Dressed as a female supporting role in an abusive novel, she was spoiled by the male lead

Chapter 57 Accident
Just when Song Li felt that the heat was almost ready for the next step, it was time for the season change.

Major luxury brands brought the latest styles of clothes, jewelry and bags to Huo's house for Song Li to choose from.

One car after another was parked at the gate of Huo's house, and the well-trained staff came in and out carrying expensive new models of the season.

A drama like this is staged at least once every three months in the Huo family.

The original owner and Song Li belonged to dead houses, and they didn't like to go out to socialize very much. After graduating from university, they stayed at Huo's house and became freelancers. The original owner studied painting, and occasionally took orders and drew pictures online, just to pass the time.

Mr. Huo loved the original owner very much. Whenever major luxury brands released new models, they would directly move to Huo's house for the original owner to choose.

Poverty limits the imagination of ordinary people.

Many people in the specialty store can only afford to buy a bag by saving money, and they are arranged in a pile like a Chinese cabbage in front of Song Li for people to choose.

Huo's hall was arranged as a simple show scene.

Models wearing the latest bags and jewellery, walked around on catwalks to music and lights.

Song Li was holding a book, sitting at the best viewing angle, his gaze remained dull.

Seeing it in the memory of the original owner and being shocked at the scene are two different things.Moreover, the original owner doesn't seem to have such a large formation and scale in his memory, right?

"Ma'am, just tick the one you like." Uncle Wang went to the side to direct the staff and servants to work.

The routine deliveries are all expensive new luxury items, including expensive jewellery. Security work must be in place to prevent unruly people from taking advantage of the chaos.

Song Li closed the notebook. Inside the notebook were the graphic introductions of the clothes, bags, jewelry, and shoes displayed on the models, as well as the zero circled behind the price, which made Song Li silent.

"Doesn't Mrs. Huo like anything?" The staff responsible for the overall affairs of this event noticed Song Li's gaze, and introduced respectfully and earnestly, "Mr. Huo specially ordered that many of these new models are designed according to your preferences. Designed, this sky blue skirt is good, it matches your temperament, this bag is a special style specially designed by the designer for you, the pattern on it represents..."

Song Li was dizzy from hearing this, and kept ticking ticks under the introduction of the staff.

Standing not far away, Hua Rongrong, who was helping a maid to tidy up, bit her lip, staring fixedly at Song Li who was sitting on the sofa like stars holding the moon, enjoying the adoration of everyone.

The jealousy in her heart was like a fire burning her reason.

Unwilling resentment grew from the heart and flowed through the whole body with the blood.

In a daze, Hua Rongrong seemed to see that it was her who was sitting among the crowd with a charming smile. With reserved and noble eyes, she critically looked at the clothes displayed on the models. Occasionally, when she saw the one she liked, she would nod dignifiedly, calmly Tick ​​off the book, accepting everyone's admiration and admiration...

"Rongrong, help me lift the box." The servant's voice shattered Hua Rongrong's fantasy.

She came back to her senses, and looked down at her table of plain white dresses, dusty hands, and the messy boxes and sundries in front of her eyes.

"Rong Rong?" The servant was still calling her.

Hua Rongrong took a deep breath, turned around, ignored the servant's shout, and strode towards Song Li.

"Little Li!"

Hua Rongrong's voice was rapid and loud, interrupting the chattering staff who were introducing Song Li.

Hua Rongrong strode to Song Li's side, slightly raised her chin and frowned, glanced at the models in the catwalk, as well as the eager staff, with accusations and dissatisfaction revealed in her eyes.

staff member:"????"

"Little Li, why don't you just go to the shopping mall to buy something, the price is more favorable if you have everything you need. How can you be so extravagant and licentious? Do you know how many children can't afford to go to school, how many poor people can't afford to eat, live in?" Can’t afford a house and suffer from hunger and cold?” Hua Rongrong’s face showed pity, “You have to make such a big effort to buy clothes and jewelry, it’s a waste of money, it’s too wasteful, use the money to donate to do good deeds, help more people Wouldn't it be more meaningful for people in need?"

Song Li: "..."

staff member:"……"

Staff: "Who is this?"

Huarongrong straightened her back, with an air of neither humble nor overbearing: "I am Huarongrong."

The future mistress of the Huo family.

Hua Rongrong silently added in her heart.

The staff sneered in disdain, thinking it was Huo.With a smile on his face, "Mrs. Huo, your servants are really concerned about the country and the people. I have always heard that Mr. Huo and Mr. Huo are very keen on charity. I never thought that a servant would have such a high moral sentiment."

Before Song Li could speak, Hua Rongrong became a little annoyed, "I'm not a servant of the Huo family!"

The staff was speechless, and decided to ignore this woman who seemed to have a brain. They looked at Song Li and continued to introduce enthusiastically: "Mrs. Huo, take a look at the model displayed on this model..."

Hua Rongrong snatched the book with her hands. She picked up such a heavy book and threw it on the catwalk.

Just hit a model.

"Ah!" The model who was hit on the knee screamed and rolled down from the temporary runway. The accident stopped.

"What are you doing?" The staff member was so angry that his face was livid. If he hadn't worried about being in Huo's house, he would have pointed at Hua Rongrong's nostrils and cursed.

This is intentional injury, which is no different from murder!
Song Li frowned and got up, went to the injured model and squatted down, looking at the model whose knees were red and swollen, and then rolled down, and the ankles were swollen like a big steamed bun.

"Send her to the hospital, all the medical expenses and lost work expenses..." Song Li turned his head to look at Huarongrong, who was a little guilty, and smiled, "Rongrong, you are responsible."

"What?" Hua Rongrong exclaimed, unbelievable, why should she be responsible, isn't the Huo family responsible for the injury in the Huo family?

Song Li: "You can be so sympathetic and caring to strangers, and you say you are keen to do good deeds to help them all day long. Shouldn't you be more caring for those who have been hurt by you? Or are you just talking hypocrisy?"

Hua Rongrong choked, unable to speak for a while.

Song Li said to the model who endured the severe pain and didn't cry: "You don't have to worry, Rongrong is extremely kind to strangers, let alone the people she hurts, what will happen to your medical expenses, lost work, mental damage, etc. , even if you open your mouth, Rongrong will take responsibility, right." In the last sentence, Song Li looked at Hua Rongrong.

"Yes." Hua Rongrong nodded aggrievedly.

Originally, he wanted to accuse Song Lijiao of being extravagant, spending money like water, being selfish and unkind, and by the way, to set off his kindness and generosity, who knew that he would become like this after a mistake.

She didn't mean to hurt that model!She didn't do it on purpose!It's really hard to see Song Li wantonly squandering Yuan's brother's money to steal the book. Who knew that model just happened to bump into him.

So big people don't have eyes and can't walk on the road. There are so many open places and they bump into the book without walking. Can I blame her for not having eyes?
Hua Rongrong was so wronged that she wanted to die.

(End of this chapter)