Housekeeper Wu stared in disbelief. Song Zilang clearly only admitted to having a sister before!
"Young master, are you serious about asking me to apologize to Miss Su?"
Song Qianqian also stared at Song Zilang in amazement. Her eyes blinked and two lines of clear tears fell in a moment.
"Brother, when have you been so indiscriminate? Even if housekeeper Wu didn't do well, Qinghuan threw her cup and hurt people with tea! Fortunately, the cup of tea was cold, otherwise housekeeper Wu would be scalded!"
"This is clearly what Qinghuan did badly..."
She was a little frightened from the moment song Zilang pushed her arm away. After all, although the Song family was very kind to her, song's father always thought that inheritance was a man's thing!
Song's father had already handed over most of his shares to song Zilang and only promised that song Qianqian could receive share dividends!
In the future, the master of the Song family is destined to be song Zilang!
If song Zilang wants to defend Su Qinghuan, the hick, what will she do?
Therefore, Su Qinghuan must be severely trampled under her feet, so that she will never turn over!
……
Song Qianqian was full of tears. She stood hypocritically at the commanding height of morality, with grievances and sadness on her face.
In the past, song Qianqian was best at this kind of pear blossom with rain, and it was really enough to make people pity, but song Zilang didn't know why. Today, he was very upset to see her cry.
Su Qinghuan's saying that if the wrong person is him?!
Song Zilang took a deep breath. He is usually easily confused by song Qianqian, but if it involves his own interests, he is calm.
"Qianqian, don't cry. Housekeeper Wu didn't do it properly. Even you were wrong. Qinghuan is also the eldest lady of the Song family. It's impossible for a servant to despise her!"
Song Qianqian didn't expect that song Zilang would defend Su Qinghuan again and again. She was very anxious and wanted to maintain her kind image
"Brother, you're mistaken. Housekeeper Wu didn't despise Qinghuan. Sobbing, it's all my fault. If I could have more snacks, it wouldn't happen today..."
"Qinghuan, will you forgive me? It's my fault..."
……
Su Qinghuan didn't expect song Zilang to speak for herself. She raised her eyebrows.
"Tong'er, I can't imagine that my cheap brother is not too stupid. He hasn't been fooled by song Qianqian."
"Host, how do I think you say this Yin swish? You don't want to retaliate against the Song family, do you?"
The original owner really didn't have this one in his wish, but Su Qinghuan really wanted to see the Song family show their true face and bite each other for their interests.
It's just that seeing song Zilang now, it's not so annoying. It's reluctantly rational.
"Besides, I'm busy and don't have time to pay attention to the Song family, but I'll die if I do more injustice. I just promise I won't go too far. If they split themselves, I can't blame me."
Su Qinghuan lazily hugged his arm and watched song Qianqian perform with tears.
"Song Qianqian, if you really feel guilty, you don't have to say sorry to me. The apology on your mouth is just something that moves up and down."
"What do you want?"
Song Qianqian was stunned. She thought she would cry more and lower her posture first. This matter could be exposed.
After all, Su Qinghuan is so rude. Even if it is publicized, she is as unreasonable as a bitch!
……
Even song Zilang looked at Su Qinghuan. He frowned slightly. He didn't want Su Qinghuan and song Qianqian to make too much noise.
After all, the palms and backs of his hands are all meat. Although he has decided to be nice to Su Qing, it doesn't mean he wants to see song Qianqian bullied.
"Qinghuan... You..."
Seeing that song Zilang wanted to dissuade himself, Su Qinghuan smiled coldly.
"Why, do you love song Qianqian? I don't want her to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire. Isn't she guilty for not tidying up my room? Then take action!"
"You still want her to change rooms with you?"
Song Zilang frowned more and more deeply. He even thought that he might as well give his room to Su Qinghuan for one night. He was a big man and could spend the night on the sofa in the living room.
Su Qinghuan shook his head.
"No! I think housekeeper Wu is there, so he and song Qianqian will tidy up my room together!"
She paused, looking cold and cold, with a touch of irony.
"I have rough skin and thick flesh. I don't have much requirements. I don't need to be as expensive as song Qianqian's room. Is it difficult to make a bed for me and move out all the sundries inside?"
"This..."
Song Zilang didn't expect Su Qinghuan to mention it like this!
But to be honest, this requirement is indeed not too much, even very mild!
……
But let song Qianqian, a daughter, clean Su Qinghuan's room in person, which is undoubtedly a greater humiliation!
Song Qianqian immediately froze. She looked at Song Zilang with tears in her eyes, with some hope and supplication in her eyes.
"Brother... You don't really want me to tidy up Qinghuan's room?"
Song Zilang bit his teeth and thought of the contempt Su Qinghuan received at the Song family. He didn't care before, but now he floats to his heart one after another.
Song Zilang intended to repair the relationship between the two sisters at home, so he said to song Qianqian kindly.
"Qianqian, you are the kindest. Go and clean Qinghuan's room. It will be over in half an hour at most. You can."
“……”
Song Qianqian has always advertised her noble character with the words of tolerance and generosity. Now the real thing falls on her shoulder, and a thick haze and hatred appear in her heart!
But the high hat has been put on, so it's difficult to take it off.
Song Qianqian wished he could tear Su Qinghuan's face, but now he could only nod his head wrongly to cover up the anger in his eyes!
"OK. Brother, I'll do it."
"Good."
Song Zilang touched her head happily, and then went to bed.
……
In a guest room facing south on the second floor, Su Qinghuan opened his mouth to song Qianqian with an ugly face, smiling angrily.
"Miss Song, please hurry up. By the way, I don't think you can put some needles in my bed? This method is too bad, isn't it?"
Song Qianqian's hand suddenly froze. She really hid a needle in her hand. Su Qinghuan broke it, and hated the girl in front of her!
She was so old that even song's parents didn't ask her to work!
Why is this hick living in the slum so arrogant!
……
By the time Su Qinghuan's room was cleaned up, more than half an hour had passed.
When Su Qinghuan spoke like this, song Qianqian didn't dare to use any cruel tricks directly, but deliberately didn't remind Su Qinghuan that the time to attend the banquet was not in the evening, but began at more than 10 a.m. and set the alarm clock to 9:30.
Song Qianqian exhaled and directly sent a text message to her contacted makeup setter, sister Lin.
The other party is the most famous stylist in city A. international stars also like to use her.
"Sister Lin, you must arrive early tomorrow and help me draw the most beautiful makeup!"
……
Holding the idea of Yan pressing the whole audience, song Qianqian really got up early the next day.
For the sake of good skin, she also applied a mask specially, and it was really water beatting to make people love.
Seeing himself in the mirror, song Qianqian became more and more proud.
——That hick is just a clown. She doesn't even have the right clothes. Sister Lin also promised that she wouldn't make up Su Qinghuan!
She wants to see how Su Qinghuan has the face to share the stage with her later!
……
[good night, mojo fairies]