Chapter 1181: She Suffered This Slap

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she heard someone behind her shouting angrily: "Song Zhiyue! ”

She instinctively turned her head, and someone came to slap her in the face.

Her head was knocked to one side, and her face hurt hotly.

"You're a scourge!" The expression on Wen Meiqi's face was distorted.

The scene at today's wedding, Feng Chen, once completely angered Feng Shen, and announced to everyone that he and Song Zhiyue's marriage was going to explode, Wen Meiqi's lungs were about to explode.

It is very likely that after today, Feng Yi will set Feng Shen as the heir, and everything in the Feng family will not be divided into the dust.

It was this woman who bewitched her son!

Song Zhiyue covered half of her face that was numb in pain and looked at Wen Mei who was full of anger: "Mrs. Feng, I have grown so big, my parents have never beaten me." ”

"It's because your parents spoil you too much that you don't know how many pounds and taels you have!" Wen Mei was already dizzy and couldn't calm down at all, "It's all you who are pegged around the dust, do you have to let him lose everything before you are willing?" ”

Song Zhiyue felt a smell of blood in her mouth, she gritted her teeth and swallowed, looked directly into Wen Mei's angry eyes and said, "You never knew what he wanted, how did you know that what he would lose was everything?" ”

Wen Mei sneered: "You are just a woman who transferred his pain and passed the loneliness when he lost Liang Weirong, do you really think you know him?" I'm, I don't know my son? ”

Song Zhiyue couldn't compliment her understanding of this, she had never seen a mother force her son like this.

She looked at the dress on Wen Mei's body, although there was a shallow smile on the corner of her lips, there was no smile in her eyes.

"Mrs. Feng, you have repeatedly troubled me, and repeatedly expressed that you don't like me, so you still wear the clothes I designed?"

Wen Mei's face froze, although she didn't like Song Zhiyue very much, she liked the dress designed by Song Zhiyue very much.

Before attending the banquet, she was reluctant to wear it.

She was going to keep it and wear it when she got engaged or married.

But two days ago, she went to buy a dress, but she didn't buy a suitable one, and she was afraid that this dress would be unfashionable if it was left out for a long time, so she took it out and wore it.

If she knew that Feng Chen would bring Song Zhiyue here today, she would never wear it.

"At that time, I gave you a hard money, but you didn't want to ask for it!"

It was true that she didn't want it at that time, and Song Zhiyue couldn't refute this.

Song Zhiyue said: "Then don't wear this dress in front of me, otherwise it will make me think that you are a hypocrite who hates me while wearing the clothes I designed." ”

Wen Mei became more and more angry: "You dare to talk to me like this!" ”

Song Zhiyue bit her lip, seeing that she was Feng Chen's mother, she didn't want to entangle with her anymore.

She took this slap, and she deserved it.

She didn't even go to the toilet and walked out of the bathroom with her feet up.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she heard a sharp and piercing voice behind her: "Stop!" ”

At the same time, in the men's bathroom opposite, Ji Yi came out of it.

The two looked at each other, Ji Yi found her red and swollen face with sharp eyes, and the five finger prints were obviously beaten, and he frowned.

Wen Mei followed out of the bathroom, and when she saw that there was someone else, she had an expression of wanting to eat people just now, and she instantly became elegant and dignified.

(End of chapter)