"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.
Nanling stopped first, turned to face his mother, and tried to restrain his tone considering that there were still people below: "Mom, are you going to take her to your aunt's birthday party?"
"What's your name?" Song Ling has always been well protected, even though she is almost 50, she still maintains the innocence of a girl in terms of interpersonal communication.
She didn't see Nan Ling's whole body resisting, and cast a reproachful look: "Li Mo is your younger sister, why are you so stingy as an older brother?"
Nan Ling was so angry that the veins on his forehead were twitching, instead of entangled with her in the relationship between the relatives who could not be separated, he asked straightforwardly: "Does Dad agree?"
Song Ling was upset: "What do you mean?"
Nan Ling hesitated to speak.
In his educational concepts, women should be respected. He told Song Ling about Li Mo's flirtatious operation before, and asking him to say it again, somewhat violated the western gentleman's education etiquette he had received.
Song Ling didn't see that he was not happy, and continued: "Your father didn't say no to my taking Momo with your aunt."
"Mom." Nan Ling didn't know how to reason with her.
Song Ling really didn't want to hear him say: "That's the decision, if you don't want to see Momo, you don't have to go with us."
Her words were irritating.
Nan Ling was at a loss for a while, and watched Song Ling turn and go back to the room.
The voices of Song Ling and Li Mo could also be heard in the room.
"Aunt Song, isn't Cousin Nanling coming in?"
"What is he doing in here?"
"Is my cousin..."
"Don't care about him, I'll help you choose clothes, wait, you go and try."
"good."
Li Mo's voice stopped abruptly.
Nanling heard Nanmu's angry tone inside, pressed his swollen temples, and dragged his legs to go downstairs.
He was thinking in his heart whether he should tell his father.
One could imagine how many distinguished guests would be at today's birthday party, and how busy his father would be. Nan Ling felt that it would be inappropriate to bother Nan Zhengyu with such a 'trivial matter'.
"Nanling." Song Ya saw the young man coming down the stairs with a sullen face, and couldn't sit still and stood up and called for someone.
Nanling suppressed his boredom for a little bit, said 'um', and said to Song Ya: "I'll wait for you, call me when you're done."
"Hey." Song Ya agreed.
Nan Ling left without looking back, and went outside to breathe first.
…
An hour passed.
Song Ling's personal styling team finally finished styling Li Mo.
Li Mo deliberately imitated Qiao Nian's style before, adding a pink feather dress from the Xiangjia show, with a long skirt covering her ankles, revealing her fair legs.
Her hair was carefully braided into an elegant bun, embellished with diamond hair ornaments, which further accentuated her outstanding complexion.
Li Mo specifically asked the makeup artist to modify the eye makeup part according to her own ideas, and the slightly raised eye shape weakened the feminine temperament brought by this body.
Let her have an extra sense of uniqueness that is different from others.
Anyone who is a little familiar with Qiao Nian will find that Li Mo's style today does not imitate Qiao Nian's usual style.
But her eyes, specially modified by a makeup artist, are very similar to Qiao Nian. From the shape of the eyes to the eyes, she has traces of imitation.
"It looks good!" Song Ling didn't notice something was wrong, and when she saw Li Mo coming out of the cloakroom after changing clothes, she praised her with a bright light.