"good."
After the housekeeper went downstairs, he quickly called Song Shuran.
At this moment, Song Shuran was stunned by the strange number that suddenly appeared on her mobile phone. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't remember who the owner of the phone number was.
"The courier's phone number isn't right, and neither is the takeaway's. I've even made a note of the studio's number. Who is it?"
After wondering for a long time, the phone kept ringing, so I just answered it.
"Hello, who are you?"
He came straight to the point, without any hesitation, and asked decisively.
"Miss Song, my wife would like to invite you to have afternoon tea this afternoon. Do you have time?"
He seemed to be asking questions when he spoke, but his tone was completely commanding!
How could this be a discussion? It was clearly an order!
After hearing this, Song Shuran frowned involuntarily and asked, "Who is your wife? Do I know her?"
Why waste time on irrelevant people?
"You know my wife."
He just gave such a simple answer but refused to reveal any information at all!
Song Shuran said tentatively, "If that's the case, then I'm sorry, I don't have time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the housekeeper on the other end of the phone said lightly, "If you don't go, you will regret it."
It seemed as if he was simply stating a fact, and his tone was calm when he spoke.
Song Shuran reached out and tapped the table lightly, as if thinking about something. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded.
Since I had nothing to do this afternoon, I decided to go take a look. It wasn't that I didn't like it. At least I could go and see the true face of this person! Who on earth is he?
"good."
The housekeeper responded and hung up the phone immediately.
Song Shuran looked at the gradually dimming phone screen, frowned, and stared at the phone number on the screen.
I always feel that it is a little familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still don’t have the slightest impression of it.
In the end, he could only put the matter behind him and mentioned it to Fu Jiu after going downstairs.
"In the afternoon, sure, go ahead! There's nothing much to do in the studio anyway, and even if there was, I'd be here."
After he finished speaking, he realized it later and turned around to ask curiously, "But who is it? So mysterious? He doesn't even want to tell you his name, and he specially invites you to have afternoon tea. I always feel that he has bad intentions."
Fu Jiu seemed to be able to vaguely smell the hostility, but without any basis, she couldn't say it so confidently.
Song Shuran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you think. It's just afternoon tea together, what could go wrong? At worst, I can just leave."
Indeed, it's so easy, what could possibly happen? At most, you'd just turn around and walk away, right?
Despite this, Fu Jiu was still a little worried and reminded him, "But you'd better be more careful. My eyelids are twitching right now, as if something bad is about to happen."
"When did you become so superstitious? Okay, hurry up and finish the manuscript. We have to start a new series in the next two weeks."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted Fu Jiu's shoulder to comfort her.
“But I’m always anxious now…”
Before Fu Jiu could finish her words, she was interrupted by Song Shuran.
"Really, really, don't worry about me. There will definitely be no problem. It's just a visit for afternoon tea. Maybe some lady thinks our clothes are good and wants to order them, right? Or maybe she wants to cooperate with us, right?"
After all, it seems that there are only a few possibilities, which makes sense.
Things had come to this point, and Fu Jiu could not argue any further, so she could only nod silently.
"Okay, but be careful when you go. If there are any problems, call me immediately."
Song Shuran didn't care about it, but still nodded very seriously, "Okay, I understand. Don't worry about me, it will be fine."
After thinking about it, this might be because of work, what else could it be?
I would never have anything to do with such a wealthy lady! Unless the clothes from my own studio are better and someone takes a fancy to them, and wants to cooperate in custom-made products.
This is what Song Shuran thought from the beginning, and she didn’t think much about it at all!
It was precisely because of this that when he saw Madam Lu, he froze in place.
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