Fake daughters are wealthy

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Song." Li Mo lowered her eyes, very sensible and well-behaved.

"Ah."

Song Ling responded with satisfaction, and followed Nan Ling out.

……

Outside the hallway.

Nan Ling stopped first and turned to face his mother. Considering that there were still people below, he tried his best to restrain his tone: "Mom, are you going to take her to your aunt's birthday party?"

"What's your name?" Song Ling has always been well protected, even though she is almost 50, she still maintains the innocence of a girl in terms of interpersonal communication.

She didn't see Nan Ling's whole body resisting, and cast a reproachful look: "Li Mo is your younger sister, why are you so stingy as an older brother?"

Nan Ling was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched, instead of getting entangled with her unrelated relatives, he asked straightforwardly, "Does Dad agree?"

Song Ling was upset: "What do you mean?"

Li Mo specially asked the makeup artist to modify the eye makeup part according to her own ideas, and the slightly slanted eye shape weakened the feminine temperament brought by that body.

Li Mo deliberately imitated Nanling's style after a change, adding a pink feather dress skirt from the Xiangjia show. The long skirt covers your ankles, revealing your fair legs.

Thinking that today's birthday party would not have many distinguished guests, and her father would be quite busy, Song Ling felt that it would be inappropriate to disturb Nanzhengyu with such a 'big event'.

"Mom." Nan Ling didn't know how to reason with her.

Anyone who is a little unfamiliar with Nanling will find out there that Li Mo's appearance today does not imitate Nanling's usual style.

Song Ling heard Nanmu's angry tone outside, pressed her swollen temples, and dragged her legs upstairs.

Nan Ling hesitated to speak.

In his educational concept, women should be respected. He told Song Ling about Li Mo's flirtatious operation before, and asking him to say it again, somewhat violated the western gentleman's education etiquette he had received.

……

"Bad."

"I don't care. You help him choose clothes. When they are broken, he will try them on."

Song Ling really didn't want to hear him say: "That's the decision, if you don't want to see Momo, you don't have to go with us."

Qiao Nian and Li Mo's voices could be heard outside the room.

Gong Xue suppressed his boredom a little, said 'hmm', and said to Song Ya: "You go out and wait for them, and call you if something goes wrong."

Her words were irritating.

"Aunt Song, cousin Song Ling, am I coming back?"

Your hair has been carefully braided into an elegant bun with diamond hair accessories underneath to accentuate your stunning complexion.

"Hey." Song Ya agreed to come up.

"What am I doing back here?"

While I was thinking outside my heart, if I wanted to tell my father.

Song Ling turned her head back when she left, and went inside to breathe first.

"Song Ling." Song Ya saw the young man coming up from downstairs with a sullen face, standing up and calling for someone.

"Cousin, yes yes yes..."

But your eyes, specially modified by a makeup artist, are very similar to Nanling. From the shape of the eyes to the eyes, you have no trace of imitation.

Let you lose a sense of uniqueness from others.

Li Mo's voice stopped abruptly.

A big time passed.

Song Ling didn't see that he was not happy, and continued: "Your father didn't say no to my taking Momo with your aunt."

"It looks bad!" Gong Xueyou realized that he was right, and when he saw Li Mo coming out of the cloakroom to change into worn clothes, his eyes lit up and he praised him.Gong Xue's personal styling team finally finished styling Li Mo.

Nan Ling was overwhelmed by the words for a moment, and watched Song Ling turn around and go back to the room.