Chapter 215 Song Jiumei Is Dead

Song Jiuyue looked tired, "Now is not the time to scold Song Wuyou, think of a way to contact her."

Madam Song was in a hurry and stomped her feet: "How do I contact you? I can't get through after calling thousands of times. How can you tell me to contact me!"

Mrs. Song patted her stuffy chest, "I always feel that something has happened to Jiumei. My chest is stuffy, and my left eyelid has been twitching for a day."

Song Jiuyue was noncommittal: "It's all in the headlines, isn't there an accident? Now not only has an accident happened to Jiumei, but Song and I have also had an accident."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she looked at Song Jiuyue suspiciously: "What happened to you? Was fired by Young Master Gu?"

For Mrs. Song, this is not a problem. It's better to fire her, so that she can give up and go back to Song's help.

"No." Song Jiuyue didn't want to say, she glanced at Mrs. Song, "I went upstairs."

"Madam." At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly came from the side hall, "Someone just called and said that the second lady was found."

Song Jiuyue was startled.

Mrs. Song was overjoyed: "Really? Where?"

"Nancheng Times Light Factory."

"I'm going to see her!" Mrs. Song strode out of the living room without saying a word.

Song Jiuyue thought for a while and followed.

...

...

At this time, Nancheng Times Light Factory.

Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou stood at the door of the hut.

Gu Yanhao's expression was indifferent, looking at the scene in front of him was like looking at a dead pig.

Song Wuyou frowned slightly, even though it took eight years to defeat the battlefield in the previous life.

But now seeing Song Jiumei lying on the ground with her body rotten, she still couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Song Jiumei was wearing a pair of white cropped pants and a sleeveless chiffon shirt.

The skin that can be seen has rotted, the face, neck, arms, legs...

scary.

I saw her alive and well the day before yesterday, and she died today.

Moreover, the whole body is still rotten.

She and Gu Yanhao were working in the company, and suddenly received a call from the bodyguard, saying that Song Jiumei was dead.

They rushed over from the company, thinking that Song Jiumei killed herself by hitting a wall or biting her tongue.

I didn't expect her to die so ugly.

Gu Yanhao questioned the bodyguards, but they all said that no one had ever come in except Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou.

Gu Yanhao thought of the news on his mobile phone today, saying that Song Jiumei had syphilis.

Did he die of syphilis?

Isn't this disease dying slowly?

Two days ago, her skin was fine...

"Withdraw." Gu Yanhao said to the bodyguard.

The bodyguards nodded.

Gu Yanhao tilted his head, looked at Song Wuyou, saw Song Wuyou frown tightly, and looked at Song Jiumei.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Sad because of Song Jiumei's death?

She really didn't want her to die, she just wanted to be locked up for thirty years, and she just wanted to slowly torture her.

I don't know if Song Jiumei died suddenly, she would be sad as a younger sister.

"It's nothing." Song Wuyou retracted his gaze, raised his eyes, and glanced at Gu Yanhao, "Let's go."

"En." Gu Yanhao took her hand habitually.

Song Wuyou was slightly stunned, lowered his head, and looked at his hand.

I don't know since when, he likes to hold her hand——

"Where's Song Jiumei?" Song Wuyou asked.

"Someone will pick her up."

"What if no one comes to clean up?"

"Let her be a lonely ghost."

"But doesn't this factory belong to you?" So, can he still have this factory?

Gu Yanhao tilted his head and smiled at her: "This is the most worthless factory."

"Oh." Rich people are different.