Chapter 881 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 23

Song Yu looked at Xihe probingly: "Are you angry?"

Xihe immediately shook her head: "How could it be? I was wrong in the first place. I didn't consider that doing so would damage Miss Shen's reputation. You were right to remind me."

Song Yu pursed her lips, looking from her eyes to her lips: "You are angry."

Xihe: "..."

Pushing the person and running out: "Sleep well!"

It was snowing in the sky, and a thick layer was piled up in the yard. Xihe stopped, looked up at the gray sky, and turned around after a while: "Song Yu!"

Song Yu stood at the door, looking at her from afar.

Xihe ran over, stood in front of him, looked up at him: "What kind of lady do you want to find?"

The girl's face was blushing, her cheeks were blurred by the hot air she exhaled, but her eyes were so bright that Song Yu felt a little dazzled for a moment.

He paused and said, "I don't know."

Xihe bit her lip, a little unwilling: "Is there no idea at all?"

Song Yu shook his head, and saw the brightness in the girl's eyes gradually fade away. The girl nodded, "I understand."

Raising a smiling face, eyebrows and eyes curved: "It's okay, it's getting late, you go to rest, you must be very tired after a busy day today."

"I'm going to bed, good night."

He waved his hands, hugged the blanket, turned and entered the next room.

Song Yu's tightly clenched hands gradually loosened. He stared at the door until the candlelight in the room was extinguished. After a long time, he turned and entered the room.

New Year's Eve, New Year's Day, and New Year's Day.

Early in the morning of the third day of junior high school, Song Yu drove the carriage to pick up Xihe and Mr. Jiang into the city.

Mr. Jiang rubbed his hands, excited and nervous: "Big boy, will this cause you trouble? Master Song, Mrs. Song, will Mrs. Song have any objections..."

"Won't."

Song Yu helped him into the carriage: "I have saved the money for buying the house for many years. Even without this matter, I planned to take you into the city, so don't worry."

All the money was saved by him from hunting, and he didn't spend a single penny from the Song family.

Mr. Jiang was relieved immediately, and happily got into the car.

When it was Xihe's turn, Song Yu stretched out her hand to help her up, and Xihe climbed into the carriage by herself with her skirt in hand: "Brother, don't you worry about doing things? From now on, just wait and enjoy your happiness."

"Hey, the sun is coming out from the west today? I can hear good things from you girl."

"Hmph, why don't you go down and see if it's west or east?"

"Tsk, I just praised you."

Song Yu curled up her fingertips, withdrew her hand, lifted the curtain and stepped into the carriage.

The carriage swayed, and Mr. Jiang was groping here and there along the way, babbling with his two children and grandchildren all kinds of irrelevant words, the two of them answered from time to time, and occasionally met their eyes, Xihe smiled and moved away naturally .

Song Yu lowered his eyes and rubbed the cup in his hand.

The house is two-entry, with two wing rooms in the east and west, a main room in the north room, and an inverted room and a gate. There is a century-old tree in the yard. Mr. Jiang fell in love with it when he saw it, and he said "good, good".

Song Yu also prepared a doorman, who was free to run errands on weekdays.

Mr. Jiang was very excited to move into the new house, and went out with a basket in his hand, saying that he wanted to get close to the neighbors and make a good relationship.

Xihe was packing things in the room, Song Yu knocked on the door: "I still have something to buy, do you want to go with me?"

Xihe immediately put down her things: "Okay!"

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The crowds on the street were bustling, and Xihe looked around, curiously looking at this and that, with joy on his face, which attracted passers-by to look at him frequently.

Song Yu frowned, and walked up to Xihe: "Would you like to go into the shop next to it?"

Looking at Xihe, it turned out to be a rouge shop, next to it was a jewelry shop and a ready-to-wear shop. Which woman doesn't like beautiful clothes? His eyes lit up: "Okay."

A mint green tube top dress, a lavender jacket, and a big red cape.

Xihe was dazzled by seeing it, especially the snow-colored palace dress, probably because it was not festive enough, it was hung on it, and no one cared about it, but she loved it very much when she looked at it.

Seeing her staring at her, the waiter hurried forward and said, "Miss, do you want to try?"

Xihe bit her lip, looked at it reluctantly, and shook her head: "Forget it, no need." Who made her a pauper now?

"Hey, isn't this our second girl, Song Yue and Song?"

An ear-piercing voice sounded, mixed with a hint of mockery: "Oh no, I forgot, you are no longer a girl from the Song Mansion. I heard that your surname is Jiang now, right?"

Xihe turned her head to look, she was a girl with a fat face in an orange dress.

She thought about it, she seemed to be called 'Lian', and she was not very familiar with the original owner, and she had only seen it at various banquets a few times.

She nodded: "Miss Lian."

Miss Lian paced forward, stood still in front of Xihe, and stared at her for a while.

Tsk tut and sigh: "Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue, is your dress last year's style? Look, the sleeves are all hooked. Is life so hard? I need to lend you two clothes to wear."

As soon as these words came out, the young lady who was strolling around in the house couldn't help but hear the reputation.

Xihe smiled: "Thank you, Ms. Lian, for your kindness, but there's no need. I'm not a lady of everyone now, and this suit fits me right."

Her eyes were soft, and there was no trace of humiliated anger on her face, which made Miss Lian, who wanted to see her make a fool of herself, widen her eyes.

Looking at her in disbelief, I don't understand how a person who used to be aloof and arrogant could endure this kind of humiliation?

Xihe nodded to her, and walked past her to the door.

Miss Lian hurriedly shouted: "Hello!"

Xihe turned her head and looked at her gently: "What else can Miss Lian do?"

Miss Lian opened her mouth: "I..."

Just at this time, Song Yu came in from the door with a veiled hat: "Yue'er, have you chosen your clothes?"

Seeing that her hands are empty, she couldn't help being surprised: "Is there nothing you like?"

He looked up and looked around, nodded: "That's right, you used to be a silk and satin factory person who sewed it yourself, and the ready-made clothes are indeed a bit inappropriate."

Put the veiled hat on Xihe's head: "Then let's look at the jewelry first."

Seeing that the two were about to leave, Miss Lian hurriedly called out again: "Wait!"

Song Yu looked over and saw that it was a girl she didn't know. She looked down at Xihe, Xihe was a little helpless: "Miss Lian, I'm still busy. May I ask if you have anything to finish at once?"

Miss Lian blushed: "What are you busy with? Are you busy with Mr. Lang?"

After finishing speaking, he regretted it, but because of his stubborn temper, he pressed his lips tightly and stared at Xihe as if he was right.

Needle drop could be heard throughout the store, and everyone looked at Xihe and Song Yu with interest.

Xihe: "..."

She looked at Song Yu, her face turned dark as expected.

She wondered what this was, and planned to speak back, but was preempted again, and a clear female voice came from the second floor: "Miss Lian's words are inappropriate."