Song Wanwan was instantly amused: "That should be really positive, haha."

Rong Luchi's facial features were as perfect as if they were carefully carved by a magician.

"Yes, he's handsome, rich, and has a body comparable to a male model. You two didn't tell me you were together at the time, so I had to secretly photoshop your picture, and I specially found my favorite male model to do it."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, he saw that picture."

When Zhou Mianmian heard this, her face froze instantly!

"My image! It's gone!"

Zhou Mianmian frowned and thought about it. She had photoshopped the picture and specially found the model photo taken by her boyfriend.

"Wow, wow, wow, I'm too embarrassed to face anyone! I won't live anymore!"

Zhou Mianmian covered her face with her hands, unable to accept this fact for a while.

"Hahahaha, let's see if you can mess around again next time."

"Wow, wow, so shameful. Do you dare to do it again next time? I'll find someone else next time!"

"Who? Jiang Mo? Hmm?" Song Wanwan leaned over and looked closer at her best friend's cute little face that looked aggrieved.

"Gudong." Zhou Mianmian swallowed secretly.

When she talked about retouching Rong Luchi's photos, she felt ashamed.

When mentioning Jiang Mo, she thought of the last time they were in the hotel bed, and she really felt him.

"Hey, why is your face so red? What did you come up with to blur out the mosaics? Tell me about it."

“Miss Song Wanwan, how come you became such a hooligan after you got married!”

Even someone as shameless as her felt embarrassed by her.

Damn it, why do I blush so much when I hear Jiang Mo's name?