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Chapter 1117

She was thinking about it while changing clothes, and she was still thinking about it while eating breakfast. Then she finally thought about it. Xia Youxin usually was in Ye Qianmo's cloakroom, sorting out his clothes.

Ye Qianmo's clothes certainly didn't take that long to tidy up. She thought that Xia Youxin was just being mean and deliberately wanted to spend more time in his cloakroom.

After breakfast, Wanting Song touched her belly and said to herself: "Baby, mom suddenly remembered that she hasn't bought clothes for your dad yet. Let's go with mom to the cloakroom to figure out what your dad likes.

Such clothes."

When the housekeeper heard that Song Wanting was going to the cloakroom, he felt that it was not a good thing and she must be looking for trouble with Xia Youxin.

He took a step forward and advised her softly: "Miss Song, it's better not to go. There are a lot of mothballs in the cloakroom. I heard that mothballs are not good for the fetus."

"Oh, you are so attentive. My child is so old, but he is still afraid of mothballs. You think he is still in the first three months! Get out of the way. The whole villa belongs to the Ye family. I can go wherever I want. If you stop me again,

Wait, be careful, I'm not polite!" Song Wanting glared, and the housekeeper had to give way.

Before Ye Qianmo left, he also told the housekeeper that no matter where Wanting Song was going, as long as she was doing activities in the villa, they must cooperate.

Song Wanting walked out of the dining room angrily, and took Mo Xiaonong, Liu Xiaojiao and four others towards the cloakroom.

Everyone knew that she was going to embarrass Xia Youxin during this trip. Mo Xiaonong wanted to stop her but was afraid that she would not be able to stop her.

She rolled her eyes twice, thought carefully, walked to Song Wanting and said softly: "Ms. Song, it's better not to go. Even if you are not afraid of mothballs, the space in the cloakroom is small after all. It is inconvenient for you to be pregnant, just in case

What's wrong with being tripped and falling by clothes or something?"

Mo Xiaonong thought about it, she persuaded her in public, then everyone could prove that she had persuaded her, and Wanting Song still had to go. Then she "accidentally" fell, so she couldn't blame others.

"You just expect me to trip and fall, right?" Song Wanting stopped and asked sarcastically, and Mo Xiaonong, with a smile on his face, replied: "I don't dare, how dare I, I made a mistake, I just want to remind you.

Miss Song, besides, you probably know that my sister is in the cloakroom. If you go there, if something happens, it will be easy to blame her, right?"

"You! You want to make me angry to death, Mo Xiaonong!" This was exactly what Song Wanting had in mind. After Mo Xiaonong said this, she was still a little bit embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song." Mo Xiaonong stood aside, using her acting skills, tears welling up in her eyes.

Wanting Song really didn't know that Mo Xiaonong was so difficult to deal with. She was so angry that she took a few big breaths and wanted to give up.

Later I thought about it, no, Ye Qianmo didn't go out much recently, so she had to seize the opportunity.

What's more, if Mo Xiaonong said it and she stopped taking action, it wouldn't mean that she was going to frame Xia Youxin, but it would make someone else talk about it.

"I know I was wrong. Just say a few words less to me in the future. No one will treat you like a mute." After Song Wanting scolded Mo Xiaonong, she held her waist and walked slowly towards Ye Qianmo's cloakroom.

At this time, Xia Youxin was working in Ye Qianmo's cloakroom.

In fact, there wasn't much to do. She just didn't have anywhere to go. There were all his clothes here. She arranged his clothes here and there, which always made her feel at ease, as if they were very close.

"Mo Xiaonong, aren't you afraid that I will frame your sister? Then come into the cloakroom with me." Some distance away from the cloakroom, Song Wanting ordered, playing into Mo Xiaonong's hands.

"Yes, Miss Song!"

At this time, Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing were driving towards the villa...

Song Wanting went to the villa, but the housekeeper was still worried. They were walking in front, and he followed behind.
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