One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3880: I am that Miss Song

Unfortunately, Mrs. Vice President, I was wrong...

"You are Gong Qing's younger sister? The lady Song who seduced her brother! Isn't that right?" The sharp-eyed lady responded and raised her voice.

Song Song admitted neither, nor denied it. In the stalemate, she finally nodded: "I am that Miss Song, but I didn't check..."

She was about to say that things were not what you imagined, but before she could say it, everyone looked at her like a monster.

There was even a lady who immediately vomited and spilled the water in the teacup at once - as if she drank tea from the same teapot as Song Song, and she thought it was dirty Woolen cloth!

"That kind of woman deserves tea with us?"

"What did the President's wife think, crazy?"

"It's so dirty, I can't take it anymore, let's go over there to enjoy plums!"

"What else do you want to reward, such a big lecherous white lotus that seduces your brother, haven't you seen enough?"

"I'm going to throw up thinking about it!"

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Everyone said, Chong Song Song rolled his eyes, got up one after another, and hurriedly avoided them.

Song Song pursed her lips, knowing that these noble ladies are very hypocritical, so they don't care about them, and don't want to explain too much.

Just when the ladies avoided hypocritically, an accident happened——

The wife of the vice president was in a hurry to leave. She staggered under her feet and was mixed with plum branches on the ground. Because she was too fat and her center of gravity was unstable, she fell into the compost pit beside the plum tree.

Although the compost pit was not filled with feces, it was also filled with various fermented bean dregs, rotting leaves, and bone meal made from some rotten bones.

Even if it wasn't excrement, in the eyes of those ladies, it was no different from excrement.

So everyone just screamed with her, but no one was willing to lend a hand and give her a hand.

Song Song is the closest to her. Out of kindness, she stepped forward and stretched out her hand: "Take my hand and I will help you up."

However, the vice president's wife sternly said, "Don't touch me! Get your dirty hands off!"

The ladies refused to lend a helping hand; and Song Song's hand, she disliked, so the servants in the distance had to run over and prepare to pull her up.

However, as soon as I touched her, she screamed and wailed like killing a pig: "Hey, it hurts! I'm broken! My legs can't move, don't mess around! Come and give it to me! Call the doctor!"

The servant grimaced in embarrassment and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, ma'am, the medical room in the Presidential Palace is on vacation today, and the doctors are not there. If you can bear it, I'll go outside and find a doctor for you, okay?"

The vice president's wife said frantically: "I can't wait! I can't wait! You bastards! Rice buckets! I'm going to tell the president to go and fire you all! Resign! And make you pay!"

The maid said in fear: "Madam, calm down! It's not easy to find a job, please be merciful to the madam!"

The vice president's wife scolded fiercely: "Who asked you not to clean up well, there are still stumbling objects on the ground, soiling my noble hands, and hurting my noble legs, so your compensation is light. Yes, you should all be sent to jail! If you killed me, you killed the vice president. This is a crime, you know?"

Where have the servants ever seen such a rambunctious lady, sweating profusely, speechless.

Song Songben didn't want to meddle in her own business, but seeing that the vice president's wife was too arrogant and unreasonable, and the servant was really innocent and pitiful, she sighed and stepped forward: