Gu Yanhao walked over, his eyes became deeper and deeper, he stared at Song Wuyou's face coldly.
Song Wuyou's scalp tingled from seeing him.
She put down the teacup, raised her small face, her eyes were sparkling, watery.
Gu Yanhao stood in front of her, pinched her chin lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's you!"
Song Wuyou knowingly asked: "What am I?"
Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows: "Song Wuyou, stop acting!"
Song Wuyou smiled: "I really like acting."
"Today's costume contest, model No. 78 is you!" With an affirmative tone.
Xu Jing, who was silent on the side, looked at Song Wuyou in surprise.
Today's game was live, and she watched it on TV.
The number 78 is so beautiful, how could it be Miss
Xu Jing stared at the recyclable paper bag next to Song Wuyou, could it be that skirt
"So what?" Song Wuyou took his hand away.
It's really annoying, pinching her chin at every turn.
A hint of surprise flashed in Gu Yanhao's eyes: "You really designed that suit?"
Such an amazing skirt, let alone an unprofessional designer, even a top designer may not design it so perfectly.
Her hairstyle and shoes were perfectly matched. From the moment she appeared on the stage, he knew that she was the champion.
"I said no, would you believe it?" Song Wuyou smiled sweetly.
Gu Yanhao looked at her with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and reached out to take the bag next to her.
Song Wuyou glanced at the bag and didn't stop it.
Gu Yanhao opened the bag and saw that it was the skirt, the headdress, and the shoes.
"Song Wuyou, when did you learn how to design clothes?" Gu Yanhao asked coldly.
Song Wuyou looked relaxed, "Design depends on inspiration, you can learn it as soon as inspiration comes, and you don't need to learn."
"The tone is quite crazy."
"I've always been arrogant and arrogant, but it's not that Young Master Gu doesn't know."
Gu Yanhao put down the bag, pinched Song Wuyou's chin again, and looked at her with a half-smile, "Who the hell are you?"
When Xu Jing heard this, she looked at them in surprise. When did this happen
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao calmly, "I am the arrogant Song Wuyou, Song Nan's illegitimate daughter, the wife you hate."
"You are... a different person from before."
Song Wuyou smiled and said, "Your attitude towards me is completely different from before...?"
Gu Yanhao curled his lips, "You managed to make me look different."
"Thanks."
Gu Yanhao let go of Song Wuyou's chin, came to the sofa opposite her, and sat down lazily
He crossed his legs, and a beautiful arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you choose the company to sell the sales rights of the skirt?"
In this way, she can make a lot of money.
Song Wuyou smoothed her hair down to her chest, and said calmly, "I haven't thought about it yet, and I don't think about it. I'm participating in the competition, but I don't want Song Jiuyue to win the championship."
"..."
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao with a smile, "Because of me, the Gu family can't win the championship, don't you hate me?"
"Boring question."
Song Wuyou blinked, bored
Gu Yanhao looked at her coldly, "Without you, the Gu family would not be able to win the championship."
Gu's only won the third place, while Anmei Group won the second place.
If Song Wuyou didn't show up, the champion would be Anmei Group.
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao, "How can I say that the Gu family has won the award, and the designer has the greatest credit. At this time, shouldn't you be celebrating with Song Jiuyue?"