Chapter 45

With the soothing and gentle piano music, the girl took the old man's arm and slowly walked down from the second floor.

The girl's back is straight, her expression is indifferent and calm, her posture is elegant and noble, slow and unhurried, like the queen inspecting the territory, and all her subjects look up to her downstairs.

"Is this the girl from the countryside? It's impossible? I wish Xiang Xiang can't catch up with her all-round style?"

"All the rumors come from nowhere. They must be rude. I don't think the celebrities in ManJiang Prefecture will live anymore."

"I wish my family what shit luck. How can my daughters be better than each other?"

"Don't say, she looks better than everyone in Zhu's family. Her nose, eyebrows and eyes are tut Tut, which is more exquisite than the cosmetic template. She is completely long with the advantages of her parents."

"I wish everyone's nose doesn't look as good as hers. I don't think it's genetic, it's genetic mutation..."

Listening to the whispers around him, Lin Qing looked vaguely proud and had a feeling of elation.

For the first time, she felt that the daughter she had always disliked had given her a face. She hadn't raised it all day and could be so excellent. It must be inherited.

Listen, she doesn't feel right. Why doesn't she look like Zhu's family? Also gene mutation? Is it so hard to admit that others are excellent?

Lin Qing always regarded these people as jealous.

Walking to the empty platform in the middle of the stairs, they stopped. Grandma Zhu held the mirror's hand and said with a smile, "welcome to tonight's reception banquet. This is my granddaughter, mirror. Come and say hello to you."

I wish grandma looked at the mirror with encouragement.

Everyone's attention is focused on the mirror at the same time. It's hard for an ordinary 16-year-old girl to bear so much attention. It's good not to be nervous and make mistakes.

The girl calmly looked at the people downstairs. Her eyes were like cold winter snow and spring rain, moistening everything. The gentle moistening thing brushed silently from everyone's heart.

"Hello, everyone. I'm the mirror." The ethereal voice was dreamy and had a very unreal feeling.

"I'm glad you all came to my reception banquet. Please forgive me in the future."

Neither humble nor arrogant, generous.

I wish grandma came down with the mirror and led her to meet her elders one by one. The mirror is like a clever and obedient little granddaughter. If she stood on the ladder at the beginning, she felt high, but when she stood by my grandma, she didn't talk much and was humble enough to easily please everyone.

"I wish the old lady luck. I'm greedy for such a lovely and beautiful granddaughter." Mrs. ye said with envy.

I wish grandma laughed and had a good spirit. Looking at Ye Lan around her, "it's far worse than Miss Ye."

The eyes are full of pride.

Mrs. ye said to Ye Lan, "Miss Zhu has just come back. Many personnel are unfamiliar. You are a sister. You should take care of her more."

Ye Lan smiled and took Mingjing's hand: "sister Mingjing, can I call you that?"

It's not wise to play too high and too few. Mingjing smiled and said, "of course."

"At Mrs. Jiang's tea party last time, I was shocked when I first saw sister Mingjing. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to talk to you. There's plenty of time today."

Looking at Mingjing, he easily got close to Ye Lan. I wish grandma a happy nod.

Only by successfully entering the circle of celebrities can Mingjing go a little smoothly in the future.

Next, Ye Lan took her to see Gao Jia and Zhao Zhen and Li Jiaojiao. They were all in the same circle and did not exclude the addition of Mingjing. Soon, the group talked and got very happy, at least in front of outsiders.

"Miss Zhu, I really feel wronged for you." Li Jiaojiao shook the wine glass and sighed faintly.

Looking at the prosperity in the field, the bright mirror smiled faintly: "wealth lies in heaven, people have their own lives."

"I'm really worthy of being a nun. I have a set of great principles." Li Jiaojiao sniffed that she was not afraid of each other. Now her face is for the sake of utilization value.

Mingjing is not ashamed, just a faint smile. It feels like a fist on cotton. In contrast, she looks like a clown. Li Jiaojiao angrily said, "don't toast and don't drink."

Zhao Zhen patted her on the shoulder: "what's your hurry? Master Mingjing makes sense. This is the master's consciousness."

"Master Mingjing, she's just a big miss. Don't be so general with her."

The mirror smiled, "how can it be? Miss Li is very cute."

lovely? Describe yourself as cute? Li Jiaojiao felt badly humiliated.

But looking at the placid face of the mirror, I can't make any intrigues and tricks to stir up discord. It's a fucking evil door.

"What about Zhu Xiangxiang? Are you ashamed to appear?" Li Jiaojiao really spared no effort to attack Zhu Xiangxiang.

Gao Jia suddenly pointed to a boy opposite and touched Ye Lan: "who is the boy wearing a very fussy bag next to Jiang Jinchen? Why have I never seen him?"

Flower shirt, waist tied white shorts, coupled with Wanjin oil residue men's tin foil hot, in the crowd, that is the brightest cub, Sao broken leg.

Gao Chang and Jiang Jinchen are both excellent beautiful teenagers. This guy is not inferior between them. On the contrary, his eyes are more flexible.

Ye Lan shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

"Isn't your brother nearby? Just call him and ask him?"

Gao Jia glanced: "forget it, I can't provoke this guy."

"He's looking this way. Who is he looking at?" Gao Jia lifted the hair in her ear and showed her most beautiful smile.

Ye Lan looked at the mirror behind her and thought deeply.

"Jiangzhou is indeed a land of outstanding people. It is rich in beautiful women. They are rich and thin. Each has its own merits. Especially tonight's protagonist, I finally understand the meaning of the poem that there are beautiful women in the North who are left behind and independent."

Jiang Jinchen glanced at him: "can you recite poetry?"

"Who do you despise? I will open the heavy door without lock and soak a red peony..."

Jiang Jinchen's face sank, hurriedly covered his mouth and hissed, "I don't learn well all day at a young age."

Bai Ziyan smiled and his eyes showed a thief light: "if you haven't seen it, will you know what this poem means? Don't pretend to be serious at a young age. My brother knows you."

"Get out." Jiang Jinchen turned his back and didn't bother to look at him.

The tip of the ear is quietly red.