After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 338 The Bad Guy Dies With Too Much Talk
He Shen was going to London to attend a fashion week event and suggested that Nan Song go with him just to relax.

Luo Junheng was worried about his sister and simply followed them.

So the three brothers and sisters went to London in a mighty way. London Fashion Week is one of the four famous fashion weeks in the world. Compared with the looseness of New York, the sophistication of Paris and the luxury of Milan, London is full of imagination. A place of strength.

And the most deviant.

Nan Song is no stranger to such fashion events. After all, she is the little princess of Nan's Jewelry. She has attended various show events with her mother since she was a child. She has been in and out of the backstage since she was very young.

Growing up in the arms of various models and fashion monsters, if her mother hadn't stopped her, she would have almost embarked on the path of a child star.

Instead of cultivating her, the third brother He Shen was cultivated.

He Shen has many labels. In addition to being a second-generation star, actor, and singer, he is also a fashionista, the darling of major luxury brands, and has great ability to sell goods.

The three of them traveled lightly, but they brought more than a dozen boxes, all of which were prepared for Little Princess Nan Song.

Women all love beauty and love to wear all kinds of clothes. After watching the show, it is estimated that high-end clothing from major brands will also enter her suitcase.

This process was passed down from mother to sister, and they were very familiar with it.

What else can I do besides pampering?

Luo Junheng and Nan Song did not accompany He Shen to the red carpet and went directly to the venue to wait for the show. Nan Song went backstage to greet several familiar brand owners and started business mode in one second.

When I came out of the backstage, I met someone I never expected to meet here.

"Miss Grace, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Mrs. Mei was wearing a couture dress and looked as beautiful as a female star. She greeted Nan Song in a friendly manner.

"Hello Mrs. May."

Nan Song twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and he had no intention of talking to her. He passed her and walked out.

But Mrs. Mei stepped forward and stopped her, "Can we chat for a while?"

"inconvenient."

Nan Song still smiled, but she didn't give him any face. She was allergic to white lotus and felt uncomfortable even if she said a word.

"Don't you want to know how Sophia died?"

Mrs. Mei's words made Nan Song stop.

The corridor they were in was another road leading to the bathroom backstage, and there were not many people walking there, so these words were particularly loud in the silent corridor.

Nan Song turned around and looked at Mrs. Mei with squinted eyes, "What do you mean?"

There was still a cold smile on Mrs. Mei's delicate face, just like a masked person. Even though she was so close, no one could feel a trace of warmth on her body, and her whole body was radiating coldness.

Like the living dead coming out of the tomb of the living dead.

"What kind of relationship is between Sophia and I? Hill should have told you, right?"

Nan Song's face turned cold, "What on earth do you want to say? I don't have time to play riddles with you here."

"I love Hill Shelby."

Mrs. May leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and puffed away, her face filled with a gloomy look, "I have loved him for many years. When I first came to Birmingham, I saw him at the banquet. I fell in love with him. Ever since I was little, men have chased me and circled around me. They wanted to kneel under my skirt and beg me to look at them. Only Mr. Shelby looked down upon me. Gu."

She suddenly chuckled, "But I still fell hopelessly in love with him, so much that it felt like he was the only man left in the whole world. He was the only one in my eyes!"

Nan Song's expression was calm. She thought this feeling was strange.

It was as if he was listening to his own affairs, but also like a bystander, listening to all this with a cold heart, without any emotion. "I plucked up the courage to confess to him, but he rejected me and then married someone else."

Mrs. Mei took two strong puffs on her cigarette, with a flash of jealousy in her eyes, "I don't understand, how am I inferior to Sophia? Because like Hill, she has half Chinese blood, so do I lose? I don't accept it. ! Growing up, as long as I wanted something, there was nothing I couldn’t get. Whether it was money, status, or a man! As long as I wanted it, it had to be mine! Do you understand? "

"As long as you want it, it has to be yours?"

Nan Song chewed her words and scoffed, "Why? Because of your big face, or because of the darkness and distortion in your heart? Mrs. Mei, let me give you a Chinese proverb."

She switched to Chinese and said, "As a toad, don't try to eat swan meat."

Mrs. Mei frowned.

"Why, foreign friends can't understand Chinese, right? Then let me translate it for you."

Nan Song switched to English again and explained to her. As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Mei's expression changed and she threw the cigarette butt in her hand towards Nan Song.

Nan Song dodged quickly. The cigarette butt did not burn her face, but fell on her body and burned her skirt.

Looking at the burned hole in her skirt, Nan Song cursed "Damn it" in a low voice and raised her eyes to look at Catherine May Boulanger coldly.

Mrs. Mei smiled coldly and walked towards her step by step, "Miss Grace, don't blame me for not warning you. I hate people who stand in my way the most. If anyone stumbles my feet, I will use all means to get rid of them!" "

Nan Song didn't have any attack, he just looked at her coldly.

"So my sister-in-law, Sophia, was killed by you because she tripped your feet? You were also the cause of the child in her belly?"

Mrs. Mei did not deny it, "Someone asked me for help. I just went along with the flow and helped him."

Nan Song's eyes narrowed coldly, "My sister-in-law thinks you are a friend, but you plot against her with others!"

"Friend? Stop joking."

Mrs. May laughed, "I don't need friends, what I need is a man, Hill Shelby! Sophia deserves to die, so I..."

The next words suddenly got stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak anymore.

A cold figure suddenly appeared, and the moment Mrs. Mei saw Luo Junheng clearly, his throat was grabbed by him.

The person was instantly lifted into the air.

"It's really you."

Luo Junheng's face darkened so much, as if it had already fallen into the night, and gray-blue smoke appeared in his eyes, which was so dim that it was even colder and biting than a rainy night in Birmingham.

Mrs. Mei's feet were already off the ground, her throat was being pinched like this, her face was red, and the veins on her neck were bulging. Her eyes widened in horror, and she rolled her eyes up uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

At this moment, in Luo Junheng's hands, she was like an ant that could be wiped out at any time, with no chance of survival.

Mrs. Mei's men came over after hearing the news, but were quickly subdued by Luo Junheng's men. Just when Nan Song thought that his eldest brother was really going to strangle Mrs. Mei to death, Luo Junheng suddenly let go.

"If it is really her sister-in-law who killed her, wouldn't it be too easy for her to let her die happily like this?"

Nan Song said this as he looked coldly at the woman who fell to the ground like a punctured ball.

Luo Junheng wiped his hands with a square towel and looked at Mrs. Mei as if she were a dead dog. The corners of his lips spread out in the shape of a glacier, "Indeed, we can't be too easy on her."

His wife, his children, two lives.

It's not that easy to pay back.

Nan Song narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart. It seemed that the night in Birmingham was not going to be peaceful again.

(End of this chapter)