Chapter 1202 Hand It Over

Butler Wei finished his sentence slowly, not caring about the other party's angry expression.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Ma Qing would have laughed out loud.

He didn't like the Wei family, and he hated the dirty head of the Wei family even more, but he didn't expect that his housekeeper was interesting.

He had been so arrogant to stop him before, probably because he had accumulated dissatisfaction with Yue Xinmeng and vented it on him.

There is an old saying that goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! After listening to Butler Wei's criticism, Ma Qing felt that he liked the old man a little better.

Yue Xinmeng's face was ashen, she took a breath, tried to maintain her last demeanor, and laughed viciously: "Thank you for reminding me, but... you should do what you are in your position! Do your job well, don't stretch your hands too far, so as not to cause trouble, right?"

When she said this, she slightly raised the end of her eyes, and her eyes fell on another person vaguely.

Ma Qing knew that Yue Xinmeng was openly talking about Steward Wei, but in reality she was talking about her meddling in Guan Yueyue's affairs.

Thinking of his daughter who was still trapped in the manor, Ma Qing's hand holding the big envelope tightened unconsciously.

Steward Wei looked at Yue Xinmeng calmly, and was not angry after hearing her words, but his originally turbid eyes were actually clearer at this moment. He looked at Yue Xinmeng deeply, as if he wanted to remember her current glorious appearance in the depths of his mind.

Yue Xinmeng was not willing to give in, and looked straight into the other's eyes, not admitting defeat at all.

After a long time, Steward Wei retracted his gaze, said nothing, stepped back half a foot, and most of his body was almost hidden in the flowers.

This posture seemed to be giving in.

Yue Xinmeng immediately raised a smile, twisted in with her head held high.

Ma Qing nodded to Steward Wei, gestured friendly, and followed in.

No one saw that Steward Wei's eyes were like a volcano under the ice, lurking with violent magma.

Yue Xinmeng walked to the sofa in the main hall and sat down comfortably as if this was her own home.

She was wearing a deep V skirt that made her chest look full. The slit on the right side of the skirt went all the way to the base of her legs. With a slight movement, the myriad styles under the skirt were revealed.

Coupled with that pure and lustful face, any man standing here would be able to make people's hearts flutter in just one second.

Even though he hated Yue Xinmeng, Ma Qing had to admit that she was indeed very talented. With this face alone, if she didn't act up, she would be popular for seven or eight years.

Yue Xinmeng crossed her legs and glanced at the big envelope in Ma Qing's hand with her carefully decorated eyes: "Have you negotiated with Dijing?"

Ma Qing bit her lip: "It's negotiated, where is my daughter?"

Yue Xinmeng took out a remote control from behind and pressed it on the LCD screen in the living room.

On the 70-inch TV, there was a surveillance video.

The screen was a little dark, but Ma Qing could still see clearly that her daughter was lying on a small bed with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Her heart tightened: "Where is my daughter?"

Perhaps because she was not afraid that Ma Qing would run away, Yue Xinmeng admitted openly this time: "In the basement."

"The basement of the Wei family?" Ma Qing tightened the buttons on her chest, "I have already negotiated the termination of the contract with Dijing according to your instructions. When can you let her go?"

Yue Xinmeng smiled sweetly and stretched out her hand: "No hurry, let me see the contract first."