[MTL] Who taught you to be the heroine of an abusive novel? [Quick travel]

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Chapter 181

    ◎Being the bride for the blind young master◎

    When Mrs. Song saw Qiao Weiwei again, the other party had a pale face, pinching a handwritten book with Qiao Zheng's fingerprints on it.

    A trace of contempt flashed in Mrs. Song's eyes, but this inconspicuous emotion was fleeting and was not seen by anyone.

    The Qiaos left with the box of money. Qiao Weiwei was arranged in a room by the window on the second floor of this small western-style building. Even if it was a temporary residence, the Song family had enough ostentation. Everything here is the best , even the gauze hanging on the window is light and soft, more comfortable than her clothes.

    Soon, someone came upstairs and brought Qiao Weiwei cleaner clothes. The material of the clothes was much better than the one she was wearing.

    What Mrs. Song Er gave her was a moon-white cheongsam with cyan flowers embroidered on it. Qiao Weiwei was really thin, so she didn't wear this cheongsam with temperament and charm. However, there is nothing wrong with people relying on clothes, so With the good material and carefully tailored cheongsam upper body, she immediately looked like a rich lady.

    Qiao Weiwei took a hot bath in this grand recipe for a long time, and then had a sumptuous dinner arranged by Mrs. Song Er, before going to bed.

    But before going to bed, she had been thinking hard about the problem. The second lady was not kind at first glance. She didn't know if she was Song Huaiqing's biological mother; also, what disease Song Huaiqing had and whether it could be cured.

    Qiao Weiwei wanted to find more information, but there is no convenient Internet in this world, and the plot description is only a few strokes. At first, the Song family was the background board for the heroine to escape from the family and meet the hero, and later it was the hero's golden finger. It was only used as a tool, and no other details were mentioned. After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Weiwei became tired.

    She thought in a daze, forget it, anyway, she will know sooner or later.

    Thinking of this, she fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, there was movement outside. When Qiao Weiwei was sleeping in an unfamiliar environment, a trace of sharp mental power that Qiao Weiwei would deliberately release fluctuated, and then woke her up from sleep.

    Qiao Weiwei opened her eyes from the darkness and sat up. The next second, there was a loud bang from the door of her room.

    "Open the door! If you dare to lock Master Ben outside, do you know who I am!! Open the door for me!!!" With a kick at the door

    , Qiao Weiwei quickly got out of bed and picked up the locker on the bedside table. A plaster statue of an angel, held in his hand, crouched to the other side of the bed.

    Hearing the sound just now, there was the sound of wood breaking. This person must have kicked the outer door panel.

    At the same time, the man also wailed because of the severe pain in his feet. It was very noisy in the middle of the night, like killing a pig.

    Soon, in addition to the man's wailing, there were more footsteps and human voices outside. Qiao Weiwei listened carefully and heard the voice of Mrs. Song.

    "Song Baosheng! Where did you die again? What have you become!!" The

    second lady was anxious and angry. Song Baosheng in front of her was dressed in a sloppy suit and smelled of alcohol. There were lipstick marks on the collar of the snow-white shirt, and that drunken face made Mrs. Song almost faint.