"Where did you drag it?"
What happened back then, Song Nan was so angry that his neck thickened, and he glared at Mrs. Song with red eyes: "Take good care of your daughter!"
"What is my daughter? My daughter is not your daughter?" Mrs. Song retorted back.
The couple just quarreled with each other sentence by sentence.
Song Jiuyue was upset when she heard that, and strode towards the garage.
"Sister." Song Jiumei suddenly stopped her.
Song Jiuyue turned her head and looked at her angrily.
Song Jiumei said pitifully: "Young Master Gu said he would let his lawyer deal with me, what should I do?"
Song Jiuyue said coldly: "Then let his lawyer deal with it! This is your own fault!"
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Cheng Jianping's villa architecture is magnificent.
Resplendent and magnificent.
The precious marble steps, carpets, and jade stone statues are all extremely luxurious.
The moment Song Wuyou walked in, as if he was in the prosperous palace built by her and Dongfang Xuan, his mind was shaken.
"What kind of tea or beverage do you like to drink?" Mrs. Jier warmly entertained Song Wuyou.
Mrs. Jier was wearing a deep purple cheongsam, her waist-length hair was tied up with a hosta and coiled at the back of her head.
The whole person looks dignified and elegant, graceful and luxurious.
Being asked such a question, Song Wuyou suddenly thought of the chrysanthemum black chicken soup that Gu Yanhao made for her, and she blurted out: "Chrysanthemum."
Mrs. Jill smiled and said, "Okay."
Then he ordered the servant to make a cup of wild chrysanthemum for Song Wuyou.
"One day next month is my eldest son's birthday, and one day is my wedding anniversary with my lover. I want to dress up for these two important days."
Mrs. Jier looked at Song Wuyou with a smile: "I would like to ask you to help me make two beautiful cheongsams, Mrs. Gu, my request is not too much, is it?"
After all, she is Mrs. Gu with a distinguished status.
Song Wuyou shook her head, Madam Jill treated her so politely, she was flattered and humiliated.
"Not too much." She smiled and said, "If you feel embarrassed, just pay me."
Mrs. Jill was startled for a moment, then smiled happily: "Pay! Of course I will!"
Mrs. Jier shook Song Wuyou's hand affectionately, and said with a smile: "I don't know why, but when I saw you, I had a feeling of déjà vu."
Song Wuyou lowered his eyes, and glanced lightly at the hand held by Madam Jill.
This is the first time someone has held her hand so affectionately—
"Mrs. Jier, making clothes is not easy, let me measure for you." Song Wuyou looked at Mrs. Jier and said.
"Okay, I'll tell you about the color and pattern I like." Mrs. Jill gently took Song Wuyou's hand upstairs and went back to her room.
Song Wuyou took Mrs. Jier's measurements, and Xu Jing wrote them down beside her.
Mrs. Jier also told Song Wuyou her favorite color and some patterns.
After finishing these tasks, Mrs. Jill took Song Wuyou to chat and drink tea and snacks.
On the way, Mu Gu called.
Mu Gu: "Wuyou, Ah Hao is on a business trip, are you bored?"
Song Wuyou: "Not boring."
Mu Gu: "Oh, I was thinking that if you were bored, you would come to my ranch to play. Mu Xin is on summer vacation, so you bring Xu Jing over to have fun."
Song Wuyou: "Another day, I'm at Mrs. Jill's house now."
When Mu Gu heard this, he seemed a little surprised: "Are you at Mrs. Jill's house?"
After chatting a few more words, Song Wuyou hung up the phone. Thinking of horseback riding and archery in the ranch, Song Wuyou was a little moved.