Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 1147 Whose Temper Inherited

Soon, a servant came running over, holding a magazine in his hand, "Wu Mo'er pulled the magazine over and threw it on Lin Jing's face, "Look for yourself! "

With a slap, Lin Jing's face was hit hard by the magazine, and she gasped in pain.

Fortunately, this magazine is relatively thin. If it was thicker, I would probably be knocked out.

Lin Jing bent down and picked up the magazine, and opened it.

It turned out to be Feng Mocheng, who was eating hot pot with her in a hot pot restaurant, and Feng Mocheng announced on the spot that he and Lin Jing had obtained a marriage certificate.

This is a gossip magazine. It seems that Fengmocheng is the focus of attention everywhere, not to mention the announcement of marriage at a hot pot restaurant.

But now I know.

She closed the magazine, put it aside, and said, "Yes, he and I are indeed married, but this matter was not my original intention, and you have no right to accuse me."

Lin Jing's voice was calm, fearless, neither humble nor overbearing, neither flattering nor harsh.

However, no matter what tone Lin Jing uses now, it seems to Wu Mo'er that he has malicious intentions, "What do you mean? Are you threatening me? Tell me that you and Mocheng are married, and I can't stop it." wrong?"

Lin Jing felt a little helpless, she finally knew where Feng Mocheng's awkward temper came from, he was carved out of the same mold as his mother, he likes to make up his mind so much.

She said: "I didn't think so. Marrying him was purely accidental. You can actually ask your son about it. He knows better than me."

"Enough!" Wu Mo'er was full of anger, but she still maintained her dignity, but her eyes were a little scarlet, "Lin Jing, do you think that anyone who wants to be the young mistress of the Feng family can do it? You can bear it." Are you responsible for this? What qualifications do you have! A woman like you has a lot of black history. What qualifications do you have to be with my son, what qualifications do you have to be the young mistress of the Feng family, what face do you have to get married to my son?!"

Wu Mo'er's every word was like a sword, piercing Lin Jing's heart fiercely.

Lin Jing's heart ached tightly, she clutched her heart, and said with a miserable smile: "Yes, I am indeed not good enough for him, I am a slut that everyone despises, and he is the proud son of heaven, like a god, but Can't wait. It's me who provoked him, and it's all my fault."

Lin Jing didn't want to defend herself. Even if she defended herself, the couple would not believe her. If that was the case, then she would just say what they wanted to hear.

Lin Jing looked very indifferent, but felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but in Wu Mo'er's view, this look was completely putting on airs, and he didn't take them seriously.

"I originally thought that you were a woman with a strong backbone, but I didn't expect that you were no different from those shameless people. You swore in your mouth, but in a blink of an eye, you climbed up to the position of eldest young mistress. I underestimated you." you."

Wu Mo'er's eyes became more and more cold and murderous.

Lin Jing didn't know how to answer, there were so many people who misunderstood her, why did she have to explain them one by one?

She smiled slightly and said, "Whatever you think."

(End of this chapter)