Chapter 163 Kowtow Ceremony! She got there in time to expose it

Si Moyan made a phone call, and soon, a cool motorcycle was sent over.

Si Moyan handed Wen Yan a black helmet, "Sit in the back, I'll take you there."

Wen Yan couldn't help but whistle, "Wow, so cool."

Old Master Si was so anxious, "Grandson, what about me?"

Si Moyan glanced at the old man, his voice cold, "You wait in the car."

Old Master Si, "Get another one over, I'll ride over by myself."

In response to Old Master Si, there was a roar of motorcycles driving away.

Old Master Si was so angry that his white beard twitched.

A dog who values ​​women over masters!

The space on the motorcycle seat was very narrow, and Wen Yan's body was pressed tightly against Si Moyan.

She hugged his thin waist with both hands, and her breath was filled with his clear and pleasant scent like cedar.

He was a good driver, and he could find gaps in the traffic, like a dragon.

He was slightly bent at the waist, with a slender neck and a broad back, revealing the stability and charm of a mature man.

As he accelerated, he almost hit other people's cars several times, but he narrowly avoided them. Wen Yan's heart was inexplicably throbbing and excited.

Being with him, he always brought her a different sense of freshness and excitement.

...

Gangcheng Hotel.

Mrs. Zhao's birthday banquet was being held.

Mrs. Zhao, wearing a cheongsam and a mask, and with a head full of silver hair, was sitting in a wheelchair.

Zhao Hongliang and Zhao Yu pushed the wheelchair, and Mrs. Zhao followed behind them.

The guests found that both Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were wearing masks.

Zhao Hongliang explained, "My mother and my wife have caught a cold, and we are afraid of infecting the guests, so we are wearing masks."

Mrs. Zhao in the wheelchair looked very weak, her eyes were dull, and she was seriously ill.

Mrs. Zhao, who was following behind Zhao Hongliang and Zhao Yu, nodded, indicating that she was indeed infected with a cold.

According to the birthday banquet process, it was soon time for the younger generation to kowtow to the elders.

Mrs. Zhao was pushed to the middle of the stage, and Zhao Hongliang, Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Yu stood in front of her. After the host announced the start of kowtow to the elders, all three of them knelt down.

However, when Mrs. Zhao kowtowed to the old lady for the first time, the old lady in the wheelchair started coughing violently.

The guests did not find anything unusual and thought that the old lady was suffering from physical discomfort.

When Mrs. Zhao kowtowed to the second time, the old lady in the wheelchair suddenly vomited blood, and her mask was stained with a trace of scarlet.

"Mr. Zhao, the old lady doesn't look well, should you take her to the hospital first?" A guest suggested.

Zhao Hongliang nodded, "After the last kowtow, I will take my mother to the hospital."

The guests all praised Mr. Zhao's family for their filial piety.

"Nowadays, there are very few young people who kowtow to their elders at birthday banquets. I didn't expect that the Zhao family still follows the old tradition."

"Mrs. Zhao's sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren are so filial, which shows that she has educated them well. Such a virtuous old woman should live a long life."

Just as Mrs. Zhao was about to kowtow for the third time, a foot suddenly stretched out, and her forehead hit that foot.

Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The guests in the audience were also stunned.

They looked at the young woman who suddenly rushed up in confusion.

The woman was bright and delicate, wearing a black leather jacket and tight pants, looking beautiful and cool.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Zhao's eyes showed displeasure when the third head was destroyed.

Wen Yan sneered, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I'm about to expose your evil deeds!"

Mrs. Zhao's eyes showed sinisterness. She looked at Zhao Hongliang, "Aliang, do you know her? Did you send her an invitation?"

Zhao Hongliang's face was cold and his brows were furrowed. "Miss, who asked you to ruin my mother's birthday banquet?" After saying that, he looked at Mrs. Zhao and comforted her, "I'll call the security guards right away..."

Before Zhao Hongliang called the security guards, Mrs. Tang and Wan Zixuan, who came to the birthday banquet, came over with joy, "Miss Wen, you are here?"

Hearing the three words "Miss Wen", Mrs. Zhao, who was in a daze in the wheelchair, suddenly reacted.

She looked straight at Wen Yan, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but was too weak to speak.

"Mr. Zhao, Miss Wen is a distinguished guest of Miss Wan and I. We invited her here." Mrs. Tang knew that when Wen Yan showed up, there must be something big going on. The

other guests did not notice the abnormality of the Zhao family, but she and Wan Zixuan did.

Their family behaved very strangely.

When they kowtowed, Mrs. Zhao vomited blood, but they still forced themselves to kowtow the third time.

Shouldn't they send their mother to the hospital as soon as possible?

Also, why did Mrs. Zhao's body become weaker with each kowtow?

Something must be wrong when things are abnormal!

With Mrs. Tang and Wan Yangxuan vouching for Wen Yan, Zhao Hongliang couldn't force the security guards to drive Wen Yan away.

He could only suppress his dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice, "Miss Wen, please don't ruin our kowtow ceremony to show filial piety to our mother. Please come down and watch."

Wen Yan curled the corner of her lips coldly, "After the last kowtow, will your wife Liu Yunru die on the spot?"

What?

Zhao Hongliang's pupils widened, staring at Wen Yan in disbelief.

The guests in the audience also looked incredulous.

What on earth is this Miss Wen talking about?

"It's a birthday banquet, how could such a psychopath come to disrupt it?"

"She died on the spot after kowtowed a few times, does she think this is a fantasy movie?"

Among the people in the audience, except for Si Moyan, only Mrs. Tang and Wan Zixuan believed that Wen Yan was not talking nonsense.

Zhao Hongliang reacted, and he was furious, "Miss Wen, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for not giving face to Madam Tang and Miss Wan, I will just kick you out!"

Wen Yan ignored Zhao Hongliang. She walked to the woman in the wheelchair and directly pulled off the mask on her face.

Zhao Hongliang wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

An old face was exposed to the sight of the guests.

Those who knew Liu Yunru could see that it was what Liu Yunru looked like when she got older.

"Yunru, is that you?" Mrs. Tang asked.

The woman in the wheelchair looked at Mrs. Tang with confused eyes, and she nodded slowly.

Everyone was shocked again.

Liu Yunru is only in her forties, how could she look as old as seventy?

Oh my God, what is going on?

"Ms. Wen, the person in the wheelchair is Liu Yunru, so who is the Mrs. Zhao who just kowtowed?" Wan Zixuan asked puzzledly.

Wen Yan pulled the corners of her lips, raised her scallion-like tender fingers, and slowly pointed at the woman next to Zhao Hongliang, "This Mrs. Zhao, she is actually..."

Zhao Hongliang's pupils tightened and interrupted Wen Yan, "We Zhao family don't welcome you, please leave immediately!"

Zhao Hongliang wanted to step forward and push Wen Yan off the stage, but the next second, a tall and cold figure blocked him, "You dare to touch my wife with a finger?"