Chapter 4177： i have something to say to you

Seeing Nan Ling coming home, Song Ya quickly got up and greeted her warmly: "Nan Ling, you're back? Why didn't you say anything?"

Nan Ling glanced at the coffee and fruit on the coffee table, looked indifferent, and responded: "Where is my mother?"

Song Ya saw Nanling's indifferent attitude towards her, and she didn't know how to put her hands and feet, so she could only laugh awkwardly, and pointed upstairs: "She is helping Momo choose the dress up there."

Nan Ling didn't say a word, just walked around her and went upstairs.

During the period, I never called her.

Song Ya watched him pass her by, her face flushed with embarrassment, and her neck was stiff as she watched his back disappear at the top of the stairs.

The servants from the Nan family around looked at her with the greatest mockery.

Song Ya took a deep breath with a stiff expression, tried not to look so embarrassed, and yelled domineeringly at the servant to hurry up.

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

"Send it right away."

The surrounding servants of the Nan family looked at her mockingly.

Song Ya could only pretend not to notice, and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, commanding like the mistress of the house: "Hurry up. Don't just stand there, you should clean up, what are you doing!"

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Upstairs.

When Nan Ling went up, he saw that the private styling team hired by his mother was doing Li Mo's hair. One of the makeup artists was still whispering in her ear while applying foundation with a brush.

Amused Li Mo to chuckle frequently, feeling very uncomfortable.

Nan Ling looked aside again, and saw his mother and stylist standing in front of a row of dresses, picking out clothes.

"Ma'am, how about this one?"

"The color is okay."

"Then this one?"

Song Ling was not satisfied and put it back: "This style is a bit too ordinary."

The stylist carefully selected Xiangjia's new season dresses from a pile of dresses, and displayed them in front of her: "This one is good, I think it suits Miss Li's temperament very well. Take a look."

Song Ling's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand: "Let me see."

At this moment, someone finally noticed Nan Ling at the door, and shouted, "Master Nan?"

The laughter and laughter in the room stopped suddenly.

Song Ling and Li Moqi looked towards the door.

The young woman who was originally leaning on the back of the chair and enjoying the service of the top styling team sat up tight, her eyes followed Nan Ling, and her fingers were clenched tightly. Even the makeup artist who put on her makeup felt her nervousness and whispered to comfort her. : "Miss Li, your lip gloss is not dry yet, don't get it stained."

The room was quiet at first, Song Ling heard the soft words here, came back to her senses, looked at her son who walked in quickly, smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "It's you? It scared me. Nan Ling, come here quickly, help me I look at the clothes."

She asked the stylist to show off the new season of Xiangjia in front of Nanling as if offering a treasure, and asked happily: "What do you think of this one? Does it look good? Is it suitable for Momo?"

She touched the edge of the skirt and said with a smile: "She has fair skin, she must look good in this color!"

Nanling's eyes were like cold stars, and he didn't give Song Ling face in front of everyone, but he couldn't praise him either. He stepped forward and grabbed Song Ling's arm and said softly, "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Song Ling still didn't understand what he meant, so she said puzzledly, "Say it."

"Let's go out and talk."

Nanling went out first.

Song Ling looked at her son, turned her head to appease the embarrassed Li Mo: "You put on your makeup first, and I'll help you choose clothes later."