You Tong was in a daze, feeling that the sky above her head suddenly lit up, and then everyone's eyes were focused on her. Some were envious, jealous, surprised, and jealous. Her heart was pounding.
As I stood there, I suddenly felt that the air around me suddenly became very thin, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.
She, she, she... was actually chosen?!
Princess?!
She has never bought a lottery ticket before, why did she win this time?!
She was still holding the tray in her hand, and her hands were shaking slightly. Several glasses in the tray were knocked against each other, making a small trembling sound. Although the dazzling light illuminated her face, the faint sadness between her eyebrows was still vague.
It can be seen that the lightly drawn eyelashes and slightly pursed pink lips naturally exude an innocent atmosphere.
The host walked steadily towards her holding a huge gift box.
The host stood in front of You Tong and spoke directly without glancing at the name tag on her chest, "Miss You Tong, please go to the backcourt to change clothes. Professional stylists are already waiting."
You Tong was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.
Hu Die seemed to be the first to react among all the people around her. Resisting the urge to scream, she grabbed You Tong's hand, took the tray from her hand, then raised her stiff hands to take the gift box, and then
He gently pushed her towards the dressing room in the back.
"You Tong, are you scared out of your mind? Calm down, I'm here!" Hu Die's voice was trembling, while You Tong was completely confused.
"I don't..." Just as she was about to say something, the stylists waiting in the dressing room had already swarmed in.
You Tong was pinned down on a chair by everyone. She struggled several times to get up, but was held down by Hu Die. Compared with the previous makeup session, this time, the scene was much bigger, with more than a dozen professional makeup artists, and some
Some do their faces, some do their hair, they all perform their duties and are well trained.
"What...are you doing?!" You Tong looked at them in the mirror stupidly, his tone also stupid.
No one answered her question. You Tong was so stunned that she couldn't speak. She felt like she was lost in a fog.
"Miss You's skin is very good, but why is this side of her face swollen?!"
"Well……"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Just apply ice and apply our specially prepared essential oil on it!"
In the dressing room at the back, You Tong was manipulated like a puppet by a group of people, while in the banquet hall at the front, Rong Yuchi narrowed his eyes and looked around at everyone who looked jealous.
In the most glorious way, it is as easy as a piece of cake to find the person who hates her the most.
Soon, Li Jiaqi's slightly ferocious face came into view.
Rong Yuchi's eyes were probing with understanding, shining with an intriguing brilliance in the dim light.
Slowly curling his lips, the small arc at the corner of his mouth that is almost inaudible is so meaningful.
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Fifty minutes later, You Tong's floating mind finally returned to reality, only to find that he was pushed onto the stage by everyone.
The lights in the entire venue still only illuminated her body. The silver-white dress was both bright and strong, soft and yet had serious lines.
The gorgeous smoke-like long skirt adopts an empire-style high waist, a fitted bustline design, and complex and exquisite embroidery exuding elegance and luxury. It is slightly off-the-shoulder, revealing the perfect shoulders and neck, and the waist seems to be uncontrollable.
The left side of the long skirt is slit very high, and the slender and shapely legs are looming, adding to the sex appeal. The skirt is decorated with many pearls with soft luster, and they are as elegant as white clouds.
The crystal slippers on my feet are like a dream.
The crown on the head is shining with stars.
Romantic feelings are like poetry, pictures, dreams, and nursery rhymes, everything is breathtakingly perfect.
You Tong stood stunned on the stage in silence for a few seconds. Suddenly, You Tong heard footsteps beside her. A familiar figure and a familiar breath were slowly approaching her. Subconsciously, she was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her body.
My throat and palms were all sweaty.
Rong Yuchi stood beside her, lightly holding his lips, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said to her lightly, "It was Li Jiaqi who beat her, right? Don't worry, I will make her look good."
You Tong was suddenly startled, breathing a little quickly, and biting his lip out of habit, "You...what are you going to do?!"
The speakers and microphones on the stage seemed to have been turned off, so that no one in the audience could hear their gentle conversation.
Rong Yuchi pursed his lips and said nothing, but stared at her deeply. His eyes were cold and sharp as a knife. You Tong felt that he was about to faint. The air around her was gone away from her, and she was severely deprived of oxygen.
After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, with a trace of mockery on his handsome face, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to prove one thing..." He paused, with an unpredictable expression, "No one is allowed to touch my people.
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ah?!
He, he...what did he say?!
You Tong suddenly raised her head, her eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief. That stern face bathed in dim light looked so serious, so serious that it made her feel panicked.
Suddenly, she had a strange illusion, as if his domineering tone was also filled with amazing tenderness, and his slow breath was filled with throbbing factors, and the invisible heat flowed in the blood, as if he had been poured down.
I drank a glass of strong wine, and the terrible alcohol was fermenting in my body.
However, his eyes were so evil and as cold as cold stars. She subconsciously became frightened. She clenched her little hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms. Her beautiful eyes flashed with begging, and she said softly and cowardly, "
Don't mess around."
Rong Yuchi narrowed his eyes and gave her an unfathomable look, his jaw tightened slightly, the corners of his lips curved upward, and he revealed a devilish smile, "I never mess around."
The countdown suddenly sounded again at the scene, and this time, the imminent bell was the stroke of midnight.
At 12 o'clock, Cinderella's moment is not over, but just beginning.
The audio equipment and microphone on the stage were turned on again at some point. Rong Yuchi slowly walked forward, held the microphone in a smart manner, pursed his thin lips, and finally spoke...