Fake daughters are wealthy

Seeing Nan Ling coming home, Song Ya quickly got up and greeted her warmly: "Nan Ling, you're back? Why didn't you say anything?"

Nanling glanced at the coffee and fruit on the coffee table, and replied with a dull expression, "Where's my mother?"

Song Ya saw Nanling's indifferent attitude towards her, and she didn't know how to put her hands and feet, so she could only laugh awkwardly, and pointed upstairs: "She is helping Momo choose the dress up there."

Without saying a word, Nan Ling walked past her and went upstairs.

During this period, I never called her.

Song Ya watched him pass by her, her face flustered with embarrassment, her neck stiffened and she watched his back disappear at the top of the stairs.

The eyes of the Nan family servants around were undoubtedly the greatest mockery to her.

Song Ya took a deep breath with a stiff expression, tried not to look so embarrassed, and yelled domineeringly at the servant to hurry up.

"Where's my fruit tea? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

"Send it right away."

Song Ya and Li Mo Qi looked towards the door.

"Is that the one?"

Faith still understood what I meant, and explained, "He said."

"The color depends on her."

It was already quiet outside the house, but Song Ya heard the repeated words over there, she came back to her senses, looked at her son who was walking back quickly, smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Is it him? You're startled. Song Ling, come over slowly, Show me your clothes."

Song Ya's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand: "Look."

When Nan Ling went up, he saw that the private styling team hired by his mother was doing Li Mo's hair. One of the makeup artists was still whispering in her ear while applying foundation with a brush.

You touched the edge of the skirt and said with a smile: "Your skin is fair, she looks bad in that color!"

"How about that one, ma'am?"

The surrounding Nan family servants looked at her with mocking eyes.

You asked the stylist to show off Xiangjia's old style in front of Song Ling like a treasure, and asked happily: "What does he think of that one? Bad or bad, is it suitable for Momo?"

The stylist dutifully selected out of a bunch of dresses the old styles of Xiangjia's current season, and displayed them in front of you: "That's wrong, you think it suits Sister Li's temperament very well. Take a look."

Nanling looked aside again, and saw my mother and the stylist standing behind a row of dresses picking out clothes.

Song Ya looked at her son, turned her head to comfort Li Mo, who was cramped and said: "He puts on his makeup first, and you help him choose clothes later." Song Ling's eyes were like cold stars, and she wanted to save Song Ya in front of everyone. But there was no way to compliment her, so she took Song Ya's arm and said in a loud voice, "Mom, you have nothing to say to him."

Song Ya was too satisfied to put it back: "That style looks too good on her."

Song Ling went out first.

At that time, no one noticed Song Ling at the door, and shouted: "Nando?"

**

upstairs.

The laughter outside the house stopped suddenly.

It made Li Mo chuckle frequently, feeling very uncomfortable.

Song Ya couldn't tell by her sheepskin, she sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and commanded like the mistress of the house: "Hurry up. Don't just stand there, you should clean up, what are you doing!"

The young man who was originally leaning on the back of the chair and enjoying the service of the top styling team sat up tight, his eyes followed Song Ling, and his fingers were clenched tightly. Even the makeup artist who put on your makeup felt your relaxation, loudly Soothe: "Sister Li, your lip gloss is still dry, it's going to fade."

"Go out and talk."