Chapter 250 Being a Soft Persimmon Will only Be Bullied

"Get out!" Gu Yanhao's handsome face showed a deep sense of boredom.

Song Jiuyue saw his expression, her heart felt as if a sharp blade had slashed her heart, and she felt indescribable pain.

She stood up tremblingly, with an unwilling and heavy heart, she walked out with heavy steps.

Song Wuyou looked at her trembling back, frowning slightly, and her cold eyes were unpredictable.

Gu Yanhao looked at her. Seeing that the red and swollen lips were still tempting him, he tightened his throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you thinking?"

Song Wuyou shook his head, retracted his gaze, and glanced at Gu Yanhao lightly, "It's nothing."

Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows slightly, "softhearted?"

When Song Wuyou heard this, she couldn't help but smile, "Will I be soft-hearted?"

Gu Yanhao: "It's good not to be soft-hearted. If you are a soft persimmon, you will only be bullied by others."

Song Wuyou: "I don't know how to make soft persimmons."

Live again, be a soft persimmon, others don't feel ashamed, she feels ashamed.

Gu Yanhao put his arm around her neck, hooking her neck and pulling it towards him.

Song Wuyou glared at him, a little sullen: "What are you doing?"

Gu Yanhao smiled charmingly: "Do what you just did."

Song Wuyou: "..."

...

After Song Jiuyue left Gu Yanhao's villa, she did not look back directly.

She drove the car and went round and round the city.

Thinking that Mrs. Song will be sentenced to death, her heart hurts and she panics.

Now, the only one who can save her is Gu Yanhao.

But Gu Yanhao, now completely ignoring her, in his eyes, there is only Song Wuyou.

She thought of Mr. Gu, should she go to Mr. Gu to beg for mercy?

Obviously, this method will not work, if Master Gu knows the cause and effect of the matter, he will definitely not help.

Who else can have such great power to keep her mother alive?

Song Jiuyue thought about it for a long time, but didn't think of anyone.

Finally, she got tired and drove home.

As soon as I walked into the living room, I smelled a strong smell of wine.

Song Nan leaned against the coffee table to keep drinking, and the maid who usually worked disappeared.

Song Jiuyue walked in suspiciously and looked at the housekeeper who came out of the room with her luggage.

She asked, "Sister Ming, what are you doing?"

Sister Ming has been a nanny in the Song family for many years, and she left suddenly, very sad.

She looked at Song Jiuyue solemnly, "I'm leaving, miss, take care of yourself in the future."

Song Jiuyue looked at Song Nan who was sitting on the ground, came over, squatted beside Song Nan and asked, "Dad, you fired them all?"

Song Nan was half-drunk and half-awake, and looked at Song Jiuyue with red eyes, "Jiuyue, Dad has no money, and he has no money to hire them."

Song Jiuyue's expression changed, and she felt very uneasy, "Is it the Song family... Song family..."

"If you don't take out one billion, the Song family will face bankruptcy." Song Nan said painfully, and took a few more sips of wine.

Song Jiuyue looked at him heavily, but did not stop him from drinking.

"Song Clan, the hard work of several generations will be destroyed in my hands." Song Nanyue said with more pain, his voice choked.

"..."

"One billion, the Song family is now in debt. Where can I get one billion to turn around?"

"..." Song Jiuyue's eyes were red, and her heart was like a knife. The Song family's life is so difficult now that Gu Yanhao has to deduct her half a month's salary.

Song Nan raised his eyes and looked at Song Jiuyue, "Have you asked Ahao and Wuyou?"

Song Jiuyue nodded, her voice sobbing, "I beg, kneel down and beg, it's useless."

"Bang!" Song Nan suddenly became angry, and threw the wine bottle fiercely, and the glass wine bottle suddenly shattered.