Before Song He could speak, a man's voice suddenly burst in.

"Bring the golden one."

Song He raised his eyebrows, looked at Nanhe who was assertive indifferently, and swallowed back the words that he wanted to refuse.

She wanted to say that she wanted to wear that gold stripe.

It was the same color dress she wore when she and Nanhe reunited at the party, and it was also the last time she accompanied Yin Zheng to the party.

It doesn't matter what Nan He is, what matters is Yin Zheng.

What's more, her too fair skin is more suitable for gold.

Without saying a word, the collaborator changed the dress to gold, and compared it with Song He's body, and gave Nanhe a thumbs up.

"Mr. Nan's vision is good, this skirt is more suitable for Miss."

Nanhe looked at Song He deeply.

When he saw Song He at the school banquet before, Song He was wearing a golden dress, and she always said that gold was more suitable for her.

Obviously she is an Oriental woman, but her complexion is fairer than that of Western women, but her face is indeed the unique softness of Oriental women.

Song He silently took the dress and entered the changing room.

Nanhe also went downstairs and beckoned to the north and south.

Nanbei took his eyes back from Song He's back, and ran to Nanhe's side to ask for credit.

"Brother, do you think you should thank me for helping you coax your sister?"

Although he was telling the truth in front of his sister......

Nanhe stretched out his hand and pinched Nanbei's little face: "Isn't that what you should do?" She's mad at me because I beat you up. ”

If it weren't for this little brat, Song He wouldn't have found a chance to lose his temper at him.

Now he dares to come to him to ask for credit.

Hearing this, Nanbei silently withdrew his cheap expression.

"Sister, I feel sorry for me."

"I know that she feels sorry for you, then you will be a little more sensible in the future, otherwise I will definitely beat you even more."

With the words, Nanbei's body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly took two steps back.

"Yes."

He didn't want to be beaten at all, that wasn't a normal child's mind.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Song He pushed open the door of the changing room.

She was the only one who attracted everyone's attention.

Song He in her eyes is like a noble and cold goddess, with a feeling that she can be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

The golden dress is already very noble, perhaps the simple style adds a little bit of purity, plus Song He's perfect figure, as well as the unique softness of oriental women, which adds a bit of aesthetic atmosphere.

It's obviously a very difficult skirt to control, but it still has a bit of a pure feeling on Song He's body.

Nanhe was stunned for a moment.

"Sister, you are so beautiful......"

Song He casually brought the broken hair in his ears to his ears, and in the face of the praise of the north and south, his cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Really?"

Nanbei nodded without hesitation: "Yes!" Beibei will never lie to his sister. ”

Song He affectionately embraced the north and south in his arms.

"Only a figure and skin color like Miss can control this skirt, and on weekdays in our studio, no one has ever been able to control it."

Song He nodded faintly.

The words of the stylist didn't have much truth for her, and she didn't care at all.

There were a few young boys in the matching team who were stunned and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Nanhe, who noticed it, coughed dullly.

In an instant, the person's gaze was pulled back.

"Hew, you're so beautiful."

After many years, she is still the same as before, no matter where she stands, she is the most dazzling existence.

Song He glanced at Nanhe and silently shifted his gaze.

Knowing that Song He didn't want to pay too much attention to himself now, Nanhe didn't mean to care, so he asked the team of collaborators to quickly pack up his things and leave, he saw the naked gaze of the group of men on Song He, and he wanted to kill that group of people.

There were still more than two hours left to participate in the party, so Song He led Nanbei back to his room and went upstairs to design his works.

"Aunt Fan, bring a bowl of red date porridge to the young lady again, and let her pad her stomach."

The party must take care of communication, and there is nothing delicious in it, so let Song He cushion his stomach, so as not to have a foreign appearance when he gets it.

He didn't care, he was afraid that Song He's stomach would hurt when the time came, and he himself would be distressed.

Song He, who had been hungry and hadn't eaten all day, couldn't help choking when he looked at the red date porridge brought by Aunt Fan,

"Aunt Fan, where did you come from?"

She didn't seem to say she wanted to drink porridge, did she?

Aunt Fan smiled and hurriedly put the porridge in front of Song He.

"The eldest young master asked me to bring it to you."

Song He, who was about to drink it just now, shook his hand slightly, but he still drank the porridge silently, but his eyes were no longer so warm.

She is hungry, and she naturally loves her body very much.

The party or something, she has participated too much, there must be nothing delicious for a while, she doesn't like desserts, drink a little early, cushion the stomach, and feel better at night.

