Chapter 40

Song Qingci stared at Wen Tingting coldly, without speaking.

But just this look was enough to make Wen Tingting flustered.

Seeing that Song Qingci did not speak, Wen Tingting seemed to realize that she had made a mistake. She lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She looked so pitiful, her eyes were already red, if Song Qingci was more aggressive like that, Wen Tingting would probably cry.

What is delicate and weak, Wen Tingting is the best example.

Song Qingci ignored Wen Tingting, and looked at the maid with cold eyes, "You let her in?"

His voice was as cold as snow in midwinter.

The maid trembled all over, her voice trembling, "Second, Second Young Master, I didn't mean it, yes, it's Miss Wen..."

The voice behind the maid became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

"What's wrong with Miss Wen? Huh?"

"Wen, Miss Wen said she was the Second Young Mistress, that's why I..." The maid did not dare to finish speaking obsequiously.

The second young master got angry, and the consequences were very serious.

"You see clearly." Song Qingci said, pulling Lu Jinchu who was watching the play aside, "This is the dignified Second Young Mistress, remember it in the future."

Song Qingci finished speaking coldly.

The maid raised her head to look at Lu Jinchu, and then bowed slightly, "Hello, Second Young Mistress."

Wen Tingting raised her head and looked at Lu Jinchu in shock when she heard Song Qingci's words.

She did not expect that Song Qingci would bring a woman out.

Lu Jinchu looked at the shocked Wen Tingting, then at the bent maid, and finally at Song Qingci's indifferent and delicate face.

So here comes the question, this young mistress, should she answer or not?
She had come to watch the show, but she was pulled in at the end.

This scene lasted for three seconds. Lu Jinchu smiled charmingly, "Okay, get up."

After Lu Jinchu finished speaking, the maid straightened up, "Thank you, Second Young Mistress."

After Lu Jinchu finished answering, Wen Tingting greeted her with a vicious look.

Song Qingci didn't seem to be satisfied with the current situation. His beautiful eyes looked at Wen Tingting, and his thin lips squirmed slightly, "Now do you understand who owns the clothes in this room?"

"Sometimes you have to be self-aware." Song Qingci said coldly.

For a girl, what Song Qingci said was already very serious.

But Song Qingci's venomous tongue didn't stop there. He just didn't want to say some things today. After all, today is grandpa's birthday, and it would be bad for everyone to tear his face apart.

After Song Qingci finished speaking, he looked at the maid. The maid understood. She said to Wen Tingting, "Miss Wen, please come downstairs with me to the VIP reception area."

Although Wen Tingting was very angry, she couldn't act rashly in this isolated and helpless situation.

Had to follow the maid downstairs.

When I left the room and walked to the corner of the corridor.

"Wait." Wen Tingting stopped the maid in a cold voice.

At this moment, the look in her eyes is vicious, and she is completely different from the lovely and pitiful her just now.

As soon as the maid turned around, before she had time to speak, "Crack!"

With a crisp slap, it slapped the maid on the face.

The maid backed away in pain, covered her face and looked at Wen Tingting in fear, her lips trembling and she dared not speak.

These are all young ladies from rich families, no matter who they are, she can't afford to mess with them.

Serving rich people in the upper class is not scary, let alone she is just a little girl.

In such a situation, she had no choice but to bear it silently.

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  Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. ——From the Internet
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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