Chapter 151 I Will Help You Wash Your Hair Later

"Yes, Master." Ade took out a voice recorder.

He pressed the button to start playback, and soon, the recording from the recorder came out clearly.

【Miss Song, what is this? 】A man's voice.

Hearing this voice, Song Jiumei's face changed completely, and she looked at the recorder in Ade's hand in shock.

[Don't ask what it is, you just need to bring this cup of scented tea to Song Wuyou. 】

This is Song Jiumei's voice, even if it is played from a voice recorder, it is not difficult to hear her pride.

[If it's poison, I won't do it. If found out, I will die. 】

[I will give you one million as long as you do one small thing. What do you ask so much for? It's not poison, you can rest assured. 】

【Really not poison? 】

[Ask again, I'll find another waiter! 】

[Okay, I'll go now. 】

There was the sound of the door opening, and the footsteps of the waiter leaving.

Then—

[Song Wuyou, as long as you drink this cup of chrysanthemum tea, you may not even have a chrysanthemum! 】

[This year, the most powerful aphrodisiac appeared in the black market. You were so lucky that you drank it. 】

...

Song Wuyou heard this and smiled coldly.

After the recording was played, Gu Yanhao had already wiped Song Wuyou's hair.

Gu Yanhao used his five fingers as a comb to help Song Wuyou comb his hair.

Song Nan's face became very ugly, and he looked at Song Jiumei sternly.

Madam Song also looked at Song Jiumei in disbelief.

Song Jiumei was trembling with fear.

She shook her head suddenly, pointed to the recorder in Ade's hand and said loudly, "No! That's not my voice!"

The expressions of the three of them were extremely rich and not calm.

"The hair is too long, do you want to cut it shorter?"

Gu Yanhao didn't seem to hear Song Jiumei's yelling, and looked at Song Wuyou tenderly.

"Don't cut it!" Song Wuyou didn't like short hair, and she didn't even cut her hair short when she disguised herself as a man in her previous life.

Gu Yanhao smiled dotingly, "If you don't cut it, I'll wash your hair for you in the future."

Song Wuyou glared at him angrily: "That's what you said."

"En." Gu Yanhao suddenly looked at Song Jiumei.

Finally not being left out, Song Jiumei hurriedly cried: "Young Master Gu, that's not my voice! No!"

"That's right! I can't even hear Jiumei's voice!" Madam Song pointed to Song Wuyou: "It must be you bitch who learned Jiumei's voice and recorded it!"

Song Wuyou looked at Madam Song's finger pointing at her with a funny look, she really didn't cry without seeing the coffin.

Gu Yanhao was tall and dignified, half lying on the sofa lazily, playing with Song Wuyou's beautiful hair in his hand.

The hair is so good, so soft and silky.

His handsome face was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

Even so, it's still handsome.

Song Jiumei thought bitterly in her heart, sitting next to him and playing with his hair, why not her?

"Just got one recording?" Gu Yanhao's low voice was as cold as ice.

"The waiter and the video have been brought here," Ade said.

When Song Jiumei heard this, her brain hummed.

She trembled and her face became even paler.

Seeing Song Jiumei's reaction, Song Nan probably guessed something.

A surge of anger surged in his heart, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Gu Yanhao's eyes were cold, and she looked at Song Jiumei with a half-smile: "Do you want to watch the video first or listen to the waiter first?"

Song Jiumei knew that it was useless if she didn't admit it at this time.

She was confused for a while, and she forgot about Gu Yanhao's ability to handle affairs.

"I wanted to drug Song Wuyou to make fun of her, but it didn't work. It's true that she drugged me and made me embarrassed!"