With a bang, Meng Ziqing fell to the ground, and her whole body hurt from the fall.
"Qin Ge, can you give me a hand?" Meng Ziqing stretched out her hand delicately, hoping that Qin Ge would give her more tenderness.
Qin Ge looked sideways at Meng Ziqing on the ground, his brows suddenly frowned, and then surprise flashed across his face, "Meng Ziqing, what's wrong with your chin?"
"My chin?" Meng Ziqing touched her chin. The feeling... was terrible, as her chin was pinched into a pit.
"Hey? Ziqing, you have a pit on your chin, which is deformed. I'm telling you, don't use prostheses of that quality. It's very unreliable. You didn't listen at the time. What should I do now?
I have to go back and refill it. Let me tell you, you have to be willing to spend money on plastic surgery. The quality of the prosthesis is poor, and you will be very worried in the end. I still have Dr. Chen’s phone number. I will send it to you. You can find him to refill the prosthesis.
Let’s get in shape. And about your breasts, Dr. Chen even talked to me a few days ago about the quality of the silicone gel. He said you might go back to him at any time.”
At this moment, Luoyue was like a loudspeaker, sputtering a lot in order to attract everyone's attention.
Sure enough, the artists who were chatting and taking photos noticed what happened here.
"Meng Ziqing's face turned out to be really plastic surgery."
"I told you before that it was just plastic surgery, but you don't believe it. Look at her chin, my God, it turned into this with just a slight pinch. It looks like plasticine."
"Pfft... Meng Ziqing also calls herself a natural beauty. What a natural beauty."
The sarcasm continued, and Meng Ziqing collapsed. She covered her face with one hand and pointed at Ye Feifei with the other hand. With tears in her eyes, she said aggrievedly: "Ye Feifei, you tricked me. Just now you deliberately tripped me and made me look embarrassed!"
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Ye Feifei spread her hands, looked around, and said helplessly: "Please, I don't have one."
"You did, you did it on purpose! Damn woman! They all saw it just now!" Meng Ziqing said and stood up.
Ye Feifei turned around, looked at the people eating melons, and asked softly: "Did you just see it?"
The crowd shook their heads.
That's right, no one noticed when Ye Feifei made her move just now, but she found the right moment.
"Believe me, Ye Feifei was really trying to trick me just now. She just wanted to make me look bad and make me..." Meng Ziqing wanted to cry anxiously.
Luoyue blinked her big eyes and looked at Meng Ziqing innocently and innocently, "Ziqing, the deformation of your chin is due to a poor choice of prosthesis. This is not Ye Feifei's fault."
Meng Ziqing became anxious and covered her chin with her hands, "Luoyue, will you die if you stop saying a few words?"
"I... I'm just telling the truth. Everyone knows that I am naturally upright, so why are you... so mean to me." Luoyue said, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
Luoyue is also serious about making trouble.
"You, you and Ye Feifei are in the same group!" Meng Ziqing became anxious and said while stamping her feet.
Luoyue puffed up her cheeks and said angrily: "Meng Ziqing, what do you mean?"
Seeing that his artist was about to quarrel with someone, Meng Ziqing's manager Fan Qin came up quickly and said, "Sorry, sorry, my Ziqing was a little irritated today, let's go first."
"Sister Qin, I won't leave!" Meng Ziqing cried. She managed to sneak into the fashion festival, how could she leave?
Fan Qin had no choice but to lower her voice and said to Meng Ziqing: "Your chin is almost falling now. If you stay here any longer, you will only make people laugh. Be good, let's go back and repair your chin first."
Chin repair? Meng Ziqing finally calmed down. She sobbed twice, glared at Ye Feifei fiercely, then lowered her head and said, "Let's go."