Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song nodded with no worries: “Yes. ”

And Lady Earl laughed, “Are you worry-free? ”

Song was not surprised: “Do you believe? ”

"My instinct tells me you are. ”

Song Wuoxiao smiled: “If you say yes, so be it. ”

Mrs. Kerr's eyes quickly swept past a complex emotion that Song could not detect without concern.

“I wonder if you could help me design a cheongsam. ”

Song nodded worryingly: “Sure, but I can't promise to make it, you'll be happy. ”

Mrs. Kerr: “You've done such a good job with vintage dresses, I'm sure you'll look good with your cheongsam. ”

Song Wuoguan smiled, not necessarily.

The dress for Makoto is the one she wore in her past life.

But cheongsam, is popular in the late Qing dynasty to this day.

Gu Zheng turned around and saw Mrs. Yil talking to Song without worries.

His eyes sank and his eyebrows picked slightly.

……

As soon as Song Jiuyue returned to the lounge, the door was unlocked.

Song Yumei, who came in with her, said with hatred: "Who is there to worry about? Why did you send the dress at a critical time? ”

Song Jiuyue's face was pale and her eyes were red. As if she hadn't heard what Song Jiumei had said, she mumbled: “Master Gu... why did Master Gu tear me apart? ”

He said that the right to sell dresses is for Gu's death?

Song Jingmei took a complex look at Song Jingyue and saw how sad she looked, she was a little heartbroken.

She asked carefully, "Sister, wouldn't there be any worries? ”

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence to send a dress at a critical moment?

Moreover, all those invited have arrived, the yachts have sailed and the gifts can be delivered, only by helicopter or yacht.

But there were no helicopters, no other boats approaching, and that gift had already arrived.

“How is that possible!” Song Jiuyue stared at Song Jiumei with a sigh of anger: "Song Jiuyue's arrogant woman, if she would make a dress like that, I would kneel down to her! ”

“ …… ”

“No worries should be the designer's stage name. ”

“ …… ”

“She was supposed to be at the party, she was supposed to be confused, and I said I designed the dress, so I asked the board to bring up the gift box and embarrass me.” Song Jiuyue's eyes are cold: “If I knew who she was, I would have dug her eyes! ”

“ …… ”

Song Jiuyue's expression twisted and said harshly: “Young Master Gu was fascinated by Song Wuxi. If it wasn't for Song Wuxi, what happened today, Gu Xiao would definitely save face for me. ”

“Sure, I hate Song no worries. Sister, I brought the medicine.” Song Yumei's eyes swept past a poison.

Song Jiuyue looked at her: “Where's the room? You got it? ”

“Arranged, I told Makoto that you were in a bad mood to rest and she arranged a room for you to go to. ”

Song Jiuyue's eyes were cold and poisonous. “I don't want anything to go to the house, I want Song not to worry about being ugly. ”

“I'm going to implement our plan now.” Song Yumei said.

“Go on.” Song Jiuyue rubbed a tear in the corner of his eyes.

“Okay.” Song Jiumei opened the door and went out.

Song Yumei's back message was behind the corridor, Pastoral tall figure, coming out of the other room.

He stood there, the warm peachy eyes, had become cold, looking cold at the door of Song Jiuyue's lounge...

The waiter came to Sung without worries.

Song Wuxi called him, “Give me a cup of flower tea. ”

The waiter laughed: "Okay, what flowers would you like? ”

“Daisy. ”