Chapter 1156
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Why?
Could it be that Jing Jie didn't like her?
But if he didn't like her, why didn't he reject her?
Scarver was wearing a dress that she had designed herself. She stared blankly at the big LED screen, feeling cold from the bottom of her feet to her heart.
Jing Jie …
He had always been on guard against her. Would he not want her anymore?
What would she do if Jing Jie didn't want her anymore?
She had already seen Jing Jie's life. After living the same life as Jing Jie for so many days, she had already gotten used to it. She had already planned everything. If Jing Jie didn't marry her in the end, what would she do?
Scarver began to regret thinking about this.
If she had known, she wouldn't have been so greedy for the three million!
"It changed, it changed. Her face changed! "
"Wow, this face slapping feels so good!"
"My Sister Qian is indeed a face slapping maniac!" "
"Sister Qian never lets me down!" "
"Brother Jie didn't let me down either!" "
The screen was still almost exploding with comments. It was extremely lively.
Di Ran didn't even notice that there was an invisible camera behind him. Di Jingan could only watch as Di Zhangle's face cracked when he looked behind him. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
When the three models stood together, everyone could see at a glance. It turned out that the three outfits were actually a painting.
This painting actually used Jing Qian as the model. She was wearing a black hat, a bright red gown, and a pair of Martin boots. She stood on the ground that was full of waste.
The world was black and white, as if there was no light at all. Only the girl's clothes and expression could make people yearn for her.
All the judges and audience were in an uproar.
Because this dress was too beautiful, too shocking. There was no need for Jing Jie to explain anything. His design concept was clear at a glance.
The models from the top to the bottom were just enough to show the whole picture.
Crown Prince Jing Laide's lips curled into a smile. "If I say a few more words, won't you think I'm annoying?"
The audience expressed that they wouldn't.
At this moment, the screen was already exploding.
"Hahaha, is this what they mean by 'an unjust cause finds little support'? Why do I feel that King Libby and Crown Prince Jainryde are helping Little Brother Jie? "
"Be more confident and get rid of your feelings. "
"Di Ming Le, does your face hurt? "
"Prince An, does your face hurt? "
'Di Zhang Le, Prince An, your ancestors want you to go back and kneel in the ancestral hall, so as not to lose face! "
"Am I the only one who thinks that Sister Qian and her family should return to Country B? "
"Me too, me too. Isn't it better to be the richest man in Z Country? Why did he want to go back? "
"Why do I feel like I'll be given a share of my assets when I go back …"
Compared to the liveliness on the live broadcast platform, the liveliness at the scene was not lacking at all.
Jing Jie looked at the two models and nodded slightly. After the two models understood, they walked towards the model next to Di Zhang Le.
Di Zhangle's expression was ugly at this moment. She wanted them to scram, but this was Chole's competition stage. She could not lose face in front of the whole world.
When the two models walked over, the backstage staff directly brought up two 25cm chairs for the two models.
This was because Jing Jie's shortest model was 155cm tall, while Di Zhang Le was 180cm tall. There was a 25cm difference between them.
When the two models stood on the chairs, the audience realized that the red thread or the piece of skin on Di Zhang Le's dress was the hem of the red dress of the person in the painting.
(End of chapter)
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