"My little brother personally invited me, why don't you go?" Song Mo forked a piece of steak stained with pink sauce and put it in his mouth.

She has no sense of taste, and even though the color scheme of this steak is very abnormal, she can eat it.

Fang Xing gave up after taking two bites.

The sauce was all milky, so greasy that he couldn't get used to it.

In addition, he ate some cakes at Fang Jue's place before he came, and he was not hungry, so he simply watched her eat.

"Are you ready for the dress?" Fang Xing suddenly spoke.

Song Mo ate for a moment.

It's over, it doesn't seem to be.

Fang Xing touched his chin as if unintentionally, "The studio bought a new batch of fabrics a few days ago, and I think there is a cloth color that suits you very well."

This map of Yan Country is so short that Song Mo can hear the sound of his abacus pulling across the table.

"Boss Fang, is this an advertisement for yourself?" She laughed.

He replied, "I'm just very confident in Dugo's craftsmanship and design."

"Won't it be too rushed?"

In just three days, it is a bit rushed.

"It's just in time." Fang Xing is confident.

He has drawn all the blueprints, the clothes are ready, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and now it depends on whether this east wind can blow.

"Really?"

"Measure the size tonight, take you to change it on Friday night, and I will definitely let you wear it on the day of the banquet." Fang Xing planned the time.

"That's ...... price."

It's handmade and rushed, and the fee to be charged is not expensive.

"Don't pit the student party." Boss Fang official certification.

Okay, Song Mo is completely relieved now.

After the meal, Fang Xing led the people to the car.

Champagne-gold cars are a sight to behold in the neon night.

He raised his hand, pressed the key, and the door of the sports car slowly opened like a bee spreading its wings.

Song Mo's eyes lit up, "Boss Fang, are you so high-profile today?"

"Borrowed." Fang Xing replied.

His own Black Lion is much taller than this and can drive directly to the racetrack.

In comparison, the interior configuration of his sister's car is very shabby.

In the years of his rebellious period, he hated touching the steering wheel of this car.

"Get in the car." He got into the driver's seat.

Song Mo sat in the co-pilot, propped his head, and looked at the street scene outside the window.

The street lights flashed like a meteor shower.

Fang Xing's afterglow swept over the girl's side face, remembering that he disliked girls when he was young and frivolous, saying that women would only affect his driving speed, and now it was a prophecy.

He slowed down, stopped in front of the red light, and leaned back in his chair.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like a dream.

In just two years, his life was very different.

Studio.

Fang Xing turned on the light.

As soon as his eyes lit up, Su Huaisheng yawned and looked at the door.

"Boss, why did you come back like this today—"

Who did she see?

The Awakening Party is on the big score today!

Su Huaisheng maintained this observation and continued to watch the next movements of the two.

She saw Fang Xing pick up the soft ruler.

Is this going to be ready to measure the little sister? That's exciting.

"Sister Shengsheng." Fang Xing suddenly spoke.

Su Huaisheng suddenly felt that there was no excitement.

Duck, you want to chase others, why don't you do it yourself?

She could only flip over the back of the sofa and come over to tailor Song Mo.

It was about this time that had passed well, and she felt that Song Mo's body size was stronger than what Du Wentao had visually measured last time.

"After measuring the size, Du Ge will start making it tomorrow morning." Fang Xing closed his eyes and filled out an invoice and handed it to Song Mo.

This number, as Fang Xing said, is indeed very learned

Raw Party.

Fang Xing glanced at the clock, "It's not too early, I'll send you back."

"Okay."

Su Huaisheng took over the follow-up work, hummed Zhou Lunjie's new single, and started to do things.

At this point in time, Chengye Middle School is still studying at night, and there are sparse pedestrians at the school gate.

Song Mo got out of the car, and Fang Xing followed her.

"Just send it here." She stopped.

Further on is the school, if you are caught by the teacher, see them a man and a woman close, mistaken for early love, will definitely get a day trip to the office.

Fang Xing raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, "No, I'll take you the way I last entered the school, faster."

"Okay."

Song Mo let go of his hand, grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and followed him to the path he said.

A pair of eyes fixed on the two of them.

Liu An stared at the girl's back with a displeased expression.

Today, she forgot something and asked her family to pick it up, and she would wait for someone at the school gate, but she didn't wait, but she found that the students in her class were very close to the people in the society.

Song Mo, a student, behaved like a thorn in the face as soon as she entered the school, which made her vigilant.

Later, she studied honestly, listened to classes seriously, and her weekly and monthly exam scores were also good, and she was well-behaved, and she was not like her roommates who skipped class and arrived late and left early.

Coupled with Lu Wenjing's matter, she can also believe that Song Mo is not a bad student, she was just forced to resist that time.

I don't want her to think that this student has settled down, and she sees this scene again.

This hand-held is either an elder brother or a loving brother.

But Song Mo's brother, there are many fans in the school, and Song Yi's name is like thunder.

This young man doesn't look like Song Yi.

As a class teacher, seeing that the student was suspected of early love, the blood pressure in his brain was full in an instant.

However, compared to Lu Wenjing's example, she planned to wait and see.

Thinking like this, Liu An's fingers twitched uncontrollably.

Every time she meets a student who doesn't follow the rules, she has such an impulse, and such a student should be trained well.

Fang Xing took Song Mo to the root of the school wall.

Song Mo looked up and down, left and right, but he didn't see a road.

"Where's the road?" She looked around for a long time and didn't see a road.

Fang Xing smiled, "This is it."

"Through the wall."

"Well, the last time I used a magician to pass through." Fang Xing pulled her and walked towards the wall.

Song Mo did not doubt that he had him.

She had already seen this ability in the hospital last time, so she naturally trusted him.

The hard masonry walls in front of me were empty as I walked through.

It's like a magician's performance, it's amazing.

Bringing people into the campus, Fang Xing was relieved.

"When you get there, I'll go back first." He withdrew his hand very measuredly, "Go back and go to bed early after finishing your homework, bye-bye."

"Okay."

Song Mo obediently ran towards the teaching building, ran halfway, turned around again, and waved at him.

When the person disappeared from sight, Fang Xing walked back to the wall, walked through the wall, and drove away.

Fang Jue was lying on the sofa studying the script, when she heard the sound of the door opening, and her brother came back.

"Came back so early?"

Shouldn't this accompany people and girls, look at the stars and the moon, talk about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs?

"Sister, don't worry." Fang Xing hugged his sister from behind the sofa, "Your brother and I'm still boiling frogs in warm water, don't scare people away."

As he spoke, he straightened up and strangled his old sister's neck.

Fang Jue: Today's family status is -1.