The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 678 Ye Meimei

These are definitely not words of comfort.

Although the women in Disciple Hall are rare and rare animals, and Song Ye's appearance at the beginning really made people feel disillusioned, but after getting along for a while, everyone was attracted by her clear and cold temperament.

Just like an innate luminous body, this young girl is mature, stable, tough and responsible, as if she can make people feel at ease and reliable wherever she stops.

In the minds of many disciples, Song Ye has long been regarded as the second closest person after Zhou Qingqing.

Now knowing that she was abandoned and broken in love, and that a bad woman like Takahashi Orika would make trouble for her, more disciples felt pity spontaneously in their hearts.

"Song Ling, don't worry, others don't understand your kindness, but I do. If there is no one, no one will marry you, I, I will marry you." The male disciple beside him pulled Song Ye away, protecting her. Takahashi Orika walked away, patted his chest and made a promise.It was the first time I confessed my love to someone, and when I first came up, I still proposed. The boy was so nervous that his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak well.

And with his beginning, other male disciples in the same team also expressed their opinions one after another.

"Yes, as long as you want, we will line up for you to choose."

Standing in line to choose a boyfriend is a vanity that many girls would imagine in their dreams, but Song Ye got it without warning, and it was still in public.

"Cough cough, go back and stand still." She coughed twice in embarrassment rarely, guilty of not daring to look up at someone's face on the stone steps.

As a wife, she was still quite self-conscious, but the misunderstanding happened too fast, and she couldn't resist it.

And her embarrassing appearance fell on Takahashi Orika's eyes, it was hypocrisy and affectation. Seeing a group of people holding her in the middle like a princess, Takahashi Orika was going crazy, and her back molars were grinding. There was a creaking sound, and his face turned black with anger.

At this time, the female disciples of the Ye family, who were only one aisle away, couldn't stand it.

However, their target was not Orika Takahashi, but Song Ye who was being protected.

"Hey, didn't you see that the people from the master's house are still up there? If you have to talk about something here, do you understand the rules? If you want to show off your vanity, go back to your own place and show it off slowly, hmph, what an enemy Make more mistakes." This was obviously to displease Song Ye being defended by so many male disciples, you must know that in the usual time, these male disciples would stick their eyes to them like flies.

This Song Ye is so ugly, how can he be qualified to compare with them.

"Tch, I really think of myself as a flower, what's wrong with us willing to protect our own people?" Compared with beauty and my own family, it must be my own family that is more important. We must support Song Ye.

Seeing that the two sides provoked trouble because of a single sentence, Song Ye stood up and was about to speak, but his eyes turned to the last family coming out, and all words were blocked in his throat.

Although the Ye family is the host, but because of their young age and being a woman in charge, they usually appear at the end of the stage, which has become a habit for many years.

As a long dark purple dress slowly swayed into view, the voices of everyone on the field could not help but disappear and fell silent again, and their eyes locked tightly in the same direction.

The mermaid skirt is rolled with silver edges, and beautiful patterns are rolled up with the swing of the woman's walk. The figure over 35 is maintained like a little girl in her early twenties, wrapped in a purple long skirt and exquisite .The long hair is coiled up high, and the emerald hairpin is inserted into it, which looks noble and elegant. The facial features on that fair face are exquisite, and the corners of the eyes and brows have faded in the years of sharpening, and they are a bit more sharp than those of the upper class. They look only 25 years old. Six years old.

If Song Ye looked very similar to Ye Meirou at first glance, then if she and Ye Meirou appeared at the same time, no one would doubt their mother-daughter relationship.

Because, it was so similar, from facial features to imposing manner, Song Ye was very much like this mother, even though they had never met each other since they were young, the damn blood still bound them together tightly.

Ye Meimei is exactly the same as ten years later, Song Ye at this moment can't help but feel a sense of confusion through time and space.

Still under the background of huge ancient buildings, she was at the bottom of the stone steps, and Ye Meimei was at the top of the stone steps.

"Mother." She called out, her tone unfamiliar but with a hint of expectation.

"Shut up, you don't have the qualifications." The woman berated her condescendingly, her eyes were full of disgust and disdain.

She raised her steps and wanted to walk towards her mother, but her mother raised her hand to summon the hidden guards. The blade pierced her body mercilessly, and her blood dripped from the height to the platform.

When she raised her eyes at the last moment, she lay on the ground and watched the blood blooming like a flower along the road. The mother who stood at the highest point along the blood flower looked at her coldly, and lightly dropped two words, "Trash."

waste.

At that time, she didn't understand why her mother, who was number one on the killer list, regarded her as a scourge regardless of whether it was black or white, and was frightened by the news, why her mother would evaluate her like this.

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid it means that she has no supernatural powers and is the product of the failure of the combination of two families.

Song Ye broke free from the memories, and found that her nails had sunk into her palms, causing a tingling pain. She lowered her brows, closed her eyes, and suppressed the too strong emotions.

When she raised her eyes again, what was left between her brows and eyes was only a large area of ​​indifference.

Immediately, she looked away from Ye Meimei, and she noticed a slender figure behind him.

The lavender skirt is an improved modern style of the Ru skirt in the Han Dynasty. The light gauze hangs down from the chest to just cover the thighs, revealing a smooth and slender calf. But it has already bloomed, so exquisite that it is impeccable, with a beautiful eyebrow, a small and straight nose bridge, and a small cherry mouth. Every detail is just right, like a perfect creation of God.

This face is [-]% similar to Ye Meimei's, but it looks like it was typed out of a copier to Song Ye's.

Even Qin Zhan on the high platform showed a different kind of unexpected emotion in an instant. He didn't know Ye Lingyin's existence, and it was the first time he saw her.

At a certain moment, Qin Zhan subconsciously looked at Song Ye who was not far away, and he was sure that there was no technique of avatar synthesis, and the similarity that even confused the person next to him was enough to prove how imaginative the two were.

There were gasps on the scene one after another, and even the disciples who could see the master's family once a year couldn't help admiring.

This much-loved eldest lady of the Ye family is so delicate and beautiful, so beautiful that it feels unreal.

Even Song Ye herself has a kind of tangerine that looks in the mirror. She has never paid much attention to her appearance, and most of the time she is disguised for convenience. It feels strange to see a living replica so clearly.

(End of this chapter)