Chapter 61 Si Mingjing: Crazy Face Slapping, Can't Stop 2

  Si Mingjing's eyes flashed coldly: "You mean, this bracelet on my wrist belongs to Miss Bai and is stolen?"

   "Mingjing, I know you can't accept it for a while, but it's your mother's fault, not yours."

Si Mingjing did not immediately refute, but walked up to Mrs. Ye, with a smothered expression on his face: "Mrs. Ye, I don't believe what my aunt said. This bracelet was obviously lent to me by your granddaughter. Your granddaughter's How could she steal someone else's bracelet and lend me the stolen bracelet, is she stupid?"

  She raised her hand, revealing that expensive bracelet with fine pink diamonds, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

   This was picked out by Mrs. Ye from her granddaughter's jewelry box in the morning, because it was more suitable for the dress worn by Si Mingjing, but now it is said to have been stolen.

  Mrs. Ye was so angry that she glared at Song Pianlan: "You said my granddaughter stole her sister-in-law's bracelet? Miss Song, you'd better explain the matter clearly today, otherwise, don't blame my old lady for being rude!"

  Ye Nianbai was also furious, with an arrogant little face, glaring at Song Pianlan: "How dare you frame my aunt for stealing my mother's things! I can't spare you!"

  Until now, Si Mingjing knew that the Miss Bai that Song Pianlan was talking about was Xiaobai's mother?

  Song Pianlan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked at Si Mingjing's wrist seriously.

  On Si Mingjing's wrist, he was wearing a dazzling bracelet, inlaid with brilliant and fine diamonds, but it was not white diamonds, but pink diamonds.

   Taking a closer look at the styles, they are actually different.

  Song Pianlan's expression changed drastically.

   "It's not this one." Song Pianlan lost her composure and exclaimed, pointing at Si Mingjing's wrist: "Where's your previous bracelet?"

  That bracelet was put on by Song Pianlan herself for Si Mingjing, and Song Pianlan liked it very much.

  But no matter how much she likes it, she can't take it out.

  It can only be hidden in the jewelry box and appreciated alone.

  Today, I gave it away to Si Mingjing, and I was going to enlarge my tricks. Why is the bracelet on Si Mingjing's wrist changed now?

   "Did you change your bracelet? When did you change it?"

  In front of everyone, she rushed to wrap up Si Mingjing's other wrist, but it was empty.

  Song Pianlan was determined: "Where did you hide the bracelet, I clearly saw you wearing it on your wrist."

   "Auntie, it hasn't been more than a minute since you saw my bracelet. Why did I drop it in front of everyone? Are you kidding me?" Si Mingjing smiled quietly, elegantly and calmly.

  The surrounding guests nodded one after another. They all saw that Si Mingjing had no chance to exchange the bracelets.

  Song Pianlan was still looking for her, and groped her body for a while.

  Si Ming Jingjing couldn't bear Song Pianlan's rudeness, so he resisted and pushed Song Pianlan. Song Pianlan's feet were unsteady, and her body shook.

  At this time, something fell from Song Pianlan's sleeve, it was a bright bracelet with thin diamonds shining brightly under the light.

   Someone with sharp eyes: "This is the bracelet that Miss Bai lost! How did it fall out of Song Pianlan's sleeve?"

  Someone came to his senses: "She was groping around Si Mingjing just now. Could it be that she wanted to take the opportunity to hide the stolen goods on Si Mingjing's body? Luckily, Si Mingjing pushed her quickly, otherwise wouldn't it be impossible to argue?"

  Even Si Yao's former friends were furious: "It turns out that Miss Bai's bracelet was stolen by Song Pianlan, and she still wanted to blame Si Yao. It's shameless. As Si Yao's friend, I will never agree!"

   Mo Yinhe (gloomy face): Sister Anying, haven't I made a call yet? Am I the kind of person who talks too much?

   Me with a 100-point desire to survive (counseling): Readers give me a recommendation ticket, and I will let you come out tomorrow. Really, begging me is worse than asking readers.

   Mo Yinhe (squinting eyes): Can you hear the begging tone from my tone?

   The author me (shocked): I beg, I beg the readers, please give me recommendation tickets, woohoo~ I love you all

  

  

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