Chapter 609: Just a Liar

After the meal, Long Jiuyan and the very gentleman Song Baizhi returned to the Song residence.

As soon as they entered the house, Song Siming happily came up to her and held Bai Zhi's hand: "Xiao Zhi, your mother has written again."

"Dad." There was no surprise on Bai Zhi's face as before. On the contrary, she calmed down a lot. "I have thought about it carefully these days. Maybe the other party is a liar. If it is really my mother, why has she not been there for so many years?" contact me?"

Li Haiyan, who was watching coldly from the side, was about to interrupt when she saw Song Siming, who was slightly excited, took out the letter and said to Bai Zhi: "No, no, no, she is not a liar, she is your mother."

Song Siming pointed to the content of the letter and continued to Bai Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, look, what your mother wrote in the letter is all about our past memories. No one knows about these things except me and your mother."

Li Haiyan sat on the sofa and poured tea calmly.

Whether he was a liar or a real person, Song Siming's appearance completely chilled her heart.

She just wished that she could implement the plan earlier and let Song Siming kneel at her feet and cry and repent.

"Dad, listen to me..." Bai Zhi observed Li Haiyan's expression and tried to explain, but was directly interrupted by Song Siming.

"Xiao Zhi, many of the things your mother wrote in the letter are things that only she and I know, including some places that only she and I have been to. We have never talked about them with others. Do you believe Dad, she She's your mother." Song Siming's face turned red, and Bai Zhi had never seen him so gloomy.

His hand holding the letter even trembled a little, and it was extremely dazzling when it fell into Li Haiyan's eyes.

"Okay, then I will hold a press conference and invite her to appear." Bai Zhi looked at Song Siming with a look of unbearable expression, "It's just dad, you have to be mentally prepared."

"I know what you're worried about." Song Siming nodded vigorously to Bai Zhi, "Don't worry, I'm measured."

The tea cup in Li Haiyan's hand was cold, but she still poured the tea in the cup over and then over without knowing what she was thinking.

Bai Zhi saw that Li Haiyan was also in despair, she sneered in her heart, pretended not to see it, and went upstairs directly.

The next day.

On the third floor of Jiangcheng Convention and Exhibition Center, there is a small auditorium that can accommodate nearly 500 people.

At this moment, a table was placed on the stage, covered with a dark blue velvet tablecloth, and a crystal vase was placed on it.

The red and white camellias are blooming quietly. When the camera moves forward, the high-definition camera can clearly see the crystal dew on the petals.

Some venue precautions scrolled on the big screen, and staff from various media outlets muted their mobile phones as required.

The sound of clear and gentle music flows from the speakers. The entire press conference was solemn yet warm.

At 8:20 in the morning, Bai Zhi was sitting in the lounge outside the venue, staring at the TV screen in front of her, where the situation at the venue could be monitored.

While she was thinking about her words, she stared at a corner of the venue in trance.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with great force.

Meng Changxin ran towards her quickly, and when he saw the bodyguard beside Bai Zhi, he winked at her again.

Bai Zhi understood and said to the two bodyguards: "You go out and wait for me first."

"Yes, Miss."

After sending the bodyguard away, Meng Changxin quickly took out the document bag from his bag and handed it to Bai Zhi.

"You asked me to test the paternity test results of Li Haiyan and Mu Jianhua."

Bai Zhi quickly took it and saw the last column, the mother-son relationship between Li Haiyan and Mu Jianhua - 99% established.

She closed the appraisal book without any extra expression on her face, "I know. Sister Xin, please save it for me first."

"OK."

Meng Changxin looked at Bai Zhi, not knowing what she planned, but she still stuffed the appraisal certificate back into her bag.

At half past eight, Bai Zhi arrived on time.

When the reporters who had been waiting for a long time saw Bai Zhi, they all raised their devices and took continuous pictures of Bai Zhi.

For a moment, the entire venue was filled with the sound of shutters one after another, and the flashes kept blinking, making those who were illuminated almost unable to open their eyes.

Song Siming, who was hiding in a corner of the scene, looked at Bai Zhi on the stage with a little worry in his eyes.

Xiaozhi's eyes had just recovered and were not suitable for facing such strong light.

He wanted to call Meng Changxin several times, but he was afraid that being recognized by reporters would delay Xiaozhi from announcing the news about Bai Shulin. In the end, he chose to remain silent.

At this time, Bai Zhi's cold voice came from the speaker, "Dear friends from the media, good morning. I'm sorry to bother you. I held the press conference today mainly for a private matter."

Bai Zhi paused for a moment. Because the reporters below could not help but start talking about it.

"Private matters? Something good is about to happen for Miss Bai and Mr. Mu?"

"No, are you going to break up with Mr. Mu and announce your relationship with Long Jiuye?"

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Listening to the following discussion, Bai Zhi did not refute, just smiled.

Meng Changxin picked up the microphone in time and said: "Friends from the media, please be quiet. It's not time for questions yet."

The buzz gradually died down.

Bai Zhi adjusted the microphone slowly and continued: "I have a gentle, intelligent, and kind mother. She taught me to have bright eyes and good vision when I was young, taught me to have hope, and taught me to be brave and tenacious, so today I To be able to sit here as a star.

But, when I was very young, she got seriously ill. In order not to drag me down, she lied to me that she was dead. Maybe you find it unbelievable, but this really happened to me. Until recently, I received her letter, she explained the situation back then, but she still didn't want to come out to see me. So I want to use the power of media friends to convey my voice to her.

I want to say, mom, I love you. If you can see, please come to me, your daughter will always wait for you. "

Her voice was calmer than ever before, but the last few words were slightly trembling.

When these words came out, the reporters below reacted more excitedly than before.

Some were surprised, some were skeptical, and some female reporters were even moved to tears.

Song Siming stood in the corner and couldn't help but lower his head. Regret and heartache came over him all at once, and he could hardly breathe.

He held the armrest of the chair beside him, but tears kept flowing out.

At the same time, Li Haiyan sat in front of the TV, with a sinister look on his face. Staring at Bai Zhi on the screen, gritting his teeth, he wanted to tear a piece of Bai Zhi's flesh off.

"It's great that the TV broadcast is broadcasting to find someone! You must hurry up and find her, don't let me down. "

At this time, the phone reminder sounded, and Li Haiyan picked up the phone beside her.

When she opened the screen, Song Siming's grief-stricken look immediately entered her eyes.

Her nails scratched the screen fiercely and dug into Song Siming's face.

She suddenly noticed that Song Siming was not wearing the suit he wore in the morning, but inconspicuous casual clothes. He also wore a hat on his head, and dressed like the reporters around him.

Song Siming's disguise hurt Li Haiyan's eyes.

Her voice was vicious, almost squeezed out from between her teeth, "Okay, really good! I don't have to go to work, I have to go to the scene secretly. Song Siming, I have been giving my heart and soul to you for so many years, but you still have that bitch in your heart. "

With a bang, the phone fell hard on the TV screen on the wall.