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After listening to the waiter's words, song Manxi calmed down, and his originally nervous mood relaxed a little. It turned out that he just fell asleep, so brother Junxiao left first. He thought it was like in a dream, and he lost her again.

She stroked her sweaty forehead and got out of the car with the waiter. When her feet stood on the ground, she found that her feet were a little vain. If she didn't hold the door, she would almost fall down.

The waiter came to help her, handed her a wet paper towel, and comforted her to relax. However, song Manxi, who wiped his face with a paper towel, didn't hear what he said at all. He just echoed once or twice and was absent-minded. Then she looked in a trance until she came to the lounge.

In the rest room, there have long been makeup artists waiting, and several evening gowns are lined up on the hanger. According to song Manxi's consistent vision, it must be expensive, but now she has no mood to take care of these things too much, whatever. When the deal started, there was no way for her to say it was over.

She once imagined that one day she would attend such a banquet with Junxiao's brother, and then stand beside him as a husband and wife, but now the identity of husband and wife is there, but it is difficult for her to speak. Almost some people in Jiangcheng know that Junxiao is married, and the person she marries is the youngest daughter of the Song family.

But it's different in T city. Most people in T city still don't know. Because of this marriage, something happened later. The Jun and song families tacitly shut up.

"Miss Song, I'm casya. Mr. Jun has told me in advance. Look, which of these evening gowns is more suitable for your taste, go and change it. Then I'll make up for you and promise to surprise you tonight." the makeup artist is a man with a little feminine temperament. When talking, he is a little sissy, But these people in the entertainment industry are generally wonderful.

Song Manxi glanced at the clothes and pointed out: "just this one."

Then he sat in front of the big mirror, looked at himself who was still pale in the mirror and stared at him.

The makeup artist was stunned. She was finished. She just pointed to the first one: "Miss Song, won't you change it?"

His words awakened song Manxi. She stood up from her chair and smiled reluctantly. As a result, the evening dress said, "sorry, I'll change it now."

Kasya stood aside and watched her some mechanical movements. She took her clothes, went into the dressing room, pulled the curtain, and was so quiet that she didn't even breathe from beginning to end, like a mechanical doll.

He seems to have found a very interesting thing and found a wonderful thing: "Mr. Jun, this time, he must have kicked the iron plate."

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

Song Manxi wore the light blue sequined slant shoulder evening dress on her body. Xiaolu Xiang's shoulder and self-cultivation design really accorded with her temperament. Her skin was very white and pale against the light.

She stared at herself in the mirror without saying a word. There was no blood on her red lips. It seemed that she had not recovered from her recent fright.

She went out to tell others about her. Who is brother Junxiao? Wife, partner, mistress, secretary? She closed her eyes and leaned against the cold wall of the dressing room, supporting herself with the power behind her.