She walked to the side of the bed, looked at the dust on the bed, and whispered, "I didn't know my mother would come knocking on the door." ”

"It's fine." Half of the fire in the dust seal's body was gone, and he fastened his untied belt, sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes.

Seeing him like this, he just had no intention of continuing, and Song Zhiyue felt that his mother was very good at bad things.

She was obviously about to be pounced on by the male god she had loved for a long time, but she was interrupted by her mother like this.

It was as if he had poured a basin of cold water on her, and all the passion just now was extinguished.

Her gaze fell uncontrollably on the place where the dust was sealed, and what was quite against her just now had been flattened.

Sure enough, he is an abstinent man, this can be controlled, she really admires him.

While she was thinking wildly, Feng Chen asked, "Where are my clothes hanging?" ”

In her own house, the guest rooms do not have balconies, so she hangs the dusty clothes somewhere else.

"I'll get it for you." She walked out of the room and came back with two hands empty, "Not yet." ”

Seal the dust and the head.

"Anyway, if you don't go out, my dad's clothes will be worn first, or I'll find you a new set?"

Feng Chen slept with his clothes on last night, and Song Zhiyue thought that he had crumpled his clothes and was unwilling to wear them anymore.

Feng Chen shook his head: "No need, just wear this." ”

It also depends on the time, maybe the clothes you find don't fit yet.

Song Zhiyue found a high-necked dress to cover the marks on his neck.

Fortunately, it is not a big summer, otherwise Song's father and Song's mother would definitely ask questions.

***

After lunch, Su Wansheng went to visit Shan Jingjing.

Lu Zhenming sent her there, but others didn't go in, waiting for her in the car.

Tang Mo arranged it, so as soon as he entered, someone took Su Wansheng to the visiting room.

She waited for a while, and then saw a prison guard escorting Shan Jingjing in.

Shan Jingjing was wearing a prison uniform, her face was yellow, her hands were handcuffed, and her hair was disheveled.

Seeing her, Shan Jingjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was about to pounce.

The two prison guards who were holding her grabbed her shoulders and pressed her opposite Su Wansheng.

"What are you here to do? Come and see my jokes? Shan Jingjing's emotions were very excited, and her eyes burst with hatred.

If it weren't for the two prison guards holding her, she would definitely pounce on Su Wansheng and bite Su Wansheng to death.

"Be honest!" The prison guards scolded!

Afraid that the prison guards would hit her with an electric baton, Shan Jingjing's excited emotions gradually calmed down, but she still stared at Su Wansheng deadly.

Su Wansheng knew that Shan Jingjing had always been very jealous of her, afraid that she would be so irritated that she couldn't ask anything, she was dressed very elegantly today, and she didn't wear a wedding ring.

But because she is pregnant, she is becoming more and more feminine, and her body is full of elegance and dignity.

"I'm here to confirm one thing with you."

"Are you sure I'm dead?" Shan Jingjing's hands on the table were clenched into fists tightly, and hatred burned her reason.

Su Wansheng: "You calm down first, the matter I asked is very important, and it has something to do with your imprisonment this time." ”

"Calm down? I'll carry the black pot for you, go to jail for you, you, the murderer, are at large, and you still run in front of me to show off, how do you let me calm down? Shan Jingjing's eyes were red with hatred.

"You said that Zhao Dong was killed by me, is there any evidence?"

Before getting out of the car, Lu Zhenming told her that he had arranged everything, and there was no need to avoid the prison guards if there was anything she wanted to ask, lest Shan Jingjing go crazy and hurt her.