Chapter 1088: You shouldn't be so spoiled and gentle

Among them, there must be something she doesn't know.
However, she didn't care about any internal affairs, she would never allow Song Hefeng to be with this Tong Li.
And, most importantly.
Lan Xiao is someone who has a boyfriend.
Even if Song Hefeng likes Lan Xiao again, they cannot be together.
If so, she told Mrs. Song what Song Hefeng liked Lan Xiao.
Then, Tong Li will definitely disappear from Song Hefeng.
Mrs. Song would never let such an unpredictable woman stay with Song Hefeng.
As long as there are no other women around Song Hefeng, will she still have a chance?
Besides, based on her understanding of Mrs. Song.
She might take apart Lan Xiao and her boyfriend for her son.
At that time, a wonderful drama has begun.
She can watch the show and take revenge on Lan Xiao. Maybe she can take advantage of the vacancy and get Song Hefeng's love?
Jiang Qingyun's eyes flickered, and she curled her lips and smiled.
"Auntie, I think you may still be kept in the dark. He Feng, who likes Tong Li... He likes someone else. I don’t know why He Feng lied and said about him. I like Tong Li...but I think you can ask Qiaoqiao, maybe she knows some inside information. By the way, the last time Lan Xiao went to see Hefeng, you are not surprised, how quickly he gets better because of Hefeng disease? "
"It's not because of Lan Xiao that the gentle breeze has changed so much. Lan Xiao went there and the gentle breeze will be better... Aunt, don't you want to think about the strange part of this? And, according to my guess, he fell ill at that time. It’s also because he knew that Lan Xiao had a boyfriend. He couldn’t afford to be sick because he was frustrated. Auntie, if you want to know more, why not talk about it when we meet..."
Mrs. Song at the other end of the phone was shocked when she heard this.
But she, thinking about all the previous things, had almost believed most of Jiang Qingyun's words.
She could not be indifferent to the happiness of her son.
Therefore, she made an appointment with Jiang Qingyun for a tea house.
Immediately, he also called Song Qiaoqiao to go there.
Song Qiaoqiao didn't know what was happening, but she didn't dare to disobey Mrs. Song.
Naturally, he quickly put down his work and went to the tea house.
In the tea house, Jiang Qingyun personally poured tea for Mrs. Song.
Before Song Qiaoqiao was here, she said a lot about Lan Xiao and Song Hefeng.
The more Mrs. Song listened, the more she felt that her son was more likely to like Lan Xiao.
Her face sank a little bit.
If her son likes Lan Xiao, she doesn't care if Lan Xiao has a boyfriend.
She must help her son to get Lan Xiao.
No wonder the last time her son saw Lan Xiao, he would get up from the bed and block the slap for Song Qiaoqiao.
That slap was not for Song Qiaoqiao, but for Lan Xiao.
When Song Qiaoqiao arrived, Mrs. Song looked at her with a calm face.
"Song Qiaoqiao, tell me the truth, isn't the person he likes Lan Xiao?"
Song Qiaoqiao's heart trembled, and she glanced at Jiang Qingyun.
At this moment, what else did she do not understand? Jiang Qingyun must have said something to Mrs. Song.
She sighed and sat down slowly.
"Mother, He Feng, he has some good feelings for Lan Xiao... But, Lan Xiao already has a boyfriend. This matter is He Feng's own business, let's not mix it up too much, right?"
A glimmer of anger flashed under Mrs. Song’s eyes, and she smiled coldly at Song Qiaoqiao:
So what? What’s wrong with having a boyfriend? You can break up in love, get married or get divorced... He doesn’t care about his status or status. His looks and character are the best among men. He is so good, he is not better than Lan Xiao's boyfriend?"
"Unless, Lan Xiao is blind and can't see my son's merits. Otherwise, in any case, I will take care of this matter. My son, there is no love for this to happen, I must let My son is happy. No matter who that person is..."
Song Qiaoqiao took a breath, she clenched her palm, and said with a bitter smile.
"Mother, do you know who Lan Xiao's boyfriend is? Are you sure, can you separate Lan Xiao and her boyfriend?"
"I don’t care who her boyfriend is. In short, if my son likes her, she has to break up with her boyfriend and stay with my son. It’s her blessing that my son can see her. If she doesn’t know her Anyway, don't blame me for being polite." Madam Song snorted, her eyes full of arrogance and conceit.
Song Qiaoqiao closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Mother, Lan Xiao's boyfriend, he is the son of Mr. President..."
A hint of surprise flashed across Madam Song's eyes, and she stared at Song Qiaoqiao in a daze for a long time.
"The President's son?"
Song Qiaoqiao nodded, and she couldn't help but persuade in a low voice: "Mother, we Song family, we should not offend Mr. President. Lan Xiao's boyfriend is Wen Muchu... The two of them have been together a long time ago. Moreover, they love each other very much. He Feng knew this clearly, so he chose not to disturb them and destroy their feelings. He Feng has already chosen to fulfill them... Let's respect He Feng's choice."
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song shook her head while curling her lips.
She placed the tea cup heavily on the table, her eyes gleaming with gloomy light.
"I have never met someone or something that can make me afraid. As long as the gentle wind likes it, even if he wants the stars in the sky, I have the ability to get him down..."
Song Qiaoqiao's expression changed, and she stood up abruptly.
"Mother, what do you mean..."
Madam Song glanced at Song Qiaoqiao faintly, a trace of disgust flashed across her eyes.
"Okay, you should not be concerned about the rest of the matter. Let's go. I have something else to do. I want to talk to Qingyun..."
Song Qiaoqiao clenched his fist, a layer of cold sweat appeared in his palm.
She looked at Mrs. Song, trembling to remind her.
"Mother, the presidential palace is not our Song family to offend. Please think twice... That Wen Muchu, he is not a simple person, if you do something that is not good for him, he will never be merciless. Be merciful to our Song family. I can tell you that, Lan Xiao is his bottom line. If you touch it, you will regret it."
Mrs. Song curled her lips and smiled, looking at Song Qiaoqiao mockingly.
"What's your identity, how dare you come to remind me? What I do naturally has my own sense of measure. I don't need you to be a junior. Get out of here, now I don't want to see you at all."
Song Qiaoqiao's nose gradually became sour.
Her eye sockets were also a little moist.
There was a hint of hoarseness in her voice: "Mother, you shouldn't be so spoiled and gentle, you will ruin him..."
"Fuck...Don't bother me anymore?" Madam Song was full of anger, picked up the tea cup, and threw it at Song Qiaoqiao's feet.