Chapter 138: Implement our plan

Song Wuxi nodded: "Yes."
Mrs. Harle laughed and asked: "Is it carefree?"
Song Wuxi was amazed: "Do you believe?"
Mrs. Charles smiled: "My instinct tells me that you are."
Song Wuxiao smiled and said: "You said yes, it is."
In the eyes of Mrs. Seoul, she quickly swept through a complex emotion that Song could not detect.
"I don't know, can you please help me design a cheongsam?"
Song Wuxi nodded: "Of course, but I can't promise to make it, you will be satisfied."
Mrs. Seoul: "You have done so well with retro skirts. I believe that the cheongsam you made must also look good."
Song Wu wor smile, not necessarily.
The skirt that was given to the animal husbandry was the style she had worn in her previous life.
However, cheongsam was popular in the late Qing Dynasty.
Gu Yu turned and saw that Mrs. Er was talking to Song.
He was sunk and his sword was slightly picked.
......
When Song Yiyue returned to the lounge, he locked the door.
Song Yimei, who came in with her, hated and said: "Who is carefree? Why send the skirt at a crucial moment?"
Song Yuyue was pale and her eyes were red. She did not hear what Song Yongmei said. He murmured: "Gu Shao... Why did Gu Shao take me apart?"
He said that the sales right of the skirt is Gu's death?
Song Yongmei looked at Song Haoyue intricately and saw her sadness. She was somewhat distressed.
She cautiously asked: "Big sister, can you be carefree without worry?"
Otherwise, how can it be so clever, at the crucial moment, send the skirt.
Moreover, all the invited people arrived, the yachts have already been opened to the sea, gifts can be sent, only by helicopter or yacht to catch up.
But there were no helicopters and no other ships approaching. The gift was already sent.
"How is it possible!" Song Yuyue sighed with enthusiasm to Song Yumei: "Song Wu worry that arrogant woman, if I would make such a skirt, I would bow to her!"
"..."
"No worries should be the name of the designer."
"..."
"She should also be at the party, it should not be pleasing to the eye. I said that the dress was designed by me. I specially let the director take the gift box and make me lose face." Song Haoyue looked cold and cold: "If you know who she is, I will Must have dug her eyes!"
"..."
Song Yuyue’s expression was distorted, and he said in a haze:
Gu Shao was fascinated by Song Wushou. If it’s not Song Worry, what happened today, Gu Shao will definitely save face for me.

"It must be, I hate Song Wushou. Big sister, I brought the medicine." Song Yumei passed a poisonous sputum.
Song Yuyue looked at her: "What about the room? Is it arranged?"
"Arranged, I told my husband that you are in a bad mood to rest, she arranged for you to go to the house."
Song Haoyue’s eyes were cold and poisonous.
I don’t want to go to the house. I want Song to be ugly.

"I will implement our plan now." Song Yongmei said.
"Come on." Song Yiyue wiped the tears in his eyes.
"Good." Song Yumei opened the door.
Song Yumei’s back message was behind the corridor, and the tall figure of Mugo came out from another room.
He stood there, the gentle peach eyes, had become cold, and looked coldly at the door of the Song Yueyue lounge...
The waiter came to the face of Song Wushou.
Song worries and stopped him, "Give me a cup of tea."
The waiter smiled and said: "Okay, what flowers do you want?"
"chrysanthemum."