Chapter 18

"Mom, you eat this, this cake is delicious, and this tiramisu is also delicious."

Meng Weiwei was actually talking to someone? The other party is her third mother?

Why did Meng Weiwei take her third mother away to see her?

Mo Wanxi felt strange, so he didn't push the door right away, but stood at the door and listened carefully.

Meng Weiwei's third mother in the private room must have eaten a piece of tiramisu, "This tastes really good, I'll have another piece!"

"Eat as much as you like. Now is not the time for us to be poor. Dad has already agreed to let our mother and daughter move into Mo's house. Then I will bring you to afternoon tea every day, so that you can live like a noble lady."

"That's right, I will live the life of a noble lady in the future. I think that when I saw Mu Nianxue wearing gold and silver, with a lot of servants serving her, I envied her to death. After I moved in, her I took those jewelry as my own, I heard that Mu Nianxue's jewelry is very expensive, so it must be worth a lot of money."

Hearing what Meng Weiwei's third mother said, Mo Wanxi couldn't help but sneered, this third was really greedy and shameless, she even wanted to occupy her mother's jewelry, she was out of her mind, right?

Mo Wanxi continued to stand at the door to eavesdrop, and Meng Weiwei took the conversation.

"It must be valuable. When the time comes, you will ask Dad to give you all those jewelry. If you give it to me again, Mo Lingxi won't get anything."

"Well, if you do this, we, mother and daughter, will soon have a hard time. Think about the life we ​​lived in the past, and look at the present, so it is said that natural winners are all acquired by hard work."

Meng Weiwei's little third mother even said something tall, and then changed the subject.

"Look, Mu Nianxue and Mo Wanxi's mother and daughter have an advantage over us, but one is stupid than the other. That Mu Nianxue thought your father loved him so much, she never dreamed that your father would cheat on her behind her back." Yes. That Mo Wanxi is too, she is so pretty and has no idea what she is pretending to be, she is just as stupid as her mother, Mu Nianxue!"

Hearing Meng Weiwei's little third mother scolding herself and her mother unscrupulously, Mo Wanxi was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed open the door and broke in.

There were two people sitting on the sofa in the private room, one was Meng Weiwei, and the other was the old lady Xu whom she had seen in Huafeng that night.

Seeing Mo Wanxi push the door in, embarrassment flashed across the face of the middle-aged woman, and panic flashed across Meng Weiwei's face, "You... When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while." Mo Wanxi sneered, and her eyes fell on Meng Weiwei, the little third mother.

"If I don't come, I don't know what your plans are. A shameless San like you still wants to occupy my mother's jewelry, and don't look for a mirror to see if you match?"

"Mo Wanxi, what nonsense are you talking about?" Meng Weiwei jumped up angrily.

"I'm talking nonsense? Why don't you ask yourself why you want to curse people behind your back so shamelessly?"

"Swearing? Is there any? Isn't what I just said the truth?" Meng Lijuan suddenly became aggressive.

"Your mother is not only stupid but also shameless. She knew that Zhendong and I were together and she took love with a knife. She thought she could keep Zhendong for a lifetime? Let me tell you, God is fair, her death is retribution, God I couldn't stand it anymore, so I accepted her!"

Mo Wanxi did not expect that Meng Weiwei's third mother would be so rampant and speak nonsense in front of her.

Meng Lijuan's words were so vicious that Mo Wanxi was so angry that she rushed over without thinking.

Reaching out to push Meng Lijuan, "Shut up! Shut up your stinky mouth! I won't allow you to insult my mother like this!"

As soon as her hand touched Meng Lijuan, she fell back weakly.

Coincidentally, he knocked on the coffee table in the private room, and a hissing and lung-piercing scream sounded in the private room as if appropriate to the occasion.

Mo Wanxi was so frightened that she looked over, and what she touched was the blood that kept rolling down Meng Lijuan's forehead.