After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 155 The almighty Sister Nan is actually a loser in both singing and dancing?

"My God!"

Nan Lin's eyes widened as she looked at the gifts all over the living room, "Sister, who sent these gifts? There are so many!"

Nan Song sighed softly in his heart.

Apart from her big dad who spends money like water and likes to show off, there should be no one else.

Butler Zhao ordered everyone to light the gifts and said to Nan Song: "Early in the morning, several trucks stopped at the entrance of the rose garden. They said they were here to deliver gifts on the order of Mr. Shelby. I didn't dare to let them go at first. They came in. Old K carefully checked that there were no dangerous goods, and read Mr. Shelby's souvenir before letting them in. Unexpectedly, so much was unloaded in one go... There were still things outside that had not been moved in, in the living room. I really can’t put it away, so I’ll have it moved to the warehouse first.”

She said and handed the souvenir to Nan Song.

Nan Song opened the beautifully packaged envelope, and it turned out that it was indeed a birthday blessing written by her eldest father. The smooth English font was also mixed with the Chinese characters of "Happy Birthday", and the round handwriting of a primary school student was indescribably cute.

I guess it was taught by my eldest brother now.

Nan Song couldn't help but smile, a comfortable smile bloomed on her flowery face. The servants hadn't seen the eldest lady so happy for a long time, and they were also happy.

Butler Zhao led everyone to bow in unison and congratulated Nan Song, "Happy birthday, Miss!"

"Thank you." Nan Song smiled slightly, "You are so sweet, I must give you red envelopes."

The servants cheered.

Butler Zhao smiled helplessly from the sidelines. The eldest lady's habit of giving out red envelopes when she disagreed was exactly the same as Mrs. Nan's, and she completely inherited her mother's "bad habit" of having a lot of money.

"Sister, can I help open the gift?" Nan Lin's child's heart was completely exposed.

Nan Song said: "Eat first, then tear it down."

Nan Lin looked at her sister helplessly. Her hands were extremely itchy.

Just like you can't wait to open it when you get it from the express delivery. There are so many gift boxes in front of you. It's really... uncomfortable not to open them!
Otherwise, the crested hairpin she collected in the morning was still warmly tied on her head. At this moment, Nan Song couldn't put on any airs and could only dote on her, "Then take it off."

"Yeah!" Nan Lin was so happy that she took Butler Zhao's arm and went to open the gift with her, opening the gift like a little hamster.

Nan Song was dumbfounded when he saw it. Seeing that the servants next to him were also extremely itchy, he waved his hand and said, "Don't be stupid. If you want to, go and do it."

So the servants also joined in the process of opening gifts.

It's just that these gift boxes looked too expensive. They were afraid of getting dirty when they touched them, so they opened them carefully. Every time they opened one, their eyes were blinded by the dazzling light inside, and they could only marvel.

They seriously suspected that Mr. Shelby who sent the gift was the count in "The Count of Monte Cristo". These gold and silver jewelry should have been shipped from the treasury of Monte Cristo, right?
"Okay, come over for dinner. Don't you have to work today?"

Nan Song saw that Nan Lin was endlessly opening them, and called her over. There were so many gifts that she couldn't finish opening them in one day.

Nan Lin half-crouched in front of her sister, looking exactly like a child, smiling innocently and brightly. "Today, Master specially allowed me a day off to spend her birthday with my sister."

"Ada is a complete workaholic. How come she has become so considerate now?"

Nan Song took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Nan Lin's forehead, and was quite surprised when he heard this.

Nan Lin chuckled, "I'm so annoying."

Nan Song couldn't help but laugh, and tapped her smelly little nose, "Yes, you are the most painful."

When Gu Heng stepped in the door, he happened to see this scene and became anxious on the spot, "Mr. Nan, please don't be so doting on Linlin. If you do this, I have no chance at all."

Nan Song glared at Gu Heng angrily, "That's your problem. If you don't love Linlin as much as I do her, then why should I leave my sister to you?"

Nan Lin hugged Nan Song from behind, leaned against her, and nodded with deep understanding.

If you have a sister to pamper you, what else do you need from a man?
Gu Heng: "..." He fully felt the difficulty of trying to please his wife in the future.

Today is Nan Song's birthday, and her brothers will all come to Nancheng. She also mercifully gave herself a day off, but she still had to do the work that needed to be done, so she asked Gu Heng to bring all the urgent documents to the rose garden.

Nan Song wanted to wear the crested hairpin given by Nan Lin, but it didn't match her rose-red hair, so she called a stylist to come to her home to give her a make-up and style.

She is doing styling work here without affecting her work.

Nan Lin was sitting on the carpet in the room drawing design drawings, watching her sister holding phone calls and video conferences in four languages. The different languages ​​were seamlessly connected and used freely, which made her admire her. She held her chin and looked at it with a look of fascination. Song of the South.

Gu Heng caught a glimpse of Nan Lin's eyes, walked over and snapped his fingers in front of her, "What's that look in your eyes?"

This look was too wrong, and he felt a strong crisis.

"Senior brother, my sister can actually speak four languages."

Nan Lin is sincerely envious. Her weakest subject is language. She also admires everyone who can communicate with others fluently in a foreign language. They are so handsome and stylish!

Gu Heng said: "Not only the four countries, there should be eight foreign languages ​​that I heard spoken by Nanhui Association, all of which can be used to communicate skillfully with people. Plus some local dialects, there should be no less than ten. It is simply An ordinary language genius."

Nan Lin was already on the verge of falling to the ground just listening to this, and exclaimed from her soul: "What is there that my sister can't do?"

"Of course." Gu Heng really couldn't see Nan Lin's admiration, and felt very sad. He couldn't help but want to expose Nan Song's information and break Nan Lin's filter on her sister.

Nan Lin turned her head to look at him curiously, "What?"

Gu Heng secretly glanced at Nan Song and whispered to Nan Lin: "Your sister can't sing, she's tone-deaf. She can't dance either. It's said that she's a loser in both singing and dancing."

Nan Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, "Is it true?"

"If you don't believe it, just wait and see tonight. At the birthday party, those five brothers will not let her go. They will definitely have to cue her to perform."

Gu Heng smiled maliciously, that smile was mean.

Nan Lin looked at Gu Heng deeply, "Senior brother, do you know who you look like now?"

Gu Heng: "Huh?"

"She looks very much like Li Lianying next to Empress Dowager Cixi." Nan Lin told the truth.

"..." Gu Heng stopped laughing. She actually said he looked like a eunuch? !

It’s over, my husband is exhausted.

Nan Song had just finished a conference call when Butler Zhao knocked on the door and announced: "Miss, Mr. Fu is here."

"What is he here for?" Nan Song frowned.

Since the last time Fu Yu came to her office and had an episode of epilepsy, Nan Song had ignored him and ignored him for more than a week. Today he had the nerve to come and walk around without fear of not being able to eat.

The sound of a whistle came from downstairs, accompanied by a clear shout, "Songsong! Dear Songsong~Sister Nan! Sister Song! Songsong baby~"

Shouting and shouting, he even started singing.

What an annoyance!

Nan Song had a cold face, opened the window, looked downstairs, and saw Fu Yu riding a white horse, looking at her with a bright smile, "Come down quickly! I brought you a birthday gift."

(End of this chapter)