"Eight o'clock."
Song Yuanyuan spoke without raising her head, but she did not forget to look at Meng Nanxi's body and even pinched her.
Meng Nanxi: "What time is the banquet?"
"Seven o'clock in the evening."
Song Yuanyuan continued to compare Meng Nanxi, as if she wanted to show all the ideas in her mind on Meng Nanxi. Since her grandfather had prepared a dress, it would not be excessive for her to prepare some accessories and makeup, right?
Meng Nanxi sighed, forced her eyes open, and rubbed them: "So, Auntie, it's only eight o'clock now, and there are still eleven hours before the dinner. Can't you let me sleep first?"
I really admire Song Yuanyuan.
Didn't she arrive back in City A quite late yesterday? She had a performance in another city, so she flew back afterward.
She originally thought that Song Yuanyuan would use her sleep time to adjust to the jet lag, but unexpectedly she went straight to her room early in the morning.
"Oh, how can such a short time be enough? Are you still counting on Song Chengcheng to help you when I'm not here? He must not have told you anything, right? Even though he has been in the old house for so long, there are still many things he doesn't know, and he still has to rely on me."
Song Yuanyuan pulled Meng Nanxi's hands again, and did not forget to take out one hand to rub Meng Nanxi's head, and rubbed Meng Nanxi's sleepiness away completely.
"Okay, okay, Auntie, I'll get up, I'll get up. Can you please let me go first? Let me go wash up first?"
Meng Nanxi was really exhausted and had to beg for mercy, saying that she would get up immediately.
Seeing Meng Nanxi's compromise, Song Yuanyuan finally let go of her hand, patting her palms and smiling: "That's more like it."
After saying that, he left the room, not forgetting to close the door for Meng Nanxi.
Looking at the room that had returned to silence, Meng Nanxi sighed to herself, picked up her cell phone and casually flipped through it. After replying to the messages from Duan Yuze and Lu Xingyan, she lifted the quilt and prepared to tidy up.
I really don’t know whose home game today. Song Yuanyuan is really more anxious than her.
Thinking about this, Meng Nanxi walked slowly towards the bathroom. When she passed the fitting room, she saw the dress prepared by Grandpa Song and breathed a sigh of relief again.
Sure enough, it all smells like money.
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