"I heard a little bit before that you are the illegitimate daughter of the Song family?" Mrs. Jier looked at Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou nodded, "Well, my dad is playing around outside, so I'm here."
"May I take the liberty to ask, where's your mother?"
Song Wuyou took a sip of scented tea gracefully, "I died of illness when I was five years old."
Mrs. Jill sighed: "You are so beautiful, and your mother must be beautiful too. It is a pity to leave at a young age."
Song Wuyou smiled lightly.
Mrs. Jier looked at Song Wuyou, "What's your mother's name?"
"Yang Xiaolan."
When Mrs. Jill heard this, she shook her hand, and the tea in her hand was almost shaken out.
Song Wuyou didn't notice the strangeness of Mrs. Jier.
Mrs. Jill's heart shook violently.
Looking down at the tea in the cup in her hand, her long eyelashes covered the shock in her eyes.
She is really Yang Xiaolan's daughter—
Mrs. Jier really wanted Song Wuyou to stay for dinner.
But Song Wuyou received a call from the villa, it was Aunt Song, a health expert hired by Gu Yanhao, who urged her to go back to eat.
Mrs. Jill was not reluctant, and personally sent her out of the villa.
Watching the car that sent Song Wuyou away gradually, the smile on Mrs. Jier's face gradually receded, replaced by deep sadness...
…
…
The Land Rover drove steadily on the road.
This is a winding mountainside road, leading directly to Cheng Jianping's palace-like villa.
The villa area is remote, but the environment is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.
"Miss, I didn't expect Mrs. Jill to be so beautiful." Xu Jing, who was driving a Land Rover, was a little excited.
Song Wuyou was not in a high mood, "Drive well."
"Okay." Xu Jing smiled and said, "It's the first time I've driven such an expensive car, and it feels really different."
"..."
"I haven't driven such a good car before. I don't have any impressions. I think it's just a car, a means of transportation. Now I finally understand why they don't want to drive a Volkswagen if they have driven a BMW."
"I'm a little tired." Song Wuyou leaned against the seat. It would take about an hour to get back to the villa from here. She planned to close her eyes and rest.
At this time, the mobile phone in the bag rang.
He took it out and saw that it was Gu Yanhao.
Song Wuyou connected.
"Still at Mrs. Jier's house?" Through the phone, Song Wuyou felt that Gu Yanhao's voice was deeper and more pleasant.
"Going back, on the way."
"Go back and have a good meal."
"I know, don't treat me like a child."
"Song Wuyou." The other party suddenly called her name deeply.
Song Wuyou raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
"I miss you so much."
"...!!!"
Those three words, like a hammer, pounded Song Wuyou's heart heavily, causing her whole body to shake.
"Did you hear me?" Before Song Wuyou could respond, the other party's tone seemed a little annoyed.
"hiss-"
"ah… "
The sudden braking caused the unsuspecting Song Wuyou to ram forward.
Her forehead hit the front windshield, causing her head to "hum" in pain.
The mobile phone in his hand fell into the car.
She resisted the pain on her forehead and the discomfort of centrifugal, and frowned and looked at Xu Jing: "What's going on?"
"Song Wuyou?!" Gu Yanhao who was in the British hotel suddenly heard the phone rang suddenly, braking and screaming, and he stood up from the bathroom in shock.
As soon as he arrived in the UK, he dealt with work and returned to the hotel to take a bath after he was done. Being in a foreign country, I miss Song Wuyou very much.
"Miss, there is a car blocking the way ahead."