truth when I said you have a rich boyfriend."

Wen Ruoyun frowned and smiled coldly: "Mom, have you forgotten that Mr. Du has countless girlfriends like me? Who am I?"

When Song Jiajia heard this, her face did not change this time, but she looked at her carefully.

After a long while, he smiled and spoke.

"It's okay. There are not ten or eight women around a successful man. But Xiaoyun, you have to be confident. You are good-looking, have a good figure, and you are young. How can you compare to those women?"

"Mom, I'm sleepy and ready to rest. You can go back!"

She really didn't want to hear those shameless words from Song Jiajia anymore, Wen Ruoyun said, holding Song Jiajia's hand and walking towards the door.

How could Song Jiajia be willing? It's rare that Du Jinchen is not here. If this matter is not completed today, she will not leave!

"Xiaoyun, how could anyone drive their own mother out? You kid is so, more and more outrageous!"

Song Jiajia pushed Wen Ruoyun's hand away angrily and sat down on the imported leather sofa.

Wen Ruoyun was pushed so hard that she almost fell down.

"Mom, let me tell you the truth, I really have no money now, and I didn't ask Du Jinchen for any money!"

"If you want to get money from me, you should at least wait until I go to work and receive my salary. That's when I get paid!"

Song Jiajia, who was touching the leather sofa with one hand and lamenting the high-end goods, was slightly stunned when she heard this.

"What did you say, you have to go out to work?"

"How about that?"

"If you go out to work, you and Mr. Du will have very little time together. How will you be able to fight against those vixens?"

Wen Ruoyun originally hoped that her mother would consider her poor health and persuade her not to go to work.

Who would have thought that Song Jiajia would come here with such a sentence.

Disappointment after disappointment, blow after blow, gradually, can the originally soft heart gradually turn into a rock that cannot be moved?

She also found that although her heart still hurt when facing Song Jiajia, it was not as uncomfortable as before.

Could it be that you are already used to it?

With a sneer in her heart, Wen Ruoyun looked at Song Jiajia.

"If you really want to take money, I don't have any money, but you can see that these furniture are worth a lot of money."

"If you have the ability, just move these furniture away and sell them for money!"

Song Jiajia never expected that Wen Ruoyun would actually come up with such an idea.

His eyes lit up in an instant. Looking at the leather sofa, he seemed to see countless red Mao Zedong flying towards him.

But behind Grandpa Mao, there is indeed Du Jinchen's face that is as gentle as jade, but has a smile that makes the hair stand on end.

At that moment, Song Jiajia shuddered, and her face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Xiaoyun, what do you mean, you want to take Mr. Du's hand and teach your mother and me a lesson?"

Wen Ruoyun didn't care about Song Jiajia at all, turned around and walked to the bedroom, speaking coldly as he walked.

"I'm just telling you the specific situation now. But if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it!"

With a click, the bedroom door closed.

Song Jiajia stared at the bedroom door dumbfounded, and was so angry that she picked up the white porcelain tea cup on the coffee table and tried to smash it.

"Mom, please take it easy. These things were all arranged by Mr. Du!"

Song Jiajia's raised hand seemed to be frozen by something at that moment.

It took a long time to calm down and put the white porcelain teacup firmly on the coffee table.

He quickly walked to the bedroom door and started cursing angrily.

"Wen Ruoyun, have you ever treated your own mother like this?"

"If I weren't really short of money, do you think I would ask you for money?"

There was no response from the bedroom, and Song Jiajia was furious.

She really wanted to break something to express her hatred, but this was not her home. The things here were priceless. She would be heartbroken if she smashed anything. Even if Du Jinchen knew about it, she would not be able to enjoy it.

Finally, Song Jiajia was so angry that she kicked the bedroom door hard and kicked it again.

When her feet finally started to hurt and there was still no movement inside, Song Jiajia finally became discouraged.

When I left, I was so angry that I kicked the plush carpet in the entrance hall, but I quickly laid it out after I left.

Song Haoyang, who had been waiting outside, saw her come out and frowned when she saw her face was ugly and her anger was still lingering.

"Jiajia, how's it going? Did you get the money?"

"Get the shit!"

Song Jiajia glanced at Song Haoyang angrily: "You said if you had asked me to accompany her to the hospital that night, would it have been so tense now?"

Song Haoyang was also angry, and then turned cold: "Why don't you blame yourself? Why are you so rich? Otherwise our Song family wouldn't be so embarrassed in front of the Liu family!"

"What Liu family!"

Song Jiajia said angrily: "Haoyang, if it weren't for the fact that you are my eldest brother, I would really be too lazy to care about you!"

"As for the Liu family you're talking about, huh!"

"Liu Xiaofang and Liu Xiaofei are the only two sisters who can represent the Liu family. I don't know where these wild girls came from, but they think that the child you carry is the ancestor of our Song family. You have to obey them!"

Song Haoyang frowned tightly and glared at Song Jiajia, as if he was about to say something harsh.

Over there, Song Renhui looked at the two brothers and sisters. Although his voice was not loud, he stopped the conversation between them very well.

"Okay, okay, we're all brothers and sisters, what's the fuss about?"

Saying that, Song Renhui looked at Song Haoyang with disapproval.

"Haoyang, Jiajia must not have received any money today, so she is in a bad mood. You are an older brother, can't you be considerate of your younger sister?"
Chapter completed!