Instead of letting Song worry to go to work, it is better to give her shares.

"I have to enter the design department." Song Wuxi ignored the coldness of Gu Yu, and again.

In fact, Song Worry only wants to work and proves to them that she is not an incompetent person.

But Gu Yu’s mind didn’t think so. He thought that Song Wu’s worry was in trouble.

"Song has no worries, don't take Gu as a garbage station." The implication is that she is a junk.

Song Wu worry eyes are cold, "I really don't let me go to work for Gu?"

"What do you say?" Gu Yu looked at her coldly.

Song Wuxiao smiled: "If I can help Song Haoyue win this championship?"

Gu Ruan smiled: "With your simple brain-developed limbs?"

"Gu Yu, are you happy to fight me?" Song Wuxi gave him a look.

"This is what you are looking for."

"Well, you don't let me go to work for Gu, and don't give me the shares of Gu. I would like to divorce me." After that, Song turned around and went upstairs.

Gu Yu looked at the straight back with deep sighs, and the dawn became deep.

In fact, he also felt that the sets designed by Song Haoyue were not perfect, but they could not tell where there were any shortcomings.

It was ugly to be said by Song Worry, and he felt that it was not perfect for these works.

This **** woman will only affect his mood.

She said that ugly is ugly?

**

Song worries back to the room, took all the clothes bought today and put them in the washing machine.

She sat in front of the bed, did not know why, full of brains, are Song Haoyue's design draft.

This year's main clothing is a retro-style dress?

The voice of Gu Yu is heard in the ear:

[If one of these works can win this championship, the reputation of the designer will be popular all over the world. 】

[At that time, the name Song Songyue will start in the design world, she will become the queen that everyone looks up to, the idol that everyone pursues. 】

[Song Worry, don't take Gu as a garbage station. 】

Thinking of the latter sentence, Song Xiaoxiao smiled coldly.

In his heart, Song Yuyue is the queen, she is rubbish?

After all, she has the memory of the original Lord.

The man who has been loved for so many years is looking at the garbage, and his heart is very uncomfortable.

Song Wuyou raised his eyelids and looked at himself in the mirror of the dressing table. He said to the people inside: "Since I have taken up your body and memory, I will live for you instead of you. Let your beloved man know You are not a waste, not a garbage."

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Song family villa.

Song Yumei triumphantly entered the room of Song Yuyue.

"Sister, is Gu Shao divorced with Song Wuyou?"

Song Yiyue, who revised the design draft, quickly put the pen down, looked up, and looked at Song Yongmei.

Song Hanmei's eyes glowed like shining, coming over, hands on the table, happy and looking forward to see Song Haoyue.

"Sister, isn't it? Is Gu Shao and Song Wu worry not divorced?"

Song Yiyue did not answer Song Yumei's topic positively. She saw her right face red and swollen and asked questioningly: "What happened to your face?"

When it comes to this, Song Yongmei hates, her light converges, and there is a bit of hatred in her eyes. "Song has no worries."

Song Yuyue was surprised, "Song Worry dares to hit you?"