Fashion information is being played on the TV in the living room: Recently, the new fashion designer Isabella won the International Best Newcomer Award for her work "Song". Her series of clothing quickly became popular all over the world, becoming a favorite among the upper class and major celebrities.
New products that celebrities are rushing to buy.
According to reports, Isabella will appear on the covers of various fashion magazines. People have to sigh, she is really a genius that people admire.
What is eye-catching is not only her works, but also her almost perfect, angelic appearance. Many people have questions, is her perfect appearance the result of plastic surgery?
Bang, the TV screen ended, and the reporting sound also ended.
The woman sitting on the sofa is none other than the new fashion designer reported on TV just now, Isabella.
She looked through the clothing album in her hand, and the last question in the report rang in her mind: Was her perfect appearance a result of plastic surgery?
She slightly curled her lips. Yes, her face was carved by the world's top plastic surgeons. She has the most perfect proportions of facial features and is a peerless beauty that all women would be crazy to envy when they see her.
She also didn't expect that her appearance, which was completely ruined, could actually have such a face.
The top plastic surgeon said that she would be his last 'work', and he would stop working on her from then on, unless another plastic surgeon's 'work' appeared to defeat her.
Her face has the three-dimensional and profound facial features of a Westerner and the soft charm of an Easterner. It is a completely impeccable mixed-race face.
At this time, she heard footsteps walking towards the living room and voices.
"Daddy, I want to eat pasta and the steak you fried tonight." The girl said in a childlike voice.
The man said in a low voice with a slight smile: "Okay, I'll do it for you."
"And mommy's, she also likes to eat the steak you fry."
"When did I lose her share?"
While talking, the father and daughter had already walked to the living room.
Han Chen was holding his daughter's little tiger head schoolbag in one hand, and holding the pink and jade-like kawaii girl in the other hand.
The little girl had naturally curly hair, a round and plump face like an apple, and a pair of dark eyes like black grapes. When she saw the woman sitting on the sofa, she broke away from her father's hand and immediately ran towards her.
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"Mommy, I'm back from school!" She jumped directly into the woman's arms.
The woman hugged her, but frowned unnoticeably, because the force of her lunging in was a bit too much for her body.
Han Chen noticed her subtle expression and immediately stopped the child's behavior: "Momo, be good, come to Daddy."
He knew that although Ye Ruge's body had been repaired, it was still very fragile. Now her body was like a porcelain doll, completely vulnerable.
After all, she was so seriously injured. According to common sense, she should have died long ago. If she survived, she would have to pay a heavy price.
Han Momo refused to get up and remained in her arms: "I want to hug mommy, can't I?"
Ye Ruge finally agreed to Han Chen's proposal. She would be the child's mother, and they would become a fake couple to give the child a complete home.
She touched the girl's head and said, "Of course." She took the initiative to hug the little cutie.
Xiao Nizi kissed her on the face very passionately: "Mommy, I love you."
For some reason, Xiao Nizi has been very clingy to her since she was a child, so clingy that Han Chen, her biological father, can't help but feel jealous occasionally.
Now, he is used to it, but he still asks with some resentment: "What about me? Don't you love me?"
Xiao Nizi turned back to him with a bright smile: "I love you too...but I love Mommy more."
Han Chen: "..."
Ye Ruge looked down at the baby girl in her arms, and suddenly thought of her child who died in a car accident just after birth...
She didn't even have time to take a look at what the child looked like? She didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl...