Chapter 854

Just when she was too nervous to go out, there was a knock on the door, which made her tense mood even more tense!

"Who?"

"Mom, are you up?" It's Pei Xiuyuan's voice.

"Just got up. What's the matter?" She didn't open the door, because she hasn't done a good job in heart building.

"Don't you always like Mies? I asked her to make today's look for you. Can we go in? " Pei Xiuyuan said outside the door, a mysterious face, in addition to indifferent or indifferent.

Song Qianying didn't want to open the door, but Pei Xiuyuan took so much trouble to invite all the famous Mies stylists to her home to do the modeling for her. It's unreasonable that she doesn't open the door, which makes people suspicious!

So he went to open the door.

It's Mies. She's here.

"Mrs. Pei, long time no see." Miss is a new stylist twenty years ago. She is very popular with song Qianying. Every time there is a banquet, she is asked to help her with modeling. Now she is a famous stylist.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. At the beginning, I said you were promising. You are really promising!" Song Qianying couldn't help praising.

"Mrs. Pei is flattering."

"Mom, you talk. I'll go out first." Pei Xiuyuan said in a light voice.

"Good." Song Qianying is eager for him to leave.

"Mrs. Pei, I've heard about your legend. You are really blessed. You used to have a husband who loved you, but now you have a son who is so filial to you. There are really few luckier people in this world than you!" Mies praised.

Song Qianying laughed a few times.

"Madam, I've got some suits for you. You can see which one you like." Miss asked her assistant to push the shelf in and choose clothes for song Qianying.

"You see that suit suits me better." Song Qianying is really not in the mood to choose this one today.

"Then I'll match it for you, madam." Mies helped her match it.

In Pei Xiuyuan's room

Lu man changed his clothes and came out. He saw Pei Xiuyuan standing on the balcony and looking out. His back looked as if he was surrounded by a dark fog. There was a sense of inexplicable sadness, and it was heavy and oppressive, which made people gasp for breath.

She stepped forward.

As if he had not heard her footsteps, he still stood and gazed into the distance like a beautiful statue.

"Husband..." Lu man doesn't like to see him like this, which makes her feel like being excluded. She hugs him from behind and wants to drive him away.

She hugged Pei Xiuyuan and held her hand on his waist.

"What's the matter, wife?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"I'm in a bad mood." Pei Xiuyuan said it directly.

"What's going to happen today?" Lu man felt that something big was going to happen on her mother-in-law's birthday. She could feel that their mother and son were very nervous.

"Yes." Pei Xiuyuan's answer is very simple.

"What's going to happen?"

"My mother is going to join forces with outsiders to kill us today." Pei Xiuyuan's voice is very light, light without a trace of emotional ups and downs, but Lu man can feel his deep sorrow, that thick sorrow can not be opened.

"Xiuyuan..." Lu man hugs him tightly, distressed can't speak, don't know how to comfort him.

Always like this, when she is injured, he can say all kinds of words to comfort her, can let her out of the pain quickly, but she is so incompetent, nothing can help him!

"This is the last chance." Pei Xiuyuan looked at the distance, holding her hand strength increased a bit.

"Some people don't deserve more opportunities." Lu man knows that he can't change song Qianying.

"I know." So this is the last chance. He didn't intend to do that. He wanted to play with them more, but he found that he didn't like the game. He didn't want to play any more. He just wanted to finish it quickly and let those annoying people disappear from his life.

"You have us." This sentence became Luman's most common one after his mother's return.

"Well." Later, he only cared about them.

As expected, MIS is the most famous stylist in Haicheng, who makes song Qianying look ten years younger than usual.

"I can't believe my eyes, Mies. You're amazing!" Song Qianying looks at herself in the mirror, some of whom dare not touch themselves. She has a sense of time reversal. Looking at herself in the mirror, she feels that she is back to her 20 years ago.

"Yes, madam. You have a good foundation. Madam used to support me so much. In the future, you can call me whenever you want. I can be your exclusive stylist." Miss is very sweet. On the one hand, she is grateful for her support. On the other hand, she relies on a big tree to enjoy the cool. There is no bigger tree in Haicheng than the Pei family.

Song Qianying wants her to be her exclusive stylist, but "I don't know if there will be this opportunity in the future..."If she can succeed tonight, she can let her be her exclusive stylist. If not, it will be her last feast!

"Why don't you have this chance? You have such a good son as Mr. Pei. What do you want? What will Mr. Pei give you? Who doesn't know that Mr. Pei is the most filial person in Haicheng?" Mies said with a smile.

Song Qianying is not a person without feelings. Compared with others, Pei Xiuyuan's son is really the most filial to her. She is so bad to him, but he can treat her like this.

It's just a pity that she has no feelings for him. Otherwise, she will live such a life in Pei's family. I don't know how many people dream of it.

After finishing the modeling, song Qianying asks miss to leave.

She called Muzi Li.

"What's the matter?" Every time I received her call, Muzi Li would be very nervous, afraid that something happened to her.

"I want to hear the voice of the hill." Song Qianying always has a bad feeling that she will fail this time. She is afraid that she will never see her favorite son again.

She has two excellent sons for others, but for her, what she loves most is the youngest and the worst looking child, because she gives the most to him. The more she gives, the more she cherishes and loves him.

"Don't you mean you don't call me when you're ok? At this critical moment, you just want to listen to the voice of Xiaoshan. Are you too headstrong? " Muzi Lisheng feels that she is brain damaged! At the risk of making such a call!

"I don't care, I just want to listen to the voice of the hill!" Song Qianying is very insistent.

"You..." Muzi Li was so angry that he just wanted to say something.

"If you don't let me hear the voice of the hill, I'll quit!"