The skirt was torn
"That's the dress your mother sent you." Beside Fu Zhi, there was an average-looking little girl reminding.
Although the haute couture black cheongsam is not as delicate as the diamond-encrusted bellflower skirt, Jinmo's limited edition is not something that money can buy.
To say that there is no envy is absolutely false.
Fu Zhi frowned, took out the cheongsam, and a blue letter was pressed under the black box.
She tore the envelope and woke up to see a line of small print on the black card.
- "Honorable Miss Lu Chuwan. ”
Su Xing tilted his head and said, "Hey": "Isn't this a dress for Lu Chuwan?" ”
"What? Is this cheongsam for Lu Chuwan?! ”
Su Xing took the card in his hand, "Now, her name is written on it!" ”
When Lu Chuwan returned to the dressing room, she heard this sentence.
She subconsciously put her hand on her sore waist.
Fu Zhi's gaze fell on her from afar, her beautiful apricot eyes were cold and obedient, and she whispered: "Take it off." ”
Lu Chuwan was stunned for a moment, and then said disdainfully: "Why? ”
She looked at Fu Zhi and said in a bad tone, "Even if you are jealous of the dress I wear, please pay attention to the occasion, recognize the identity of your adopted daughter, and avoid being embarrassed in school!" ”
"But your dress is branchy." Su Xing put the card and cheongsam together, "This is your dress." ”
Lu Chuwan glanced at Fu Zhi, she was standing in front of the dressing table, her figure hidden in the dazzling incandescent light, teaching people to see her expression clearly.
Lu Chuwan could feel the gazes of the female classmates around her, even if it was quiet at the moment and no one spoke, she felt that each of them had bad intentions and ridiculed her to the fullest, as if to imply that she was low.
She tightened her palms and asked Xu Tongtong sideways, "Did you put the letter that Jinmo gave me into Fu Zhi's gift box when you put the dress?" ”
"Huh? Yes...... Yes, I ......just misplaced it in a hurry" Xu Tongtong licked her lips and said: "Okay Fu Zhi, that cheongsam is yours, you are an adopted daughter, and you want to wear what good clothes you want, don't look for trouble here!" ”
Everyone's eyes were on the two people, and the atmosphere in the dressing room was very solemn.
Fu Zhi's fingertips rubbed against the phone screen, her eyelashes were very long, and when she raised her head at this time, she happened to be on Lu Chuwan's waist.
The white bellflower skirt has a thread that has been stretched out, which is not very obvious, but it is on the verge of collapse.
"Don't take it off," Fu Zhi smiled, looked down at the text message sent by Shen Cizhou, and his tone was quite meaningful, "Okay." ”
Lu Chuwan was furious by her eyes, and sneered, "So it's mysterious!" ”
She hung her breath and sat on the makeup chair, and after half an hour, the teacher with on-site guidance opened the curtain, "Lu Chuwan, you prepare, after Bai Miao, you will come to the stage to speak." ”
"Hmm." Lu Chuwan got up with a gauze skirt.
The spotlight on the stage hit her, lining her skin as delicate as mutton fat and white jade.
In the audience, countless eyes fell on her, amazed and admired, only Xu Wei's face turned pale.
Lu Chuwan heard a boy calling her name, she hooked her lips, held the microphone in one hand, and said thank you for your support.
I walked in front of the judges and was about to bend down to draw the test questions from the cardboard box.
"Ahh
The whole skirt was torn from the waist to the arm.
This was followed by the sound of "crackling" rhinestones crashing from the gauze skirt to the ground.