Chapter 1155: The Face-Slapping Devil
Why?
Doesn’t Jingjie like her?
But since he didn't like her, why didn't he reject her?
Scarf was wearing a dress she designed herself, staring blankly at the large LED screen, feeling a chill from the soles of her feet to her heart.
Jing Jie...
I've always been on guard against her. Will he no longer want her?
What should she do if Jingjie doesn't want her anymore?
She had already seen Jingjie's life, and after so many days of living the same life as Jingjie, she had become accustomed to it. She had already imagined everything. What would she do if Jingjie didn't marry her in the end?
Thinking of this, Scarver began to regret it.
If she had known this earlier, she wouldn't have been greedy for the 3 million!
"It's changed, her face has changed!"
"Wow, this slap in the face feels good."
"My sister Qian is really a face-slapping maniac!"
"Sister Qian never lets me down!"
"Little Jie brother didn't disappoint me either!"
The screen was still refreshing almost to the point of bursting, it was extremely lively.
Di Ran hadn't noticed the hidden camera behind him at all. Di Jing'an could only watch as the undisguised cracks appeared on Di Ranle's face as he looked back. He secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.
When the three models stood together, it became clear to everyone that the three outfits were actually a painting.
The painting was modeled after Jing Qian, who wore a black hat, a bright red dress, and a pair of Martin boots, standing on a land covered in waste.
The world is black and white, as if there is no light at all. Only the girl's clothes and expression can make people yearn for it.
All the judges and audience were shocked.
Because this dress is so beautiful and stunning, Jing Jie doesn't need to explain anything, his design concept is clear at a glance.
The model's height from high to low just fully displays the entire picture.
A smile appeared on the corner of Crown Prince Jinglaide's lips: "Is it okay if I say a few more words? You won't think I'm annoying, right?"
The audience said no.
At this moment, the screen has exploded.
"Hahaha, is this what they call losing support when one loses justice? I feel like King Libby and Crown Prince Jinglaide are both helping our little brother Jie?"
"Be more confident and get rid of your feelings."
"Di Ranle, does your face hurt?"
"Prince An, does your face hurt?"
"Di Ranle, Prince An, your ancestors told you to go back and kneel in the ancestral hall to avoid humiliation!"
"Am I the only one who thinks Sister Qian and her family shouldn't go back to Country B?"
"And me, and me. Isn't it nice to be the richest man in Country Z? Why should I go back?"
"I have a feeling my property will be divided when I return..."
Compared to the live broadcast platform, the liveliness on the scene is no less.
Jing Jie looked at the two models and nodded slightly. After the two models understood, they walked towards the model next to Di Ranle.
Di Ranle looked grim at the moment and wanted them to get out, but this was the stage for the Chole competition and she couldn't lose face in front of the whole world.
When the two models arrived, the backstage staff directly brought up two 25 cm chairs for them.
Because Jingjie's shortest model is 155 cm tall, while Di Ranle's is 180 cm tall, there is a difference of 25 cm.
When the two models stood on the stools, everyone discovered that the red silk thread or leather piece on Di Ranle's outfit was exactly the hem of the red dress of the person in the painting.
(End of this chapter)
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