The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 112 120: You say no, I want to [1]

After listening to the waiter's words, Song Manxi calmed down and relaxed his nervous mood a little bit. It turned out that he just fell asleep, so brother Jun Xiao left first, thinking that it was like a dream again, and he lost her.

She stroked her forehead covered in cold sweat, and got out of the car accompanied by the waiter. When she stood on the ground with both feet, she found that her feet were a little weak. If she hadn't held on to the car door, she would have almost fallen down .

The waiter came to help her, handed her a wet tissue, and kept reassuring her, but Song Manxi, who was wiping her face with the tissue, didn't hear what he said at all, and only echoed once or twice, She was absent-minded, and until she reached the lounge, her expression was still in a daze.

In the lounge, there was already a makeup artist waiting, and there were several evening dresses lined up on the hangers. From Song Manxi's usual point of view, they must be expensive, but now she is not overly emotional at all. Let's take care of these things, so let's do whatever we want.Once the transaction started, there was no way for her to end it by herself.

She had fantasized that one day she would attend such a banquet with brother Jun Xiao and stand beside him as a husband and wife, but now that the status of a husband and wife is established, it is hard for her to say it. Some people of status and status knew that Jun Xiao was married, and the person he married was the youngest daughter of the Song family.

But it's different in T City. Most people in T City still don't know about it. Because of this marriage, something happened later, and the Jun and Song families tacitly kept silent.

"Miss Song, I'm Cassia, President Jun has already told me in advance, take a look, which one of these evening dresses is more suitable for you, just go and change it, and then I will make up for you, Guaranteed, I will surprise you tonight." The makeup artist is a slightly feminine man, and he speaks in a sissy way, but these people in the entertainment industry are generally very weird.

Song Manxi glanced at the few clothes, then pointed casually: "Just this one."

After finishing speaking, he sat in front of the large mirror, looked at his pale face in the mirror, and stared in a daze.

The make-up artist was stunned. She had finished her selection, so she simply pointed to the first one: "Miss Song, don't you want to change it?"

Song Manxi was awakened by his words, she stood up from the chair, finished the evening dress with a forced smile: "Sorry, I'll go and change right now."

Cassia stood aside, watching her some mechanical movements, took the clothes, walked into the dressing room, closed the curtain, and was so quiet from beginning to end that she didn't even breathe, like a mechanical doll.

He seems to have found a very interesting thing, and also discovered an extraordinary thing: "Mr. Jun must have kicked the iron plate this time."

He stared at the closed door and smiled, then went to get his makeup case.

Song Manxi wore the light blue sequined off-the-shoulder evening dress on her body. The small bare shoulders and the slim design really fit her temperament. Her skin was already very white, and it was reflected in the light. It's already pale.

She stared at herself in the mirror without saying a word, and there was no trace of blood on her red lips, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

Who is she going to tell others that she is Brother Jun Xiao's?Wife, companion, mistress, or secretary?She closed her eyes, leaned against the cold wall of the dressing room, and kept supporting herself with the strength behind her.

　Arsenic: There are still two chapters left, I have saved the manuscript well, and plan to update [-] words in a few days when I am not busy, but I don’t know when it will be [laughing and crying]

　　
　
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