Chapter 1033 Your Sister Taught Him Bad Things

Song Qiaoqiao glanced at the pedestrians coming and going, and she replied in a low voice: "Of course it's to open her eyes to Hefeng. You also know that Lan Xiao has a boyfriend, and she If you don’t like He Feng, you really don’t have to have any hostility toward her... It might be good for you to let him give up as soon as possible."

When Jiang Qingyun heard what Song Qiaoqiao said, she couldn't help but feel some compassion.

She felt that what Song Qiaoqiao said seemed to make some sense.

This is just Song Hefeng's hotheadedness. If Lan Xiao can make him give up, then she can take advantage of Song Hefeng's injury and sneak in.

Jiang Qingyun's eyes lit up as he thought about it.

"Okay, Qiaoqiao, I'll just trust you one more time."

Song Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to her.

After that, Jiang Qingyun was particularly active in cooperating with Song Qiaoqiao.

She led the way, avoiding Mrs. Song's eyes and ears, covering Song Qiaoqiao and Lan Xiao, and walked towards Song Hefeng's room.

After Jiang Qingyun walked in front, Song Qiaoqiao fell a few steps behind, walking side by side with Lan Xiao.

She looked at Jiang Qingyun's back and approached Lan Xiao's ear.

"This is the daughter of the second master of the Jiang family. The eldest lady once mentioned that He Feng would be engaged to her in the future. Unfortunately, He Feng never agreed... Mrs. Song could not use strong methods to force him, so Jiang Qingyun and He Feng, They have been getting along with each other in an unclear relationship. In Qingyun's heart, maybe she had long regarded Hefeng as her future husband... That's why she was so angry and irritable when she found out about you. In fact, she is a pretty good person."

Lan Xiao raised his eyebrows and sneered secretly.

She didn't think Jiang Qingyun was very good, but she felt that this woman was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Song Qiaoqiao is no match for her at all.

This girl Song Qiaoqiao is innocent and simple, and it is relatively easy to read people, so she will not pierce the thin layer of paper.

Several people soon arrived at the room where Song Hefeng lived.

Song Hefeng's room was on the third floor of the villa.

He lives almost all the rooms on this floor alone.

His room is very large, covering an area of ​​100 square meters.

It can be seen that the people of the Song family love and pamper this young master extremely.

Compared with this young master, Song Qiaoqiao is probably as good as heaven and earth.

Song Qiaoqiao stepped forward, raised her hand and knocked gently on the door.

"Japanese wind..."

There was no sound coming from the door. Song Qiaoqiao had no choice but to reach out and push the door open.

The decoration in the room is very luxurious.

It was so resplendent that Lan Xiao felt a little dizzy after taking one look at it.

The furnishings and furniture here, without exception, are all decorated in yellow.

This kind of yellow is still the kind of dazzling, golden yellow.

The walls are gleaming with gold, the sofa, coffee table, wardrobe and window display are all yellow.

The whole body is yellow, illuminating the room with a bright yellow color, giving people a strong visual impact.

Lan Xiao was extremely speechless, what kind of aesthetic aesthetic is this?

Forgive her superficiality, she really doesn't think this can show her nobility and luxury.

Song Hefeng closed his eyes and lay on the light yellow bed with a pale face——

His whole aura seemed to be extremely haggard.

He was not the only one in this room.

There was a lady with a strong aura wearing a brand-name suit. She was holding a tissue and sentimentally wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It seemed that he was earnestly persuading him to get up and eat.

Unexpectedly, Song Hefeng ignored her at all and didn't even open his eyes.

The lady saw the door being pushed open, and she turned to look at the door.

When she saw Song Qiaoqiao, a sharp cold light flashed across her eyes.

"Go out...don't come in to disturb Zefeng."

Song Qiaoqiao's body immediately trembled.

Her fingers grasped the hem of her clothes, and she replied cautiously: "Mom...Mom, I brought Hefeng's classmates here. Hefeng hasn't gone to school for a few days, and his classmates said that they need to talk to him about something. I... I was good at making my own decisions and brought his classmates here."

This lady is none other than the eldest lady of the Song family, Song Hefeng's mother Li Hongxia.

Mrs. Song's eyes were full of displeasure, and she seemed to be suppressing her temper.

She said in a low voice: "Didn't you see that Hefeng is so sick that he can't even get out of bed? He doesn't have the energy to meet guests, so let his classmates go."

At the end of the day, after so many years, how many people have relied on the relationship between Song and Feng to get close to the Song family.

She had seen too many, so Mrs. Song didn't even bother to let the so-called classmate in.

Especially when she saw Lan Xiao's overly beautiful face, she became even more displeased.

"Let her go quickly, don't irritate Zefeng anymore."

Song Qiaoqiao hesitated a little. She bit her lip and tried calling Song Hefeng.

"Third brother... I think you want to see this classmate. Why don't you open your eyes and take a look?"

Song Hefeng frowned slightly. He didn't want to see anyone now and was completely hopeless.

He pulled the quilt and covered his head impatiently.

"No, I don't see anyone. You all go out, all of you, go out. Don't stay here to bother me."

Mrs. Song's face became even colder. She stood up and walked to the door step by step.

He looked at Song Qiaoqiao condescendingly: "Did you hear what Zefeng said? Why don't you take this so-called classmate and get out of here?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Qiaoqiao's face, and her eyes shone with crystal tears, and she was about to cry anxiously.

Jiang Qingyun saw that the atmosphere was a little stiff. She didn't want to offend Mrs. Song, so she didn't say anything more and just stayed silent.

When Mrs. Song saw that Song Qiaoqiao still didn't take anyone away, she snorted coldly.

"Why, you don't listen to what my mother says now? Could it be that your wings have hardened as you grow up? Ha... That's right. Not long ago, you got angry with us because you refused to get engaged. Are you going on a hunger strike? I really suspect that what He Feng is doing now is because of your influence, and it was your sister who taught him bad things."

Song Qiaoqiao lowered her eyes, shook her head quickly and replied: "Mother is not like this, I did not disobey you..."

"Ha, why don't you take this woman and get out of here? I'm already annoyed enough. Can you stop causing me trouble all day long and making me angry?" Mrs. Song scolded her coldly, her voice a bit sharp and mean.

Song Qiaoqiao was so aggrieved that she almost cried. She held Lan Xiao's hand and whispered.

"Lan Xiao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten you involved. I'll take you back..."

Unexpectedly, Song Hefeng, who was originally lying on the bed and wrapped in a quilt, clearly heard Song Qiaoqiao calling the name Lan Xiao.

His body trembled and his mind almost went blank.

Lan Xiao?

Which Lanxiao?

When Lan Xiao saw Mrs. Song being aggressive and mean to Song Qiaoqiao, she suspected that she was Song Qiaoqiao's stepmother.