"Who am I talking about? Don't you have any idea in your heart?"
Yang Yingying couldn't bear the slightest loss on her lips.
"Yingying, please stop saying a few words. We are all friends. What should we say on such an occasion?"
Anyone who looks at the scene of Jiang Xue being a "good old man" will think that Jiang Xue is a well-educated and sensible lady.
"I'm talking about you, Jiang Xue, don't we know what you are thinking in your head?"
Yang Yingying sneered: "I don't know who it was. She wore a bathrobe and knocked on someone's door in the middle of the night. In the end, the door didn't even open."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings became eerily quiet, and everyone's eyes turned towards Jiang Xue in unison.
"Yang Yingying, do you dare to talk about my sister? I will tear your mouth apart!"
When Jiang Hao was about to rush over, he was stopped by the bodyguard.
"Yingying, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. I'm afraid you misjudged the wrong person at first. Is there any misunderstanding?"
Jiang Xue's eyes were red, and her face was extremely ugly, as if she had been greatly wronged, but the look she looked at Yang Yingying was somewhat warning.
Tell her to stop talking.
But who is Yang Yingying? Why should we be afraid of her?
"Oh, then why were you kicked out of the country and went abroad?"
Yang Yingying asked directly without giving any face.
Jiang Xue's entire body froze.
How could it be!
Why does Yang Yingying know?
Jiang Xue glanced at Jiang Hao in a panic. Jiang Hao protected her, pointed his hand at Yang Yingying and said rudely: "If you continue to talk nonsense, I will really tear your mouth apart."
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
...
"Bang bang bang." There was a loud knock outside the door.
"Miss An An, please open the door quickly."
Zhang Yuan's voice was heard at the door.
"My Miss An'an, what are you still doing? The people who are greeting you at the door are all knocking on the door. Go and open the door!"
The stylist is in a hurry.
"There's no rush."
A slow voice came from the dressing room.
"Don't you have to give out a few red envelopes to those who accept a bride? If you don't have any red envelopes, won't it be too easy to open the door?"
After spending a long time, I finally closed the zipper on the back, opened the door of the fitting room and walked out.
"Although what you say is true, you are right, but...my God, the dress you are wearing, little Princess An An, is so beautiful."
The stylist was shocked.
He is the first person to actually wear such a simple style so beautifully. This chapter has been completed!