Seeing Nan Ling return home, Song Ya quickly stood up and greeted her warmly: "Nan Ling, are you back? Why didn't you say anything?"
Nan Ling glanced at the coffee and fruits on the coffee table, looked indifferent, and responded: "Where is my mother?"
Song Ya saw Nan Ling's cold attitude towards her, and she didn't know what to do. She could only laugh and pointed upstairs: "She is helping Momo choose a dress up there."
Without saying a word, Nan Ling went straight around her and went upstairs.
During this time, I never called her.
Song Ya watched him pass her by, her face flushed with heat, her neck stiffened as she watched him disappear at the top of the stairs.
The looks from the Nan family servants around her were undoubtedly the greatest mockery of her.
Song Ya took a deep breath with a stiff expression, trying to make herself look less embarrassed, and shouted domineeringly to the servant to hurry up and take it easy.
"Where's my fruit tea? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"
"Send it right away."
The young man who was leaning against the back of the chair to enjoy the services of the top styling team sat upright. His eyes followed Song Ling, and he clenched his fingers tightly. Even the makeup artist who applied your makeup felt your relaxation, loudly.
Comforting: "Sister Li, your lip gloss is still dry, so it may become stained."
Song Ling's eyes were as cold as stars. He wanted to give Song Ya face in front of everyone, but he also had a way of praising her. He stepped down and took Lan Zhu's arm and said loudly: "Mom, you have nothing to say to him."
The Nan family servants around her looked at her with ridicule.
Song Ya and Li Mo both looked towards the door.
The laughter and laughter outside suddenly stopped.
It made Li Mo chuckle frequently, feeling so uncomfortable.
Song Ya looked at her son, turned her head and comforted Li Mo, who was embarrassed: "He will put on his makeup first, and you go back to help him choose clothes." Song Ya's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand: "Take a look."
Song Ya still understood what I meant, so she explained: "He said it."
"Ma'am, how about that one?"
The stylist conscientiously selected the old models of the Xiang family from the pile of dresses and displayed them in front of you: "That one is wrong. You think it suits Sister Li's temperament very well. Take a look."
You touched the edge of your skirt and said with a smile: "You have fair skin, so you would look bad in that color!"
Lanzhu went out first.
"Is this that one?"
"The color isn't there yet."
"You go out and talk."
upstairs.
You asked the stylist to show off Xiangjia's current season's old models in front of Song Ling like a treasure, and asked happily: "What does he think of that one? Does it look bad, or is it suitable for Momo?"
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Song Ya was too satisfied and put it back: "That style is too small."
When Nan Ling went up, she saw that the private styling team hired by her mother was styling Li Mo's hair. One of the makeup artists was whispering in her ear while applying foundation with a brush.
Nan Ling looked aside and saw my mother and the stylist standing behind a row of dresses, picking out clothes.
[Search "Spring Gift" on Xiaoxiang APP and new users will receive 500 book coins, and old users will receive 200 book coins] It was quiet outside the house. Song Ya heard the heavy words over there, came back to her senses, and looked at her son who was retreating quickly.
, smiled and stretched out her hand to say hello: "Is it him? I scared you. Song Ling came over slowly and helped you look at your clothes."
Song Ya could only pretend not to notice, and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened. She gave instructions like the mistress of the house: "Move quickly. Don't just stand there. You should be cleaning. What are you doing!"
At that time, no one noticed Song Ling at the door and shouted: "Nando?"