Song Wuyou nodded: "Yes."
Mrs. Jill smiled and asked, "You are carefree?"
Song Wuyou was surprised: "Do you believe it?"
Mrs. Jill smiled: "My intuition tells me that you are."
Song Wuyou smiled: "You say yes, yes."
A complex emotion that Song Wuyou couldn't detect quickly flashed in Mrs. Jier's eyes.
"I don't know, can you please design a cheongsam for me?"
Song Wuyou nodded: "Of course, but I can't guarantee that you will be satisfied with it."
Mrs. Jill: "You can even make vintage skirts so well, I believe that the cheongsam you make must be beautiful."
Song Wuyou smiled, not necessarily.
The skirt given to Mu Xin was the style she wore in her previous life.
However, cheongsam has been popular since the late Qing Dynasty.
Gu Yanhao turned around and saw Mrs. Jier talking to Song Wuyou.
His eyes darkened, his eyebrows raised slightly.
…
As soon as Song Jiuyue returned to the lounge, she locked the door behind her.
Song Jiumei who came in with her said bitterly: "Who is Wuyouyou? Why did you send the skirt here at a critical moment?"
Song Jiuyue's face was pale and her eyes were red. As if she didn't hear what Song Jiumei said, she murmured, "Young Master Gu...why did Young Master Gu expose me?"
He said, the right to sell the dress is Gu's, will he die
Song Jiumei glanced at Song Jiuyue complicatedly, seeing her sad look, she felt a little distressed.
She asked cautiously: "Elder sister, could Wuyou Wuyou be Song Wuyou?"
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that the skirt was delivered at a critical moment.
Moreover, all the invited people have arrived, the yachts have already sailed out to sea, and the gifts can be delivered, only by helicopters or yachts to catch up.
But there were no helicopters or other ships approaching. That gift had already been delivered.
"How is it possible!" Song Jiuyue glared at Song Jiumei angrily, "If that arrogant girl Song Wuyou can make such a skirt, I will bow down to her!"
"..."
"Carefree should be that designer's stage name."
"..."
"She should be at the party too. She probably didn't like it. I said I designed the dress, so I asked the director to bring up the gift box to embarrass me." Song Jiuyue's eyes were cold: "If you let me know who she is, I will Must have gouged out her eyes!"
"..."
Song Jiuyue's expression twisted, and she said viciously: "Young Master Gu was fascinated by Song Wuyou, if it wasn't for Song Wuyou, what happened today, Young Master Gu would definitely save face for me."
"It must be, I hate Song Wuyou so much. Eldest sister, I brought the medicine." Song Jiumei's eyes flashed viciousness.
Song Jiuyue looked at her: "Where's the room? Has it been arranged?"
"It's been arranged. I told Mu Xin that you need to rest when you are in a bad mood. She arranged a room for you."
Song Jiuyue's eyes were cold and vicious, "I don't want to go to the house, I want Song Wuyou to make a fool of myself."
"I'm going to implement our plan now." Song Jiumei said.
"Go." Song Jiuyue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Okay." Song Jiumei opened the door and went out.
The news of Song Jiumei's back was behind the corridor, and Mu Gu's tall figure came out from another room.
He stood there, his warm peach blossom eyes had turned cold, and he looked coldly at the door of Song Jiuyue's lounge...
The waiter came to Song Wuyou with a trust in his hand.
Song Wuyou stopped him, "Give me a cup of scented tea."
The waiter smiled and said, "Okay, what kind of flowers do you want?"
"chrysanthemum."