The dress Lu Yaqing talked about was a pink tutu with a very gaudy style. She brought it here specially today and planned to find an opportunity for Lu Xixin to change into it.
Unexpectedly, the timing came just right, the birthday feast had just begun, and she could change into it.
Yes, after listening to Lu Yaqing's words, Mother Lu quickly reacted and quickly changed her dress before everyone arrived to save herself from embarrassment.
She hurriedly said: "Xixin, go to the room upstairs with Yaqing and change your clothes."
"Change clothes?" Lu Xixin lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes rested on Mother Lu's face for two seconds, her eyes puzzled: "Why do you need to change?"
She thought the dress was very nice.
It was a dress designed by Abel that had never been seen in public for three years, and every aspect was in accordance with her preferences.
Lu Xixin likes this dress very much.
Mother Lu was going crazy.
Why does this girl have no self-esteem at all? Doesn't she feel ashamed?
He took a deep breath and managed to calm down his emotions: "What kind of occasion is this? You can't let you mess around. You can wear any messy clothes. Go and change quickly. Don't be ignorant."
"Mom, don't be angry." Lu Yaqing patted Lu's mother on the back to comfort her, "Sister may not know the rules of a high-class dinner. I will tell her slowly in a while and she will understand."
Mother Lu's anger had been suppressed, but when she heard Lu Yaqing's words, she was coaxed and ignited again.
This Lu Xixin is really too shameless, he doesn’t understand anything, he can’t do anything about it, he’s so embarrassing!
Lu Xixin had never understood why Mother Lu was angry before, but it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized it.
It turned out that it was because the brand of her clothes was not loud enough.
Lu Xixin turned around, took a glass of red wine from the passing waiter, then leaned on the railing and shook the glass.
The tall crystal cup is spotless and clear, which can clearly reflect the mellow red color of red wine.
What a beautiful glass of wine.
Then, with a slight twist of her wrist, the red wine flew up and poured all over Lu Yaqing's skirt in the direction.
"Ah——" a scream sounded.
Lu Yaqing lowered her head and looked at the stain of red wine on her skirt, her body was slightly trembling, her usually gentle eyes were about to burst, and there was no trace of blood on her face, she was as pale as an evil ghost.
Lu Xixin!
You are looking for death!
Zhao Yuanyuan and others quickly gathered around to support Lu Yaqing, comforting her while glaring at Lu Xixin: "You're crazy!"
Mother Lu was so angry that her whole body trembled and shook, and the veins on her forehead trembled. She tried her best to restrain herself: "What are you doing?"
Other ladies also looked at Lu Xixin in surprise and couldn't understand: "This is the dress [Angel], Mr. Abel's work, a dress worth tens of millions."
Just ruined by a glass of red wine!
"Are you crazy? You're wearing ordinary clothes, but you're jealous of Yaqing's dress." A lady pursed her lips, feeling that Lu Xixin was really unworthy and couldn't afford high-end luxury brands, so she was jealous of others.
Listening to everyone's sarcasm, Lu Xixin chuckled lightly, raised her hand and handed out the red wine glass.
There was no waiter nearby, but a socialite watching the excitement happened to be standing here.