Chapter 61: Pinch Off This Little White Lotus (6)
Especially Hai Lanzhu, the humiliation she suffered at the last poetry meeting made her hate her teeth itch every time she thought about it, and she always wanted to find a chance to report back, but every day, Jiang Xinyue always didn't show up, which was really anxious.
Moreover, her eagerness to see Jiang Xinyue was not all because of revenge, but more importantly, in the past month, her relationship with Dong Jiayi has reached the point of confidante. She was really looking forward to Jiang Xinyue's expression when she saw Dong Jiayi frequently showing her goodwill.
In June, the flowers are in full bloom, competing to bloom in the most beautiful posture. The weather is getting hotter by the day, but this is the time of year for women.
Especially in this bustling golden beach, a place full of new ideas and a fashionable atmosphere.
There have long been women who love beauty wearing sexy, bold dresses and gauze skirts in major social venues, with bright lights and wine, staggered and staggered, and heavy makeup is always appropriate.
On this day, Jiang Muxue received another post, unlike before, this time it was very gentle on the surface, but to put it bluntly, it was actually a war post.
It is a good time for Saishi to say that the flowers are in full bloom...... Miss Jiang is outstanding in writing, and her reputation is the entire golden beach, and I hope you will appreciate it.
It's disgusting.
Probably the person who posted it felt that again and again, Jiang Xinyue always didn't come out, so she was in a hurry and directly posted the battle.
If you fight, I will achieve my goal, if you do not fight, then you are a bad seed, this abacus fights, no loss.
Of course, the person who posted this post is not Hai Lanzhu, that little white flower, always pure and flawless, how can he come out and do the things of the wicked?
The next post is the style butterfly, and it is said that this poetry meeting was held by her. As for the real people behind the scenes......
Throwing down the post, Jiang Muxue smiled coldly.
"Miss, you haven't been out for a month, will you go this time?" Ling'er, the little girl on the side, asked.
"Yes, I haven't been out for a month, and everything I cover is moldy, pack up and get ready to go!"
Ling'er responded with a smile.
The master and servant had just arrived at the scene of the "June Poetry Meeting" and were instantly stunned.
It's not that there are many suspects and the place is huge, but the scene of men and women talking and laughing together makes the master and servant dumbfounded.
It's all mixed in the golden beach, and I haven't gone out for a month, so why has the atmosphere suddenly changed?
When will men and women gather together regardless of gender, and sit together in such a bright and bright manner?
"Ling'er, is it all so virtuous outside now?"
Jiang Muxue lowered her head and asked the maid, her voice low.
Ling'er rubbed her toes and said lightly: "Miss, I haven't been out for a long time, I haven't seen it." ”
Jiang Muxue nodded slightly.
It's nothing to think about, as long as there is a party in her world, men and women don't want to sit together, even if they roll together, such as what kind of feast, what are these in front of you?
Seeing Jiang Muxue coming, the organizer of the poetry club, Grace Die, immediately walked with a smile, followed by a few small followers.
"Miss Jiang, welcome to come, it really makes our June Poetry Club shine!"
This sweet mouth, Jiang Muxue nodded with a smile, gladly accepted the praise of the grace butterfly, and then walked over with a smile all the way.
"Look at the villain's ambition, didn't he step on a **** luck last time and made a hypocritical bad poem, I really thought I was a poet!" It was Yan Rumei, a girl from a family next to Fengcai Butterfly, who spoke not only bitterly and harshly, but also in a loud voice.
Grace Butterfly waved her hand and sneered, "Let her show off for a while, and she will have a thought in the future." ”
"Oops...... Look at Jiang Xinyue, are you a little thinner? The other girl said suddenly, covered her mouth and sneered after speaking, "Jiang Xinyue can also lose weight, it's really a miracle of the world!" ”
"People she likes can't even look at her, so she can't swallow it!" Yan Rumei continued to be mean, and the girls around Fengjie Butterfly all giggled and laughed non-stop, and their voices were very loud, which caused many people to watch.
You don't have to listen to Jiang Muxue to probably guess that those people are probably laughing at her, just being a group of mad dogs and ignoring them.
She looked around roughly and saw Mu Feiyan sitting in a corner drinking a drink leisurely, and hurriedly walked over to say hello.
"Xinyue is here!" Seeing Jiang Muxue, Mu Feiyan was very happy and hurriedly gave up her seat.
"I didn't expect you to come." Mu Feiyan said that there was a basis for this, after all, Mu Feiyan also knew about the fact that Jiang Xinyue was invited to participate in major gatherings but was refused.
Jiang Muxue shrugged, "Don't you want to do it?" The post is written with a lot of gunpowder. ”
"What are they doing, a bunch of boring women, I didn't plan to come, but when I heard that you were coming, I came...... Ouch, you seem to have lost a lot of weight! ”
"Oh my God! It's really thin! ”
Mu Feiyan's face was full of surprise.
Sure enough, no matter which time and space tunnel, no matter which world space, where there are women, fat and thin are a hot topic.
You've lost weight!
You're fat!
Let's lose weight!
Eternal life and eternity, unquenchable and unextinguishable.
If there is really an eternal inheritance in the world, it is probably green, fat, red and thin.
"I lost 20 pounds."
Jiang Muxue said softly.
I saw Mu Feiyan covering her mouth violently, glaring at the boss, and then patting Jiang Muxue's shoulder fiercely, "How did you do it for so many months?" ”
For the next nearly half an hour, the two women talked endlessly around this topic, anyway, it was okay, Jiang Muxue happily accompanied her to discuss.
After this chatter, the relationship between the two became closer.
Half an hour later, Mu Feiyan was still talking, when a voice suddenly came, making everyone silent.
There was a woman in a dress holding an ancient wheat speaking on the stage, about the appearance of the host.
The woman didn't chatter, just said some opening remarks, and then asked the organizer of the poetry meeting, Grace Butterfly, to speak on stage, and under the compliment of everyone, Grace Butterfly also said a few words in a high-sounding manner, and transferred the microphone to the host again.
For about five minutes, the host said some of the rules of the competition, and the prizes, etc., and then announced the official start of the June Poetry Competition.
At this time, Mu Feiyan touched Jiang Muxue and squeezed her eyes, "See, the one from your family is also here!" ”
Well?
Looking in the direction of Mu Feiyan's finger, Jiang Muxue understood.
In the distance, Dong Jiayi was talking to a few men with red wine, and as he spoke, he glanced at Hai Lanzhu's group of people.
"It's disgusting!" Mu Feiyan gave an evaluation, and probably felt that after the "secret talk" just now, her relationship with Jiang Xinyue was closer, and blurted out: "I don't know what you like about him!" ”
After saying that, even she was stunned.
After all, it's someone else's marriage event, and it's not good for her to comment like this.
"Hey, that's what my mother meant." Jiang Muxue stroked her long hair and said with a helpless look.
Obviously, Mu Feiyan was a little surprised, but she quickly believed Jiang Muxue's words and muttered in a low voice, "What ...... I say?"
Subsequently, the on-site preparations were completed, and the host took out the questions of the first round of the competition.
Mu Feiyan stretched his neck and read out loud, "War." ”
"Oh my God! This must be the question of a man who is keen on current affairs. Mu Feiyan chattered and expressed dissatisfaction.
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