Seeing that Song He had drunk, Aunt Fan left with a satisfied smile.

"Take a sip." Song He fed the porridge to the mouth of the north and south,

Nan Nan, who was reading a book, wanted to open his mouth, and he did not refuse the porridge fed by Song He.

"Sister, I'm so full, can you help me eat more?" Nanbei raised his head aggrievedly and looked at Song He.

Stroking Nanbei's head dotingly, Song He drank a little more.

Fortunately, there was a lot of porridge, and Song He felt that his stomach was already five points full even after drinking half of it, so he hurriedly put down the porridge.

The big design work, the small one is reading, and both of them are very quiet, but they are very serious about their work.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for Aunt Fan's reminder, both of them would have forgotten to attend the party.

Nanchen was already waiting below, and respectfully opened the car door for Song He.

"Miss, please."

Song He nodded lightly and led the north and south to the car.

Nanhe was already in the car early, and when he saw Song He and the others, he put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Brother......

The north and south were soft and glutinous and threw themselves into Nanhe's arms.

Song He glanced indifferently at the man beside him and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Although she doesn't want to take care of Nanhe, she has to admit that Nanhe is really handsome.

A black suit sets off Nanhe's skin a little fairer and more handsome, whether you look at it from a distance or up close, it feels like a noble carving.

Nanchen drove very steadily, and arrived at the banquet hall leisurely.

Nanchen took out the invitation card instead, and the waiter at the door hurriedly smiled and welcomed people in.

Among the many western faces, the three of them are particularly special in the east, especially Song He, who has never appeared, as soon as he appeared, he amazed the audience.

As Nanhe expected, Song He's appearance attracted the attention of those present.

It is understandable, Song He deserves such a scene and gets everyone's attention, his baby is not only to amaze the audience, but also to be noble!

Standing beside him is enough to show Song He's identity value.

Song He, who had long been accustomed to such a scene, was extremely calm in the face of everyone's eyes.

Just silently led the north and south and stood quietly by Nanhe's side.

The banquet hadn't started yet, but several people had already come to Nanhe with wine glasses to say hello.

"Mr. Nan, it's been a long time since I've seen you come back." A pot-bellied man came to Nanhe with a smile and tried to talk to Nanhe, but his eyes only fell on Song He's body, and he didn't leave from beginning to end.

Nanhe was not ready to clink glasses with the man, and his slightly cold eyes showed that he was not in a particularly good mood.

His baby, when will it be this group of garbage to think about?

He just brought the treasure to announce his sovereignty to this group of people, but he didn't bring it to everyone to admire.

Before Nanhe could get angry, a young man walked quickly to Nanhe's side, grabbed the hand of the pot-bellied man, and blocked back the hand of the pot-bellied man who still wanted to clink glasses with Nanhe.

"Al, why, haven't you been scared to cry at En'an just now?"

"Nanhe is not a good talker, be careful of your own eyeballs."

The woman who dares to look at Nanhe doesn't look at what kind of person she is.

The pot-bellied Al's face changed suddenly, glared at the young man, and hurried away.

Seeing Al leave, Nanhe's originally cold eyes eased a little, and the fist that originally fell on his side slowly unfolded.

If he had walked a little slower, he wouldn't mind shooting Al on the spot.

In France, no one dared to say a bad word about him, except for the supreme government.

"Nan, long time no see." The young man easily shook the glasses with Nanhe.

Nanhe smiled slightly, and his elegant temperament crushed the gentlemen around him.

Song He looked at the man in front of him lightly.

The blond hair is very handsome, and he looks very young, he should only be in his twenties, but the aristocratic temperament exuded by his body tells her that this young man is not a good person, and he should be from some aristocratic family.

"Sarai, you're just in time."

If it had been a minute too late, that Alco would have died.

Knowing the meaning of Nanhe's words, Sarai shrugged and smiled.

"No way, I don't want some blood on my good brother's banquet, and I don't want you to dirty your hands."

Nanhe smiled, and the two men tacitly touched the wine glasses and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

"These are ......," Sarai set his eyes on Song He.

How did he seem to have seen this strange woman......

I just don't think about it for a while.

"Lotus ......"

Listening to Nanhe's reminder, Sarai suddenly came to his senses.

"Lotus? Are you really back? ”

Looking at Sarai's excited expression, Song He couldn't help frowning.

Does this man know himself?

Why doesn't she have any memory at all?