Chapter 20 In His Heart, She Is Trash?

Rather than letting Song Wuyou go to work with Gu, it is better to give her shares.

"I want to join the design department." Song Wuyou ignored Gu Yanhao's coldness and said again.

In fact, Song Wuyou just wanted to work and prove to them that she was not an incompetent person.

But Gu Yanhao didn't think so in his heart. He thought that Song Wuyou was making a fool of himself.

"Song Wuyou, don't treat Gu's as a garbage station." The implication was that Song Wuyou was garbage.

Song Wuyou's eyes were cold, "Really don't let me go to work at Gu's?"

"What do you think?" Gu Yanhao looked at her coldly.

Song Wuyou smiled: "What if I can help Song Jiuyue win this championship?"

Gu Yanhao smiled sarcastically: "Just rely on your simple brain and developed limbs?"

"Gu Yanhao, are you happy to beat me?" Song Wuyou rolled his eyes at him.

"You brought it on yourself."

"Okay, if you don't let me go to work in the Gu family, and you don't give me the shares of the Gu family, then you won't want to divorce me." After that, Song Wuyou turned around and went upstairs.

Gu Yanhao looked deeply at the straight back, his eyes became deep.

In fact, he also felt that the sets Song Jiuyue designed were not perfect, but he couldn't point out any shortcomings.

Song Wuyou said that it was ugly, and he felt that these sets of works were not perfect.

This damn woman will only affect his mood.

Did she say ugly is ugly?

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Song Wuyou went back to the room and took out all the clothes he bought today and put them in the washing machine.

She sat in front of the bed, for some reason, her mind was full of Song Jiuyue's design drafts.

This year's main clothing is a retro skirt?

Gu Yanhao's words sounded in his ears:

[If one of these works can win this championship, the reputation of the designer of the work will be popular all over the world. 】

[At that time, the name Song Jiuyue will be launched in the design world, and she will become the queen that everyone looks up to, and the idol everyone looks up to. 】

[Song Wuyou, don't treat the Gu family as a garbage station. 】

Thinking of the latter sentence, Song Wuyou smiled coldly.

In his heart, Song Jiuyue was the queen, and she was trash?

After all, she still has the memory of the original owner.

It is very uncomfortable to be treated as trash by the man whom I have loved for so many years.

Song Wuyou raised her eyelids, looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing table, and said to the person inside: "Since I have taken over your body and memory, I will live out myself instead of you. Let your beloved man know , you're not a jerk, you're not trash."

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Song family villa.

Song Jiumei happily walked into Song Jiuyue's room.

"Sister, has Young Master Gu divorced Song Wuyou?"

When Song Jiuyue, who was revising the design draft, heard it, she quickly put down the pen, raised her head, and looked at Song Jiumei.

Song Jiumei's eyes sparkled as she came over, her hands resting on the table, and she looked at Song Jiuyue with joy and anticipation.

"Sister, isn't it? Are Young Master Gu and Song Wuyou divorced?"

Song Jiuyue didn't answer Song Jiumei's topic directly. Seeing that her right cheek was red and swollen, she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your face?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Song Jiumei hated her, her eyes narrowed, and a trace of hatred flashed across her eyes, "Song Wuyou beat him."

Song Jiuyue was surprised, "Song Wuyou dares to hit you?"