Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

For this reason, Tang Xin's fans are almost angry. Some people are not so good. There are always many ways to discredit you. If you care about them one by one, you will be angry sooner or later.

So they choose to turn a blind eye, as if nothing has been seen, so they have no interest, slowly, this thing will be over.

However, this matter was obviously involved, the heat was high, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty did not come out to clarify, which became an excuse for them to do whatever they wanted.

On this day, it's time to record "Wumei". Tang Xin's back injury has scabbed. As long as it doesn't show, it won't have any effect.

But this time, the clothes that the costume designers of the program team match them with are all backless. All female guests are the same, unless you choose the clothes of male guests.

When Xiao Ju got the news, she had to go to the costume designer to have a theory. However, the costume designer said, "we just accept the above orders. This time, the costumes are all like this. If you don't want to, you can choose to put on your own clothes."

Then, there will be endless darkness.

Little orange returned to the lounge, angry and helpless: "this program is obviously aimed at you, Tang Xin. They are all in one group. You have brought them such a high degree of heat, so they treat us with this attitude!"

"I can't help it. Who wants this show to be Qiao ChuChu's?" Tang sighed. She had known the darkness in this circle for a long time. Now the influence behind Qiao ChuChu doesn't know how big it is. It's worth the show to offend herself again and again for her sake.

"Then what? It's hard to forget about it? But your back injury... "

Tang Xin didn't worry at all. She waved to little orange and said something in her ear.

Small orange in front of a bright, a face you how here fierce looking at Tang Xin, and then ran out dada.

When she came back, she was holding a set of male guests' clothes - a white shirt and a suit pants.

"Hurry up, change your pants, and you won't need your clothes."

"Good, Miss Tang."

This time, in order to avoid the problem of dance beauty again, Xiaobao has made all preparations, sneaked into their stage control system, and designed a software to automatically design the stage, which is very convenient.

Qian'er also invited two professional musicians to control the stage, just like last time, so as to avoid the situation like last time.

Soon, the dress was changed. It was just a plain white shirt and a pair of tolerant brown trousers. Wearing it on Tang Xin, it changed a kind of charm.

The white shirt was changed into a bra effect by Tang Xin's fashion master. Two sleeves were tied behind him, revealing the beautiful scapula and clavicle.

Tolerant suit pants become high waist pants, with a pair of high-heeled boots, not only more than a male heroism, but also women's soft and beautiful show incisively and vividly.

In addition to her retro make-up, her soft black hair turned into wool rolls, and her exaggerated big earrings brought people back to the 1980s and 1990s.

"Wow, Ma Ma is really floating."

"Mmm, bleached wine."

Qian'er nodded coolly.

Tang Xin did not expect that this dress could have such a superior performance on her body, so she was very happy.

Little orange patted her arm: "sister Tang, go, go to war, you will surely win!"

Tang Xin nods to her, looks back at the three children behind her, smiles at them, and pushes the doo