Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1135 Conspiracy

"Miss Song, you have an invitation letter."

Uncle Zhang handed the invitation letter to Song Yaoyao. The cover was black and gilded, low-key and luxurious.

I don't know when Song Yaoyao seemed to be back to normal. Then I remembered that her mobile phone was lost, and now I don’t know where it went. I was sluggish a few days ago, so I forgot to reissue a card.

It was also a success just now.

She had told Huo Jiu that if she couldn't find it, she would send her a message. If found, there is no need to reply.

She opened the invitation letter and smiled inexplicably.

Uncle Zhang didn't look at her smile as happy, but it didn't look like angry.

"Ms. Song is going? I will inform someone to come and prepare it for you."

Song Yaoya looked at the diligent Uncle Zhang, only to realize that Uncle Zhang was a lot older overnight, "Uncle Zhang, do you want me to go?"

Uncle Zhang laughed, "You are always bored at home, and occasionally go out and walk around, it is good to relax. I think Miss Tang and others should also receive the invitation letter, you will not be alone when you go."

maybe.

Song Yaoya closed the invitation letter, "Then go."

"Hey! I'll order someone to prepare for you!"

Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows with joy, and he hoped that Song Yaoya would come out. Don't Huo Yunque didn't find it, she dragged her body down first.

Song Yaoyao looked at his busy look and couldn't help but smile.

It will be ok.

She firmly believed.

"Song Yaoyao."

The gown was delivered directly to the home by the person in charge of the brand, and the manager in the professional suit used professional vocabulary to recommend Song Yaoyao.

The sudden sound interrupted everything.

"You go out first."

Song Wei squinted her eyes and watched Huo Ningxi drive people as soon as she came in. She snorted, "Huo Ningxi, don't force me to beat you."

She still remembered her last hatred. Although Huo Yunque vented her anger, it didn't mean that she had forgotten what happened that day.

Really an interesting person. After losing, he only knows to regret. Is there any use?

This--

It stands to reason that Song Yaoya is the gold master, but Huo Ningxi is the eldest master of the Huo family.

The two were tit-for-tat, letting a group of people come to send the dresses away, nor did they stay, standing awkwardly in place, trying to reduce their sense of existence so as not to be affected.

Huo Ningxi pursed her lips, and looked at Song Yaoyao deeply.

There was a faint pain on his back, and he suddenly asked, "Are you sure this question of mine, you want everyone present to hear it?"

"Then why do you think I really want to hear it? I'm looking at the dress, and now I invite you out."

Song Yaoya didn't have any politeness in her tone, and her eyes became extremely cold.

Huo Ningxi clenched his hands slowly, "Where is my uncle?"

"Of course it's a business trip, why?" Song Yaoya didn't even lift her eyelids, let alone nervous. She curled her lips, and the light was shining on the pink jade skin, the most delicate color, "What is your uncle? , It's your turn?"

This is the truth, although it is hard to hear.

The several managers standing by all nodded secretly. Indeed, compared with Mr. Huo, Master Huo was far worse.

"Is it?"

When Huo Ningxi heard these words, he suddenly smiled with unknown meaning, turned and left.

"Are you going to attend Zhongli's dinner too? Let's go together."

Song Yaoya directly ignored what he was saying, and pointed a dress casually.

Immediately afterwards, the manager who sent the dresses praised Song Yaoyao for his vision, with all kinds of nice words, and the others followed suit.

Song Yaoya looked down at the tea in the cup, but didn't respond.

The night came soon.

Song Yaoyao looked at herself in the mirror.

Compared to two years ago, her facial features are open. A little bit of immaturity faded, becoming coquettish. Like her, but not like her.

Admiration flashed in the makeup artist's eyes, "Miss Song is the most unique person I have ever seen."

This praise is completely sincere. As a well-known makeup artist in China, he has also put makeup on many big-name celebrities. As far as the entertainment industry is concerned, that is where handsome men and beauties gather. But adding up all of them, I couldn't find someone like Song Yaoyao.

If you use popular words on the Internet to describe it, then about Mo is pure and lust.

When he saw this word before, he sneered completely. I think that those who are illiterate and create words randomly, how can two completely opposite temperaments appear in the same person at the same time.

Up to this moment, he believed it.

"Very beautiful, thank you."

Song Yaoya stood up, her dress was a long white dress with shiny diamonds inlaid on the suspenders. The fabric of the skirt is also very special, with the sequins nailed by hand, as if the fabric came to life and breathed.

In addition to her rugged figure, the slit of the long skirt reaches to the thigh, and a pair of high heels with thin straps are stepped under her feet.

The long, straight white legs are looming in the skirt.

It is indeed beautiful, completely different from her previous style.

Song Yaoya suddenly laughed into the mirror. She picked up the phone and logged in to WeChat. I turned on the camera and took a selfie with myself from a good angle.

No p-picture, straight out from the front, it's **** enough.

Yaoyao: [Picture] Brother, I am going to the dinner today. Do you think my clothes look good?

Yaoyao: Knowing that if you are there, you must be jealous again

Yaoyao: If you can't bear it, come back quickly, I'll wait for you

Yaoyao: Hurry up, there are many people chasing me. If you don't come back, I will empathize with you!

The message that was sent out seemed to have fallen to the sea without movement.

Song Yaoya put down the phone and blinked slightly.

The makeup artist standing on the side seemed to see a mist of water in those beautiful eyes. But when she took a closer look, there was nothing left.

"Miss Song, the car is already waiting at the door, you should leave."

The makeup artist put the shawl on Song Yaoyao and tidied it up for her.

Beautiful but not tacky.

She was feasting her eyes today.

Huo Ningxi was standing by the car, and when the pretty and slim figure appeared in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, "I will help you."

Unlike her previous dress, she seems to have grown up overnight, with a variety of styles, and become a real woman.

Song Yaoya avoided him, bent over and got into the car.

Uncle Zhang silently looked at Huo Ningxi's courtesy, his eyes dimmed.

"Miss Song, go early and return early and drink less. The driver is waiting outside and can take you home at any time. Be safe."

Uncle Zhang intimately closed the door for Song Yaoyao, caring.

"I know," Song Yaoyao smiled slightly, "Don't worry."

Huo Ningxi was locked outside the car, he smiled and looked at Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, I haven't gotten into the car yet."

Uncle Zhang instructed the driver to drive, and then straightened up smiling, "Young Master, there is a car next to me. Your husband is not here, and Ms. Song is your aunt. It is not suitable for you to sit together."

(End of this chapter)