Chapter 277: White pure prison style outfit, the banquet is shining
The ghost girl asked, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Nanxi walked up to her and whispered a few words in her ear. The ghost girl's eyes widened.
She couldn't help but say, "Is this still possible? This is too exciting! Let me help you!"
At this time, the sound of unlocking was heard outside the door, and the people outside came in directly without knocking.
Xie Qin's daughter is called Song Zili. She is in her early twenties and is still in college.
She also has a son who is a few years younger than Song Zili and is not even eighteen years old. His name is Song Zihao.
This Song Zihao is the real murderer who raped the maid and accidentally killed her.
The Song family is not someone you want to mess with. They have always looked down on Song Wanwan. Song Zili even brought his celebrity best friend who grew up with him to isolate Song Wanwan, saying that she was a country girl who was not worthy of playing with them.
Therefore, when Song Wanwan was still in the Song family, she seldom interacted with Mr. Song's two children because every time they met, they were sarcastic and mocking towards her.
Now that they know that Song Wanwan is a fake daughter and Jiang Nanxi is the real daughter, they naturally look down on Jiang Nanxi.
Song Zili walked in, looked at Jiang Nanxi with his chin raised, and the first thing he said was, "Are you sure this time? Don't tell me you brought back a fake again. If it's fake again, I'll die of laughter."
Jiang Nanxi took out his phone and said seriously, "You're dying of laughter? Do you want me to help you book a crematorium? I have some connections in the crematorium, so I can arrange for you to be the first one to be cremated."
Song Zili: ???
Jiang Nanxi: "Do you want to cremate your ashes in the morning or in the afternoon? You can't cremate them at night because the yin energy is too strong and the crematorium won't be open. What kind of urn would you like after the cremation? I happen to have a few in stock and can sell you one at a high price."
Song Zili: ???
Seeing Jiang Nanxi's serious expression, Song Zili couldn't help but twitch her lips. She said to the servant beside her, "Is she mentally okay? Could it be that this person was brought back from the mental hospital by my cousin?"
Song Zili snorted and said, "Forget it, forget it. I am a magnanimous person and I won't bother with you.
This is the dress my mother prepared for you, so hurry up and put it on. Today is a very formal party, and everyone has to wear a dress.
Oh, by the way, can you wear a dress? You've never seen a haute couture dress like this in your life, right? You'd better let them help you put it on, otherwise you might make a mistake and be laughed at.
The servant came over with a dress, ready to help Jiang Nanxi change into it.
"No need to help me, I can put it on myself."
Jiang Nanxi took the dress, looked at Song Zili meaningfully and said, "What are you wearing to the party? Just the one you're wearing? I don't think it looks good at all."
Song Zili said with a grim expression, "What do you know? You unsophisticated fellow! This is the latest model from the Paris fashion show, a globally limited edition haute couture dress designed by an internationally renowned designer. It's ten times more expensive than yours! Do you have any sense of taste?"
Jiang Nanxi said, "Well, it's pretty, but I still don't think it suits you. I have a dress here, and I think this style is more suitable for you."
Your mother gave me a dress, so how about I give you one too?"
Song Zili scoffed, "What kind of dress do you have? If you have a nice dress, why would you wear one to my house? Can you please not give me some crappy stuff? I don't need it!"
Jiang Nanxi took out the clothes.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
Jiang Nanxi glanced at the white ancient prison uniform in her hand, looked at Song Zili innocently and said, "Why aren't you talking? Don't you think this style is unique? It's also pure prison style white. It suits you perfectly!"
Song Zili: ???
Before Song Zili could react, Jiang Nanxi continued, "Not only can you wear this dress, your father can wear it, your mother can wear it, and your brother can wear it too. It's a perfect match with the pure prison style, suitable for people of all ages. Wearing it is a great deal."
Are you sure you don't want to change into my outfit? Once you put it on, you'll definitely be the most eye-catching focus at today's banquet. Don't you want those wealthy nobles to notice you at first sight?"
Song Zili: ???
Song Zili was speechless. "You really are mentally ill. What kind of dress is this..."
The servants beside Song Zili also looked at Jiang Nanxi in surprise, with sympathy in their eyes.
Such a good girl was finally found by Young Master Song and was about to enjoy her life, but it turned out that she turned out to be a mentally ill patient with problems in his brain!
Jiang Nanxi, holding the white ancient prison uniform in his hand, suddenly turned his head and looked at a corner of the room.
The ghost of the unjustly dead woman was right there. After receiving Jiang Nanxi's eye signal, she floated over and went straight into Song Zilie's body.
After Song Zili was possessed by the female ghost, an abnormal red light flashed in his eyes. Then he suddenly walked over and took the white prison uniform from Jiang Nanxi's hand.
She said in surprise, "Although this is not a dress, it is indeed very special. The most important thing is that I can finally be the focus of the whole audience!"
Maid: ???
When the servants around her heard Song Zili say this, they all opened their mouths wide and looked at her in disbelief.
She's not really going to wear it, is she?!
Song Zili shook the clothes in his hand and said excitedly, "Hurry, everyone, get out! I want to put on this most special outfit and give my dad a surprise!"
One of the servants quickly stopped her and said, "Miss, no! This isn't a surprise, it's a shock! How would a wealthy socialite wear something like this to a party? And today is your father's birthday party!"
"roll!"
Song Zili pushed her away impatiently, "Do you have any aesthetic sense? Such a beautiful dress, and you say it doesn't fit! I think it fits me perfectly, it's like it was tailor-made for me!"
Song Zili directly drove everyone out and then changed into white prison uniform in the room.
During this process, Song Zili's mind remained clear, and she was screaming in her heart that she should not do this, but she could not control her behavior.
It's like someone else is controlling her body!
She found that she had lost control of her body and could only watch herself do such an outrageous thing!
After Song Zili changed his clothes, Jiang Nanxi went in and put on the dress.
She asked the servant, "Has the banquet started yet? When can it be my turn to perform?"
When the servants saw Song Zili standing beside them in a white prison uniform, they were all a little distracted and no one answered Jiang Nanxi's questions.
At this time, the housekeeper came from the corridor and said, "Where is the young lady? Where is the young lady? The master asked you to come over. Young Master Liu and Mr. Song are here!"
The housekeeper was feeling very strange.
The young lady has had a crush on the young master of the Liu family since she was a child. In the past, she always went there in advance when he was present. Why is she hiding this time?
Is she still putting on makeup? After all, the young lady cares a lot about her image in front of other wealthy young masters, especially when Liu Qingyan is present!
As the butler walked to the door of the lounge, he saw Song Zili rushing out in a white prison uniform, "I'm here!"
Butler: ???!
etc!
What ran past?
Is that a lady?
What are you wearing?!
After the housekeeper realized what was happening, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly chased after Song Zili to stop her, "Miss, don't go over there yet!"
At this banquet, the gentleman will discuss marriage with the Liu family. How can she dress like this!
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