Flower Master in the City

Chapter 848. Yu Mei\'s Wishing

"Sister Isabella, I\'m already at the hotel." Xia Chen quickly said, "Quickly come over."

"Which hotel?" Isabella asked hurriedly.

"Wife, it\'s better if you tell Sister Isabella." Summer thought for a moment, then handed the phone to Muha, who realized he didn\'t know the name of the hotel because he couldn\'t read English.

Muhan gave Isabella the name and room number of a hotel on the phone. Less than half an hour later, they heard a knock on the door, opened it and saw that it was Isabella.

Isabella was still wearing a sexy and alluring outfit, not much different from before. It was just that right now, Toronto was a little cold, so Isabella was also wearing a windbreaker and boots. Although her clothes were a little more sexy, it did not affect her sex appeal at all.

"Young hubby!" Isabella smiled coquettishly at Summer, then pushed her plump body into her arms.

Summer slapped Isabella on the buttocks, but Isabella refused to remove the small word. Summer didn\'t have a particularly effective way to do it, so she could only spank Isabella a few more times.

"Hehe, little hubby, stop hitting me, I\'ll help you investigate Wei Jiaxia\'s situation!" Isabella\'s voice was still as charming as ever, causing Mu Ha to feel a little embarrassed. In terms of acting coquettishly, this Isabella was clearly stronger than her.

"Sister Isabella, is your beautiful senior sister and wife not with you?" Xia Zhi asked with a bit of bewilderment.

"The instructor already left for New York. I specifically waited for you here, otherwise I would have gone with her." Isabella giggled, "Little husband, when I help you kill that Wei Jiaxia, I will also go to New York to meet up with the instructor. Do you want to come with me?"

"New York?" Summer thought for a moment, then looked at Muchan. "Is New York fun, wife?"

"Not bad." "Hubby, if you want to go, we can go to New York and then come back from New York. That\'s fine, but let\'s plan tonight."

"Wife, actually, there\'s no need for any plans. Just let big sister Isabella send me to that idiot and I\'ll go kill him." To him, the most important thing was to find the person. As long as he found the person, everything would be fine.

The idiot that Xia Chen said was the Wei Jia Hua that Isabella mentioned earlier. From the information she gave him, Xia had already seen through this person\'s information and knew what he looked like. What he needed to do now was to kill Wei Jia Hua.

"Hubby, let\'s make a simple plan." She had other things to think about, and she wasn\'t just going to kill a man.

"Fine." Summer promised.

That night in Toronto, it was the morning in the capital. At this moment, Song Yumei was standing at the door of the Song Family\'s residence in the capital, looking at the canopy not far away. There was a faint shadow of a person sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"What are you waiting for?" A cold voice came from the tent, but anyone familiar with this voice would understand that her voice was not as cold as it usually was. However, no one thought it was strange, because the entire Song Family knew that the mysterious and powerful young miss had always treated her differently.

Song Yumei looked at the canopy, trying to see the woman inside more clearly. Unfortunately, even though she was separated by the canopy, she could not see the man\'s expression clearly.

"Twenty years ago, I was only three months old. I don\'t remember that time now, but everyone in the Song Family knows about the first time we met." "From the time I was born to the time I was three months old, I had never cried, nor smiled, but that time, when I saw you, I suddenly smiled, the day you left, I learned to laugh, and when you were about to leave, I cried, I laughed because of you, I cried because of you, because of fate, so from that time on, you stayed in the Song Family, you even personally gave me a name, Yu Mei, from that day onwards, we had the same name, we also seemed to have some sort of mysterious connection."

The woman in the veil did not speak. It was as if she was just quietly listening, or perhaps she was just recalling past events.

Ever since I started to become sensible, everything I\'ve done is for you to be happy. It\'s all to gain your approval, so I wore ancient clothing, because I know that you like ancient items, and also because I know that you like ancient items, and the more I know about you, the more addicted I become to all of this. It also seems that I can understand everything about you, which makes me very happy, and I\'ve always thought that I could truly understand you, and that I could always become the person who understands you the best. Song Yumei continued narrating slowly, "Until that day, when you suddenly took in a disciple, a woman who had nothing to do with you before, unexpectedly became your disciple, and I, I, the person who followed by your side for 20 whole years, was ignored by you. You chose someone you don\'t know at all, but gave up on me, the person who wants to be your disciple the most and knows you the most."

"I already told you, this is for your own good." The woman in the gauze finally spoke, her tone was still as cold as before, "There is nothing good in being my disciple."

"But that\'s what I\'ve always dreamed of." Song Yumei said in a low voice: "Actually, I don\'t like summer, but when I knew that Ning Jie could only become your disciple in summer, I took the initiative to get close to him and consumed a deadly poison of thallium, tricking him into using the eight needles on me, and I also have the same spiritual energy as Ning Jie. I also know that you sent Ning Jie to Qingfeng Mountain, although I don\'t know what you want to do, but I know that it has to do with summer, but no matter what you want to do, I can do it better than Ning Jie."

"I\'ve already said that I won\'t take you as my disciple." The woman in the curtain was silent for a while, then said slowly.

"I will wait here forever." Song Yumei\'s voice was not loud, but it was filled with determination.

"Then continue waiting." The woman in the veil said one sentence, and then she no longer made a sound.