Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

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

"Um."

Song Ling responded with satisfaction and followed Nan Ling out.

…

Outside the corridor.

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

"What are you talking about?" Song Ling has always been well protected. Even though she is almost 50 years old, she still maintains the innocence and looseness of a girl when it comes to interpersonal relationships.

She didn't notice that Nan Ling was resisting, so she looked angrily: "Li Mo is your sister, how can you, a brother, be so stingy?"

Nan Ling was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. Instead of dwelling on her irreconcilable relationship, he asked directly: "Does Dad agree?"

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

Li Mo specially asked the makeup artist to modify the eye makeup according to her own ideas. The slightly downward eye shape enhanced the delicate temperament brought by her outfit.

Li Mo deliberately imitated Nan Ling's style after the change. She added a pink feather dress from the Xiangjia show. The long skirt covered your ankles and exposed your fair leg lines.

But thinking that there would be many distinguished guests at today's birthday party and his father would be very busy, Song Ling felt that it would be inappropriate to bother Nanzhengyu with such a 'big event'.

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

Anyone who is slightly unfamiliar with Nan Ling will notice that Li Mo's appearance today does not imitate Nan Ling's usual style.

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

Nan Ling hesitated to speak.

He was taught to respect women. He had told Song Ling about Li Mo's sexual behavior once before, and asking him to tell her again was somewhat contrary to the etiquette he had been taught by Western gentlemen.

…

"bad."

"It's up to me. You help him choose clothes. When they break, he will try them on."

Song Ling really didn't want to hear what he said: "That's it. If you don't want to see Momo, you don't have to come with us."

The voices of Qiao Nian and Li Mo could also be heard outside the room.

Gong Xue suppressed his depressed mood for a while, said 'hmm', and said to Song Ya: "Go out and wait for them. I'll call you if something goes wrong."

What she said was aggravating.

"Aunt Song, cousin Song Ling, should I withdraw?"

Your hair is carefully braided into an elegant bun, embellished with diamond hair accessories, which highlights your outstanding appearance.

"Eh." Song Ya agreed and came up.

"Why should I retreat?"

I was thinking about what I should tell my father.

Song Ling turned around before leaving and went inside to get some fresh air.

"Song Ling." Song Ya saw the young man coming up from downstairs with a sullen face, then stood up and called someone.

"Cousin, yes, yes..."

But your eyes, specially modified by a makeup artist, are very similar to Nan Ling's. From the shape of the eyes to the look in your eyes, you have no trace of imitation.

It gives you a less unique sense of being different from others.

Li Mo's voice stopped suddenly.

A big time has passed.

Song Ling didn't notice that he was unhappy and continued: "Your father didn't say he didn't agree with me taking Momo and your aunt together."

"It looks bad!" Gong Xueyou realized that he was right. When he saw Li Mo coming out of the cloakroom to change into bad clothes, he praised him without blinking. Gong Xue's personal styling team finally finished styling Li Mo.

Nan Ling was at a loss for a moment and watched Song Ling turn around and go back to the room.