Xiao Lingyun's acting skills were very exaggerated, but her heartbroken look was actually not infectious at all. Ye Weiwei looked at her with four words written on her face: I don't believe it.
Noticing Ye Weiwei's expression, Xiao Lingyun could only sigh and said honestly: "Okay, to be honest, it's not that I bought it inappropriately. I just bought it specially for you."
"Why did Miss Xiao buy me clothes?" Ye Weiwei felt that Xiao Lingyun had no such reason.
"It's very simple. I heard that you frustrated Ye Chuchu. I have a grudge against Ye Chuchu. If you help me, I will give you a gift of thanks." Xiao Lingyun lied.
She really couldn't find a good reason, so she could only use Ye Chuchu.
Sure enough, Ye Chuchu convinced Ye Weiwei with this reason.
She smiled and shook her head, "Actually, there's no need to be so polite. The relationship between me and her is purely personal."
Seeing that Ye Weiwei seemed to believe him, Xiao Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief silently, held her hand and said: "You must be polite, you don't know what happened between me and Ye Chuchu. Anyway, Weiwei, you helped me, this
You have to accept the thank you gift. I don’t care, I’ve already bought it, and I won’t return it if you don’t wear it!”
After saying that, Xiao Lingyun stuffed the clothes into Ye Weiwei's hands, rubbed oil on her soles and turned into a gust of wind and ran out.
Looking at the clothes and Xiao Lingyun's back, Ye Weiwei smiled helplessly.
In the end, she put on the clothes given by Xiao Lingyun. Because Nan Xin sent a WeChat message saying that the interview there required a more modest dress. Her previous clothes were all sold on the street, and she really couldn't wear them to the interview.
Nine forty-five in the morning.
Ye Weiwei came to the first floor of Ruifeng Hotel.
Today she still has no makeup on. But her tall dress makes her extremely dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky.
At first, some people thought she was Ye Chuchu, but soon everyone recognized from her temperament and eyes that she was not.
"Oh my, what a coincidence, I met a talented girl here."
A not-so-pleasant voice came from behind Ye Weiwei.
Ye Weiwei turned around and saw a face that had undergone plastic surgery. She did not recognize the other person's identity for a moment.
The other party curled her lips, touched her chin, walked around her several times, and said repeatedly, "You are a released prisoner and you can still wear the latest Chanel. Isn't it stolen?"
When they first mentioned that she was going to jail, Ye Weiwei knew that the other party had no good intentions.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ye Weiwei glanced at the woman with a cold gaze.
The woman raised her head and laughed, blinked her eyes, and said seductively: "Of course it does matter. Ye Weiwei, we are old acquaintances. Of course I care about your situation."
"I don't know fake faces." Ye Weiwei carried the beauty box and turned towards the number collection area.
But the woman had no intention of letting him go. She took three steps at a time and stood directly in front of Ye Weiwei.
"Fake face? Yes, I have a fake face. Ye Weiwei, why do I have a fake face? Don't you have any idea in your mind?" The woman's voice became sharp, and her eyes were filled with hatred for Ye Weiwei.
When Ye Weiwei heard this, a face appeared in her mind. She took a closer look at the woman's height and the tone of her voice, and instantly understood who she was.
Tang Yang, a student in the design department back then. The one who had her face scratched with glass shards by Ye Chuchu who pretended to be her.
"You hate the wrong person." Ye Weiwei walked around Tang Yang.