Lin Yi brought a skirt, which was made by Ji Tingshen last time.
Ji Tingshen handed her the skirt, but did not enter the locker room, his eyes were a little funny: "I'm waiting outside."
Cheng Wan's lyrics: "..."
I misunderstood, and it seems like a villain's heart.
After changing his clothes, he saw Ji Tingshen standing by the window smoking.
The man was put in one hand in his pocket, and his back in the smoke was a bit lonely.
Cheng Wanci had never seen him smoke. She always thought Ji Tingshen would not smoke. It seems that Ji's recent troubles have really made him anxious.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, he did not turn around, but instead extinguished the cigarette in his hand, throwing the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him before turning around.
The skirt is silver-gray, and the chest and hem are embroidered with silver threads, making the Cheng Wanqu poems that are coming slowly look as dazzling as a queen.
Today is just Lu Jinghong’s birthday party, and this skirt is really high-profile.
However, President Ji was very satisfied.
"Look back and let someone give you all the dresses I ordered last time." Ji Tingshen stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Wanci's hand and walked back.
Cheng Wanci looked at the hands they held together, a little stunned.
She did not refuse Ji Tingshen's proposal. The skirt she is wearing now is definitely a few million, and she can't afford it.
Although she doesn't feel embarrassed to wear a skirt worth tens of thousands of yuan in the counter, as the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. If she often attends such occasions in the future, how can she do without a few decent battle robes?
And for such high-end customs, some people may not be able to invite designers to tailor it even if they have money.
Outside the club, Qian Feifei and others did not leave immediately.
Just being kicked out like this, Qian Feifei was completely disgraced. She had never suffered such grievances.
The man named Wenwen was still fanning the flames: "Feifei, it must be Mr. Ji who helped his wife Cheng Wanci support us. We were kicked out in public, and those people inside didn't know how to laugh at you. It's all because Cheng Wanci!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Feifei turned around and slapped her in the face.
With a "bang", everyone was stunned.
Qian Feifei pointed at Wenwen's nose and cursed:
"It's all your fault, Xiao Bichi. Who asked you to trouble Cheng Wanci?"
As he said that, he pointed to the others: "And you, don't think that Qian Feifei is stupid and has too much money. I don't know what you are thinking. I am rich and beautiful, and you will be jealous and crazy, right?"
All the plastic sisters: "…"
After venting all the anger I had just suffered, looking at Zhongbichi's expression as if she had eaten Xiang, Qian Feifei was in a much better mood and turned to her own car.
Just thinking about Ji Tingshen and Cheng Wanci, Qian Feifei couldn't breathe any more.
Before, people in the entire circle thought that the Qian family was going to marry the Ji family, but she was proud for a long time.
Now it has become a joke. No matter which party she is uncomfortable at, she will be pointed at.
"Cheng Wan's poems, Ji Tingshen!"
At this time, Qian Feifei's cell phone rang, and the caller ID Qu Shiyi.
"That little stepmother Ji Tingshen?" Qian Feifei answered the phone in confusion.
Half an hour later, the two met in a quieter bar.
Qu Shiyi was wearing a looser skirt, and her graceful waist was not completely unsightly.
Qian Feifei actually looked down on her. She married an old man like Ji Hongen. This woman was obviously for money and was not a good thing.