"Yes, master." Ade took out a recording pen.
He pressed the button to start playing, and soon, the recording of the voice recorder came out clearly.
[Miss Song, what is this? ] A man's voice.
Upon hearing this voice, Song Jiumei's face changed completely, and she looked at the recording pen in Ade's hand in shock.
[Don't ask what it is, you just need to serve this cup of scented tea to Song Wuyou.]
This is Song Jiumei's voice, even if it was played from the recorder, it's not hard to hear her complacency.
[If it's poison, I won't do it. If found out, I will die.]
[I will give you a million as long as you do a small thing, why do you ask so much? It's not poison, don't worry.]
[Is it really not poison?]
[Ask again, I'll find another waiter!]
[Okay, I'll go now.]
There was the sound of the door opening, and the footsteps of the waiter leaving.
Then—
[Song Wuyou, as long as you drink this cup of chrysanthemum tea, you may lose even the chrysanthemums!]
[This year, the black market has the strongest aphrodisiac, and you drank it, you are so lucky.]
…
Hearing this, Song Wuyou smiled coldly.
After the recording was played, Gu Yanhao had already brushed Song Wuyou's hair.
Gu Yanhao used his five fingers as a comb to help Song Wuyou comb his hair.
Song Nan's face became very ugly, and he looked at Song Jiumei sternly.
Mrs. Song also looked at Song Jiumei in disbelief.
Song Jiumei trembled with fright.
She shook her head suddenly, pointed at the recording pen in Ade's hand and said loudly: "No! That's not my voice!"
The expressions of the three of them were extremely rich, and they were very restless.
"The hair is too long, do you want to cut it shorter?"
As if Gu Yanhao didn't hear Song Jiumei's yelling, he looked at Song Wuyou tenderly.
"Don't cut it!" Song Wuyou didn't like short hair, and she didn't even cut her hair short when she disguised herself as a man in her previous life.
Gu Yanhao smiled dotingly, "Don't cut it, I'll wash your hair for you in the future."
Song Wuyou glared at him angrily: "That's what you said."
"Yeah." Gu Yanhao suddenly looked at Song Jiumei.
Finally not being left out, Song Jiumei hurriedly cried: "Young Master Gu, that's not my voice! No!"
"Exactly! I can't even tell it's Jiumei's voice!" Mrs. Song pointed at Song Wuyou: "You bitch must have copied Jiumei's voice and recorded it!"
Song Wuyou looked at Mrs. Song pointing at him with a funny face, he couldn't see the coffin without crying.
Gu Yanhao was tall and dignified, lying lazily on the sofa, playing with Song Wuyou's beautiful hair in his hand.
The hair is so fine, so soft, like silk.
His handsome face was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
Even so, it's still handsome.
Song Jiumei thought bitterly in her heart, sitting next to him, the one whose hair was being played with by him, why not her
"Just got a recording?" Gu Yanhao's deep voice was as cold as ice.
"The waiter and the video are brought over," Ade said.
When Song Jiumei heard it, her mind buzzed.
She trembled and her face became even paler.
Seeing Song Jiumei's reaction like this, Song Nan probably guessed something.
A surge of anger welled up in his heart, and he clenched his fists tightly.
Gu Yanhao's eyes were cold, and he looked at Song Jiumei with a half-smile: "Would you like to watch the video first or listen to the waiter first?"
Song Jiumei knew very well that no matter how much she refused to admit it at this time, it would be useless.
She was confused for a moment, and even forgot Gu Yanhao's ability to handle affairs.
"I wanted to drug Song Wuyou to tease her, but it didn't work. It's true that she drugged me to make me look ugly!"