The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 165 The wealthy eldest lady who was taken the wrong way (22) 2200+ words

   "Qinghuan, anyway, you will only stay for one night and leave after your birthday. Would you mind staying in the maid’s room?"

  Song Qianqian was wearing a white nightdress, her beautiful face was full of guilt, but the provocation deep in her eyes did not escape Su Qinghuan’s eyes.

  Su Qinghuan coldly put down her luggage, she raised her head indifferently, and looked at Song Qianqian's malicious eyes.

   "Do you want me to live in a maid's room? Do you think this is appropriate?"

   "Qinghuan, I didn’t mean that... You misunderstood me, I didn’t mean that you only deserve to live in the servant’s room..."

  Song Qianqian bit the corner of her lip pretentiously, her expressions were innocent and weak.

   "It's just now almost ten o'clock in the evening. Anyway, you won't stay at home for too long. Can't you just wrong you temporarily? You are the most forgiving..."

   "I'm sorry, I am born with a small belly and chicken intestines, so I care about everything."

  Su Qinghuan spread out her hands like a bully.

  "I always don't like other people putting words like "Virgin Mary" on my head. Since Miss Song, you are so kind, lovely and generous, why don't you go to the maid's room and give me your room?"

Su Qinghuan would not do things like harming oneself and others, unless that person is worth it.

  The white lotus flower, like Song Qianqian, the mother of saints, damages the teeth of others, but opposes revenge and advocates tolerance, which is ridiculously hypocritical.

  ……

   "You, let me move out——"

  Song Qianqian's eyes widened in disbelief.

   Seeing Father Song and Song Zilang heard the movement coming over, she ran towards the two men with a grievance face, tears on her face, as if she was about to drop a few pearls at any time.

  "Dad, brother, Qinghuan, she is so unreasonable. It's too late today. I advised her to stay in the servant's room for one night, but she must let me give her my room!"

   "Dad, I don't want to live in the maid's room, it's so dirty and messy...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

  Song Qianqian cried as he spoke. The reddish tail of his eyes really interprets the words "Pear Flower with Rain" to the extreme.

  Father Song felt distressed all at once.

  How could his precious daughter live in such a dusty place? !

  ……

  Song Zhenhua glared at Su Qinghuan fiercely, thinking that this biological daughter was just a troublesome spirit who had nothing to look for!

  "Su Qinghuan, do you still have any education? Qianqian kindly wants to take you to a birthday party. You actually avenge your revenge and let Qianqian live in the servant's room. Don't you feel ashamed?"

   "She lived in my room, why should I be ashamed?"

  Song Zilang also frowned upon hearing this, he held Song Qianqian distressedly, and the look in Su Qinghuan's eyes was rather unkind.

   "How can it be your room!"

   Seeing that the Song family wanted to deny it, the girl in front of her who was wearing a simple white T and jeans sneered coldly.

   "You keep saying that I robbed her of her birthday party. I want to be tolerant and grateful for her willingness to take me back for her birthday. Then, who is the biological daughter of the Song family?"

"Song Qianqian took possession of the magpie's nest by herself, and enjoyed 17 years of glory in the name of the daughter of the Song family. Everything about her should have been mine. Just because she was willing to co-host a birthday party with me, I would be grateful to her. What is the reason for this?"

  Su Qinghuan paused, she reached out to Song Qianqian, her clear apricot eyes were full of sarcasm.

  "She disliked the messy and messy house of the servants, but she was so embarrassed to tell me not to care about it. You people say that benevolence, justice and morality are good for me. Then, can you not even clean up my room in advance?"

"Song Zilang, I ask you, if you didn’t go home for a month, even if you were the one who was wrongly held, and learned that your own room was used as a utility room, your attitude would be much better than mine. ?"

  Father Song was so angry that his nose was crooked!

   "You are a strong word!"

  No matter what Su Qinghuan said, people's hearts are biased.

  One is the biological daughter who is left out and is very ordinary in all aspects, and the other is the carefully cared and excellent adopted daughter. Of course, he cares more about Song Qianqian's feelings!

  ……

  And as a young man in his twenties, Song Zilang is obviously better in empathy than Song's father.

  Song Zilang, who was arguing for Song Qianqian, was immediately silent.

  When he heard Su Qinghuan’s questioning, Song Zilang subconsciously made the assumption that the wrong person was himself. He found that he really couldn’t be so rational!

   may even be far more resentful and out of control than Su Qinghuan today!

  Song Zilang did not know why, at this moment, seeing Song Qianqian's rainy face, he felt a little embarrassed. He guilty of pulling back his arm around Song Qianqian, showing guilt.

   "Dad, don't blame Su... Qinghuan."

  At this moment, he inexplicably understood Su Qinghuan’s feelings. Song Zilang felt ashamed and wanted to be a little better to this sister who had blood relatives.

  Song Zilang looked harsh.

   "Dad, who is in charge of arranging Qinghuan's accommodation? I know that the birthday party is about to be held, why not tidy up her room in advance?"

  Birthday party will be at noon tomorrow, and an open-air banquet will be held in the garden of Song's family. So the makeup artist and others all come to do the styling in the morning. This allows Su Qinghuan to stay overnight.

  Accordingly, these are small things, and someone should have arranged them long ago!

  Who knows that the underlings of the Song family are so arrogant and ill-informed, so neglect this unloved Miss Song family!

  ……

  Song Qianqian didn't expect Song Zilang to get to the bottom of it this way, she panicked and quickly tangled her fingers.

  "Brother, I’m sorry...I’m responsible for this matter. I once told it to Butler Wu. Maybe it was the birthday banquet at home recently. Butler Wu was too busy and forgot it for a while."

   "Steward Wu?!"

  Song Zilang was taken aback, inexplicably, it emerged that Steward Wu had complained about Su Qinghuan's foster mother, Yang Hua. Something flashed in his heart quickly, but he couldn't grasp the point.

  ……

  Father Song didn’t care about Su Qinghuan’s life or death at all. He was too lazy to take care of such trivial matters and went straight upstairs.

  And under Song Zilang's instruction, soon, butler Wu was summoned over.

  Wu Fugui has been an old man in the Song family for more than ten years. He knows the whole story. It was Song Qianqian who instructed him to ignore Su Qinghuan’s return.

  As a result, he also had a hypocritical apology on his face, and he casually handed a cup of tea over.

   "I'm sorry, Miss Su, this matter is because Wu is too old and forgetful, but it's so late today, Miss Su, please feel wronged, don't make us difficult to do as servants."

  Su Qinghuan looked at this steward Wu’s disgusting face, she thought of the crying adoptive mother at home.

   "Forgetfulness?"

  The little fox sneered, and directly overturned the tea that the opponent had handed over, and threw it at his feet!

  "Sorry, the Song family paid you to come here, not for you to eat plain rice!"

   "Even the cup of tea is cold, and the house is not cleaned up. Why don't you just say that you are old and want to resign?"

"you--"

  Steward Wu didn’t expect that after staying in Song’s house for more than ten years, he would be asked to get out of Song’s house by a little girl!

  Steward Wu wants to ask Song Zilang for help.

  "Young Master, look at Miss Su's temper, I..."

   However, Song Zilang was staring at the overturned cup of cold tea, not feeling it.

  He had never received this kind of treatment in the Song family, but Su Qinghuan, who was a compatriot, was...

   "Apologize to my sister!"

  "Young Master, you?"

  Steward Wu stared in disbelief. Song Zilang had only admitted to having a younger sister before!

  (End of this chapter)