Song Jiuyue looked tired, "Now is not the time to scold Song Wuyou, think of a way, how to contact her."
Mrs. Song was anxious, and stomped her feet: "How to contact? I have called thousands of times but still can't get through. How do you want me to contact you!"
Mrs. Song patted her swollen chest, "I always feel that something happened to Jiumei. My chest is swollen, and my left eyelid has been twitching all day."
Song Jiuyue was noncommittal: "It's already in the headlines, so it's not just an accident? Now not only Jiumei has an accident, but the Song family and I have also had an accident."
When Mrs. Song heard this, she looked at Song Jiuyue suspiciously: "What happened to you? You were fired by Young Master Gu?"
For Mrs. Song, this is not a problem. She should be fired, so that she can give up and go back to the Song family to help.
"No." Song Jiuyue didn't want to say, she glanced at Mrs. Song, "I'm going upstairs."
"Ma'am." At this time, the butler hurried over from the side hall, "Someone just called and said they found Second Miss."
Song Jiuyue was startled.
Mrs. Song was overjoyed: "Really? Where is it?"
"Nancheng Times Light Factory."
"I'm going to see her!" Mrs. Song strode out of the living room without saying a word.
Song Jiuyue thought for a while and followed.
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At this time, Nancheng Times Light Factory.
Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou stood at the door of the hut.
Gu Yanhao looked indifferent, looking at the scene ahead, it was like looking at a dead pig.
Song Wuyou frowned slightly, although he had won the battlefield for eight years in his previous life.
But seeing Song Jiumei lying on the ground with her rotten body now, she still couldn't help but feel sick.
Song Jiumei was wearing white cropped pants and a sleeveless chiffon shirt.
The skin that can be seen has rotted, face, neck, arms, legs...
scary.
I saw her alive and well the day before yesterday, but she died today.
Moreover, the whole body is rotten.
She and Gu Yanhao were working in the company, and suddenly received a call from the bodyguard, saying that Song Jiumei was dead.
They rushed over from the company, thinking that Song Jiumei committed suicide by hitting a wall or biting her tongue.
Unexpectedly, she died so ugly.
Gu Yanhao questioned the bodyguards, but they all said that no one had ever entered except Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou.
Gu Yanhao thought of the news pushed by his mobile phone today, saying that Song Jiumei had syphilis.
Did he die from syphilis
Doesn't this disease cause death slowly
Two days ago, her skin was fine...
"Leave it." Gu Yanhao said to the bodyguard.
The bodyguards nodded.
Gu Yanhao tilted his head and looked at Song Wuyou, seeing Song Wuyou frowning tightly, looking at Song Jiumei.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Sad because of Song Jiumei's death
She really didn't want her to die, she just wanted to be locked up for thirty years, and she just wanted to torture her slowly.
I don't know if Song Jiumei's sudden death, as a younger sister, will be sad.
"It's nothing." Song Wuyou withdrew his gaze, raised his eyes, and glanced at Gu Yanhao, "Let's go."
"Yeah." Gu Yanhao took her hand habitually.
Song Wuyou was slightly stunned, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.
I don't know since when, he likes to hold her hand—
"Where is Song Jiumei?" Song Wuyou asked.
"Someone will come to clean her up."
"What if no one comes to clean up?"
"Let her be a lonely ghost."
"But, isn't this factory yours?" In this way, can he still want this factory
Gu Yanhao tilted his head, looked at her and smiled: "This is the most worthless factory."
"Oh." Rich people are different.