In the early morning, the warm sunlight pours in, reflecting through the mirror on the wall, leaving deep and shallow marks.

Song Wu sat in front of the vanity mirror for more than an hour for the first time, and her eyebrows-drawing hands trembled slightly, she knew that her facial features were not outstanding, and she needed to be retouched.

When the last touch of red was over, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally over.

She carefully picked out a black velvet silk dress, with two neat suspenders on her shoulders, simple and generous, lining her skin as white as snow.

The woman's right-angled shoulders were exposed to the air, the jet-black hair fluttered obediently behind her back, and the woman's slender fingers lingered in a row of necklaces, and finally chose the simplest one.

In the early years, with a high degree of myopia and heavy lenses, she rarely knew anything about words like luxury, and she was not sensitive enough to fashion.

At that time, Song Wu was just reading with his head bored, stuffing his head, and he didn't dare to think about everything now.

Although she still doesn't know the latest dress style, nor does she know the hottest details, she lives simply, but she understands one thing.

Something, less is more.

After finishing up, the woman looked at the mirror and was in a trance for a moment, as if she was stepping on the clouds, and the unreal feeling was ushered in.

She hadn't been like this for a long, long time, because of a meeting, and it took a lot of trouble.

Song Wu hooked his lips slightly, but he felt a little lonely in his heart, put down the mirror, and walked out of the door with his bag.

The housekeeper Xu had already sent a car to wait at the door, Song Wu walked over hesitantly, glanced through the car window, and then asked, "Where is Rong Ash?"

"Mr. Yung said you go first, and he will arrive later. ”

Song Wu didn't think much about it, bent down into the car, and looked at the window on the second floor of Xiting through the translucent window, where there seemed to be smoke in the second floor.

She pursed her lips, and the thin strands of hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows, making it difficult to see her emotions.

Song Wu looked away and said lightly to the driver, "Then let's go first." ”

He's coming, right?

Yes.

The drive was not long, and she soon arrived at her destination, and the location chosen by Xu Shi was unexpected by Song Wu, she looked at the Qiaoxi Pavilion outside the window, and repeatedly asked the driver if he had taken the wrong road.

The answer is no.

The men and women inside seem to be wearing less than anyone else, and it is obviously the cold season of spring, and one by one they seem to be eager to enter the summer.

suddenly recalled what Rong Ember said last night,

"Pack up nicely tomorrow, because I'll go too. ”

Song Wu smiled, the bitterness slowly spread in the bottom of her heart, her whole heart seemed to be rubbed by someone, and the sudden pain made it difficult for her to even maintain a reluctant smile on her face.

Tomorrow clean up and go pretty, that's what it means.

Accompany the wine and chat, she is the cheapest chess piece of the Rong family.

Song Wu looked at the people outside the car window, and suddenly felt that the clothes on her body embarrassed her, and she looked around and couldn't find a piece of clothing that could cover her shoulders.

The driver reminded, "Mr. Song, it's about to be the appointed time, do you want to go?"

The word "don't go" was pinched in her throat, but Song Wu swallowed it back, and the lights outside the window were bright and green, and she couldn't resist.

She is Rong's most useful pawn, and as long as she is still useful, Rong Ember will not force her to leave.

"Go. ”

As soon as the words fell, the woman's thin arm pushed open the car door, the air outside was bitterly cold, she shrunk her shoulders, only felt that her nose was a little blocked, and then straightened her waist and walked in.