Chapter 152 Song Jiumei Was Beaten

Gu Yanhao curled his lips, smiling even more terrifying than killing Shura.

"Do you think that if you succeed, you will still be alive?"

Song Jiumei shuddered.

"You can't drug my wife, and you still want to falsely accuse my wife of drugging you?"

"It was she who gave me the medicine!" Song Jiumei looked at Song Wuyou angrily.

Besides Song Wuyou, who would dare to drug her so boldly?

"Bring people in." Gu Yanhao said coldly.

When Ader heard it, he slapped his hand.

After a while, a young man walked in.

Song Jiumei's eyes suddenly widened when she saw this man. His body began to tremble.

"Young Master Gu." The man came in, not flinching, but also very calm.

He walked to Gu Yanhao's side and called him respectfully.

"What the hell is going on?" Gu Yanhao was playing with Song Wuyou's blue silk in his hand. He looked lazy, but he exuded a dangerous aura.

"Miss Song gave me a check at the party and asked me to drug the chrysanthemum tea that Mrs. Young ordered. Miss Song was too impatient. Before Madam Young's chrysanthemum tea was brewed, she took me to her break room to give me a cup. The red wine soaked in lemon was used for medicine. I went back to the tea room to bring chrysanthemum tea to the young lady, and when I returned, Miss Song picked up the glass of red wine on the tray and drank it." The man spoke about the day's events without hesitation.

Song Wuyou heard this, her clear eyes flashed with a smile.

"Impossible!" Song Jiumei suddenly screamed: "The cup is obviously chrysanthemum tea, how could it be red wine?"

"Miss Song, that glass is red wine soaked in lemon peel. It tastes sweet and sour, and the color is pale yellow." The man looked at Song Jiumei and said.

When Song Jiumei heard this, her whole figure looked like a steamed ball.

When she recalled the red wine she drank at that time, the taste was indeed strange.

But at that time, he only looked at Song Wuyou's reaction and got carried away, so he didn't pay much attention.

"You—" Song Jiumei suddenly pointed at the man with a twisted face: "You have to die! Betray me!"

"I'm only loyal to Young Master Gu." The man glanced at Song Jiumei indifferently.

When Song Jiumei heard this, it was as if her throat was being pinched, and she almost couldn't breathe.

"You are from Young Master Gu?" Mrs. Song asked, glaring at the man.

Gu Yanhao curled his lips and said lazily, "All the waiters at the party are my people."

Song Jiumei and Madam Song's expressions changed suddenly.

When Song Nan heard this, he felt that Song Jiumei had lost his old face.

At this point, he knew everything.

Song Jiumei wanted to give Song Wuyou the medicine, but instead gave herself the medicine.

It's not enough to be embarrassed by himself, and he has to wrong Song Wuyou, and in the evening, he even pulled him over.

Song Nan's anger was unreasonable, and he rushed forward and slapped Song Jiumei fiercely: "Pa-"

"Ah..." Song Nan acted resolutely, making Song Jiumei scream in pain.

The slap was so heavy that Song Jiumei felt her eardrums vibrate, not to mention the slap in the face.

"You prodigal daughter! You will be wronged for the bad things you did! My Song family has had a bad luck for eight lifetimes to have a daughter like you!"

Song Nan pointed at Song Jiumei and cursed.

Madam Song hurried forward, hugged Song Jiumei behind her, and glared at Song Nan: "Are you crazy?! How could you be so heavy?!"

Song Nan's face flushed with anger: "I'm hitting hard? I can't wait to trample her to death now!"

"It's very noisy." Song Wuyou's voice suddenly came softly.