Chapter 878 How Come I've Never Seen You Eat Your Heart

apartment building. "This caught something."“Before you received the MMS photo, Yi Sicheng did come here, but it’s impossible for them to be as intimately embraced as in the picture,” Lu Qinian sudde..."Did he give you a lot of money"

On the way home, Song Mengmeng drove her younger brother back. Usually, she was as tight-lipped as a clam, but today, for some reason, Song Baogen kept grumbling and complaining all the way.

"How much does Sima An give you each month Don't be so stupid, even if he gives you money, don't take it!"

"You gave birth to a daughter for him, you spent his money, it's only natural! If he gives less, you go to his company and demand more money... And even after you divorce, you still have to fight him for the house, the car, don't let anything slip away."

Song Mengmeng listened, her mouth twitching.

I really don't know what kind of content these young children are watching on their phones nowadays. They're so young, yet they understand all this stuff and even teach her about divorce and property disputes.

"I'm really grateful, you don't have to worry about this, I'll take care of it." Song Mengmeng replied insincerely.

The car stopped outside the Song family villa complex. She didn't want to go inside the complex, “We’re here, get out.”

"Did you hear what I just told you!" Song Bao Gen shouted, emphasizing his words.

"If Sima An gives you money, just take it. Just in case he doesn't want you and LeLe in the future, you won't have to sleep on the streets."

Although her marriage was a failure, it was none of a seven or eight-year-old child's business to give advice. Song Mengmeng was furious, "I can make my own money."

"You're so stupid, how do you make money!" Song Baogen said with certainty.

He unbuckled his seat belt and grumbled, "I have a big piggy bank in my room full of money, that's for Lele. If Sima An doesn't want you anymore, I can't afford to keep you, I can only afford Lele."

Song Baogen was beaten today, covered in bruises and cuts, but he was full of energy. He jumped out of the car and ran into the apartment complex like the wind, leaving her a message to wait for him there while he went to get his piggy bank.

Song Mengmeng looked at the rushing and reckless figure, a complex smile appeared on her lips.

Logically, she should hate and reject this stepson, Mo Yun's son, but gradually, she didn't seem to reject the little boy so much.

Song Baogen rushed home in a hurry, only to be stopped by his own mother, Mo Yun. She kept fussing over his injuries, especially the swollen and bruised face. Incensed, he immediately wanted to seek retribution from the school.

"Who is it"

"Whose child is so bold to beat you up like this Tell mommy, and me and your dad will go to school tomorrow and make them apologize to you on their knees! This is outrageous, they actually dared to beat my child like this!"

Song Baogen's explosive temper, he was too impatient to explain school matters to her, even his own mother pushed him away hard. Mo Yun fell onto the sofa and watched her precious son rush upstairs.

In a moment, he came down with both hands clutching his extra-large piggy bank and ran outside.

Song Fu and Mo Yun were suspicious, so they immediately ran out after him.

In the end, Song Baogen stood at the entrance of his residential complex with a piggy bank in his arms. His face was grim as he stared down the deserted street across from him. Song Mengmeng had already driven away.

After Song Mengmeng finished dealing with her younger brother's getting beat up, she returned home and went to the restroom. She realized she was on her period, which explained why her stomach ached and she had no appetite.

Fu Sao's work at the Sima household was simple and well-paid. Sima An often went on business trips and was away from home, and Song Mengmeng, the female host, was very easy to get along with. Originally, Fu Sao planned to cook dinner, but Song Mengmeng asked her to leave work early.

"My dear, I've made a pot of red sugar ginger tea for you. Remember to drink it. Do you really not want me to cook dinner"

Auntie Fu earns 20,000 yuan each month. Her job is too easy and she feels a little embarrassed about it.

"I'm going to bed now. I probably won't be able to eat dinner, and I'll just have some noodles later. You should go home."

The villa Sima An bought has a front and back yard that add up to over thousands of square meters, even more luxurious than the Song family's. This was the first pot of money he earned, and he resolutely moved from the city to this dazzling metropolis.

At home, only Song Mengmeng was left. She kicked off her high heels and took off the uncomfortable brand-name outfit she had been wearing, slipping into a pure cotton cartoon pajamas instead.

She diligently studied how to become a high-class lady, not wanting to embarrass Sima An. However, these restrictive luxurious clothes and jewelry, eating slowly and meticulously, were things she could never truly adapt to.

My stomach ached slightly, so I burrowed into bed to sleep. But just after I lay down, my phone on the dresser rang.

If it were anyone else, she would have pretended not to hear.nd a water source and rest for a bit." Junzhi Mu's voice also held a hint of weariness.Everyone couldn't help but look back at the pile of extinguished corpses, their brothers, farewell. With a turn a...