Rather than letting Song Wuyou go to work in Gu's, it is better to give her shares.
"I still want to join the design department." Song Wuyou said again, ignoring Gu Yanhao's coldness.
Actually, Song Wuyou only wanted to work, to prove to them that she was not an incompetent person.
But Gu Yanhao didn't think so in his heart, he thought that Song Wuyou was messing around.
"Song Wuyou, don't treat the Gu family as a garbage dump." The implication is that she, Song Wuyou, is a garbage dump.
Song Wuyou's eyes were cold, "Is it true that I'm not allowed to work in Gu's?"
"What do you think?" Gu Yanhao looked at her coldly.
Song Wuyou smiled: "What if I can help Song Jiuyue win this year's championship?"
Gu Yanhao smiled sarcastically: "Just with your simple brain and well-developed limbs?"
"Gu Yanhao, are you happy to hit me?" Song Wuyou rolled his eyes at him.
"You asked for it."
"Okay, if you don't let me work in Gu's and don't give me Gu's shares, then rest and divorce me." After speaking, Song Wuyou turned around and went upstairs.
Gu Yanhao looked deeply at the straight back, his eyes became deep.
In fact, he also felt that the sets designed by Song Jiuyue were not perfect, but he couldn't point out any shortcomings.
Song Wuyou said it was ugly, and he felt that these works were not perfect enough.
This damn woman will only affect his mood.
Is it ugly when she says ugly
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Song Wuyou returned to his room, took out all the clothes he bought today and put them into the washing machine.
She sat in front of the bed, for some reason, her mind was full of Song Jiuyue's design drafts.
The main clothing this year is a retro skirt
Gu Yanhao's words sounded in his ears:
[If one of these works can win this championship, the reputation of the designer of the work will be popular all over the world.]
[At that time, the name Song Jiuyue will become famous in the design world, and she will become the queen that everyone looks up to, and the idol that everyone pursues.]
[Song Wuyou, don't treat Gu's as a garbage dump.]
Thinking of the latter sentence, Song Wuyou smiled coldly.
In his heart, Song Jiuyue is the queen, and she is trash
After all, she still has the memory of the original owner.
It is very uncomfortable to be treated as garbage by the man I have loved for so many years.
Song Wuyou raised his eyelids, looked at himself in the mirror of the dressing table, and said to the person inside: "Since I have taken over your body and memory, I will live out myself for you. Let your beloved man know , You are not a wimp, not a piece of rubbish."
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Song Family Villa.
Song Jiumei happily walked into Song Jiuyue's room.
"Sister, did Young Master Gu divorce Song Wuyou?"
When Song Jiuyue, who was revising the design draft, heard it, she quickly put down her pen, raised her head, and looked at Song Jiumei.
Song Jiumei's eyes were shining brightly, she walked over, put her hands on the table, and looked at Song Jiuyue with joy and anticipation.
"Sister, isn't it? Are Young Master Gu and Song Wuyou divorced?"
Song Jiuyue didn't answer Song Jiumei's topic directly, but seeing her right cheek was red and swollen, she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your face?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Song Jiumei hated her, her eyes narrowed, and a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes, "Song Wuyou beat him."
Song Jiuyue was surprised, "Song Wuyou dared to hit you?"