Gu Shaozong's wife can't help herself

Mrs. Tong, who was just watching the fun, was also surprised, "Xiaotian? Didn't you say it was at 612?"

As soon as Tian Tian saw Mrs. Tong, she started to cry, "Auntie, please come quickly, Brother Yuan is not feeling well."

Song Jiayu was stunned. How could there be any talk about Tong Yuan? She was about to open her mouth, but Su Wanqin twisted her arm fiercely, forcing her to swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"What happened to Xiaoyuan?" Mrs. Tong's face changed immediately when she heard that her son was in trouble. She pushed through the crowd and rushed to Tian Tian.

Tian Tian sobbed, "I don't know either. I thought Brother Yuan was drunk, so I booked a room for him, but...but he didn't seem to be drunk...he, he..."

"Mr. Tong is not in good condition. We have called an ambulance."

A clear and beautiful voice behind Tian Tian finished her words.

This familiar voice made Song Jiayu's heart tighten. He looked up suddenly, his eyes passed Tian Tian, ​​and he saw Han Ruoxing who was "drunk" just now.

She was wearing a loose beige windbreaker, her long hair was tied up behind her head, and her makeup was plain, but her complexion was outstanding, her lips were red, her teeth were white, and her temperament was remarkable. How could she still look "unconscious" as she did when she just left the table?

Song Jiayu finally realized that she had been fooled. If Su Wanqin had not held her back, she would have aroused suspicion if she had said a few more words.

She stared at Han Ruoxing angrily, and the hatred in her eyes was almost undisguised at that moment.

Mrs. Tong didn't think too much about it. She was completely concerned about her son who was in trouble. Especially when she heard the ambulance, she felt terrible and stumbled past the two of them and ran into the house.

As soon as Han Ruoxing appeared, the paparazzi who had just backed off became active again, and all the filming equipment came up.

"Sister Xing, is Han Lie also in the room?"

"Someone saw you and Han Lie entering and leaving this hotel together. Now Han Lie's bodyguard is here too. Is he here too?"

"Why are you both in the same hotel room? Is it for work or something else?"

"During the Chinese New Year, someone saw you and Han Lie appearing at the same hotel one after the other. Then your schedules overlapped several times. Is this all a coincidence?"

"What do you think of the relationship between Han Lie and Ye Zhen?"

The paparazzi bombarded Han Ruoxing with questions, but there was no sign of panic on her face.

She said calmly, "Alie and I had dinner with our family during the Chinese New Year."

This sentence exploded like a thunder in the paparazzi's hearts.

Have you met the parents?

No, being a mistress and still being so confident?!

"So you admit that you interfered with the relationship?"

someone boldly asked.

Han Ruoxing looked at the person who asked the question, put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, and took a half step forward. The clothes moved with her movements, allowing people to clearly see her slightly bulging belly.

She looked at the paparazzi with a gentle expression, raised her lips, chuckled, and whispered, "My boyfriend thought so before, and he was jealous for a long time, but..."

She paused and jokingly said, "Are we cousins ​​so different in appearance? My grandfather said that Alie and I look quite alike."

The paparazzi were stunned.

What direction is this going?

Cousins?

Han Lie is her cousin?

Besides, she has a partner!

This belly, I’m afraid she’s pregnant.

Han Ruoxing said nonchalantly, "I'm here to attend the wedding today. I don't know who tipped you off to come here to wait, but it's obvious that you've been fooled. Something has happened to my friend, and I don't have the time or mood to deal with you guys here for now. But today is a wedding banquet, and since you're all here, I'll treat everyone to a glass of light wine. Would you please do me the honor?"

Some people wanted to refuse, but before they could open their mouths, the strong bodyguards blocked the corridor like a wall, leaving them no chance to leave.

Someone took out a cell phone, but before he could operate it, the phone was taken away by the bodyguard.

Han Ruoxing smiled and said, "Playing with your phone hurts your eyes. It's not too late to play after drinking."

I asked you not to leave just now, and it’s too late to leave now.

The group of people looked unhappy, and their previous arrogance was gone. At this moment, they were like quails, huddling their shoulders, and were "invited" to drink.

Song Wanqian looked at his daughter who was able to take charge of everything, and a mist rose in his eyes.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, he stepped forward and called her softly, "Ruoxing."

Before Han Ruoxing responded, Song Jiayu said, "Ruoxing, why are you pretending to be drunk if you're not drunk? You've made your parents worry for a long time. Don't you know that they're not in good health?"

The tone of accusation was so righteous that Han Ruoxing almost laughed out of anger.

She looked at Song Jiayu mockingly and said calmly, "Sister Jiayu, when did I tell you that I was drunk? Or did you hope that I was drunk?"

Song Jiayu's face turned ugly. "I saw your friend helping you out with my own eyes. You looked drunk to everyone. How could I know if you were drunk or not? If you weren't drunk, why didn't you come out when there was such a big commotion outside just now?"

Han Ruoxing said with a smile, "If you don't come out, it's naturally inconvenient. It can't be that there is something shameful that you dare not show out, right?"

Song Jiayu was already feeling guilty, and after hearing what she said, his eyes suddenly became a little flustered.

Su Wanqin stepped forward and stood between them at the right time. She looked at Han Ruoxing with concern and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay. You didn't open the door. Your father and I were worried that something had happened to you. Jiayu was also anxious and spoke incoherently. She was also kind-hearted. Don't bother with her."

Han Ruoxing raised her eyes and looked at Su Wanqin.

The worry in her eyes didn't seem fake, and even the blood on her hands showed how hard she had fought to protect herself.

If it weren't for the evidence, everyone would think she was a good mother.

She is such a good actress. Her biological mother treats her as her best friend and is willing to start a company with her. Her grandmother, whom she has never met, forces her father to marry her for her. Her father marries her as his second wife and gives her enough respect and pity.

A woman from a poor family has worked her way up to her current position step by step. Her methods and ambitions are simply terrifying.

Gu Jingyan was right: the opponent was very strong, and you shouldn't fall out with him easily unless you are absolutely sure.

She suppressed the resistance that was about to burst out, took Su Wanqin's hand, and softened her voice, "Aunt Su, I just heard what you said in there, a bunch of rabble, why are you so stupid to hurt yourself?"

Su Wanqin sighed, "We didn't know what was going on inside, and we were afraid they would break in, so in a hurry... It's okay, the wound just looks scary, I'm holding back, it's not that deep."

After he finished speaking, he paused and asked, "Ruoxing, what's going on? Why are people from the Tong family here too?"

Han Ruoxing was about to speak when the sound of glass breaking came from the room, accompanied by Mrs. Tong's hoarse questioning, "If not you, who else?!"