Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

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, fruits, etc. on the coffee table, looked depressed, and replied: "Where is my mother?"

Song Ya saw Nan Ling's indifferent 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, he 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 biggest mockery to 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.

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

"Send it right away."

Song Ya and Li Mo both looked towards the door.

"Is this that one?"

Faith still understood what I meant, so he explained: "He said it."

"The color depends on her."

It was quiet outside the house. When Song Ya heard the heavy words over there, she came back to her senses, looked at her son who was retreating quickly, smiled and stretched out her hand to greet: "Is it him? I scared you. Song Ling, come over slowly, Let me look at your clothes."

Song Ya's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand: "Take a look."

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.

You touched the edge of the skirt and said with a smile: "You have fair skin, you look bad in that color!"

"Ma'am, how about that one?"

The Nan family servants around looked at her with ridicule.

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, is it suitable for Momo?"

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."

Nan Ling looked aside 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 and comforted Li Mo, who was embarrassed: "He will put on his makeup first, and you go back to help him choose clothes." Song Ling's eyes were as cold as stars, and he wanted to give Song Ya face in front of everyone. But he still had a way to praise her. After stepping down, he took Song Ya's arm and said solemnly: "Mom, you have nothing to say to him."

Song Ya was too satisfied and 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?"

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upstairs.

The laughter and laughter outside the house suddenly stopped.

It made Li Mo chuckle frequently, feeling so uncomfortable.

Song Ya could only pretend not to notice, and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened. She commanded like the mistress of the house: "Move quickly. Don't just stand there. You should be cleaning. What are you doing!"

The young man who had been 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 could feel your relaxation, loudly. Comforting: "Sister Li, your lip gloss is still dry, so it's going to be stained."

"You go out and talk."