Wen Jing looked at it, or rather, her eyes were straight.

She looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and couldn't believe that the village girl she had never been used to seeing had such a scene.

She should have no skirt to wear, she should have been abandoned by all the designers, and she should have been disgraced and afraid to come to the banquet.

But why, in such a short period of time, how did she create another dress?

And the style of this skirt is a thousand times better than her previous style.

If Chen Meilan could hear her heart, she would definitely say, of course she was sure.

Because Chen Meilan's previous design was only improved, and she did not follow her own ideas, it was not perfect.

But this time, the skirt style was designed according to her liking, with a strong ladylike style from her previous life, which made people feel that she was a lady and a nobleman at a glance.

This newly designed dress will certainly be more stunning than the one that has been modified casually.

In just a few minutes, Wen Jing fell from the focus of attention to a foil.

All the ladies and young ladies who were originally around her, all ran to Chen Meilan's side one by one.

Not to mention those boys, looking at Chen Meilan's eyes are shining, I don't know how many times better than when I looked at her before.

Wen Jing was so jealous and uncomfortable that she saw it, why, what is this woman?

Wen Jing squeezed the wine glass in her hand fiercely, as if the wine glass in my hand was Chen Meilan.

At this time, the look on Shu Qiaozhen's face was almost uncontrollable, but she still kept her composure, and when she saw that her daughter had lost her temper, she even showed a jealous look, and immediately stepped forward to remind: "Stop, don't forget that there are so many people watching here, who are you showing this look to?"

Shu Qiaozhen hates that iron is not steel, her daughter just likes to mess with herself.

I like to be jealous when I encounter a little thing, and those noble ladies were already very satisfied with her daughter, but because they saw her daughter's expression, their faces immediately changed, and they were obviously not very satisfied.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Shu Qiaozhen suddenly stepped forward and asked.

When Wen Jing heard this, she thought that her mother was also praising Chen Meilan's slut, and she was so angry that she couldn't do it: "Do you also think that slut is beautiful, and you are also on her side, who is your daughter?"

Shu Qiaozhen was choked by her, and almost slapped this daughter to death without a slap.

She didn't even figure out what she was going to say, so she dared to talk nonsense about her mother, and dared to be so disrespectful to her, she was simply an unfilial girl.

"You, I said that you should be a fool, you listen, Wen Jing, if it weren't for your daughter coming out of my belly, I really don't want to care about a fool like you, yes, I'm complimenting her, Chen Meilan is beautiful and tasteful, but so what?" Shu Qiaozhen asked rhetorically.

But Wen Jing didn't hear what she said, but was very uncomfortable because of her mother's admission.

"You also admit it, right, sure enough, you all like Chen Meilan......" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Shu Qiaozhen.

"I said, can you use some brains, do you think your mother is the kind of person who grows up with her ambition to destroy her prestige? I mean, Chen Meilan will not be a village girl even if she is beautiful and tasteful, who will look up to her, what is your identity, why bother with her?" Shu Qiaozhen thought that her daughter was simply unable to distinguish between priorities and priorities.

Is such a good thing to be her opponent?

Wen Jing listened, and finally showed a look of sudden realization.

That's right, the most different thing between them is their identity, which is a layer of estrangement that can never be dissolved.

Wen Jing instantly became a lot more proud when she thought about it: "Mom, what you said is so right, why should I envy that village girl." ”

But having said that, seeing that village girl was surrounded and praised by everyone, she still felt angry, so she deliberately stepped forward and dismantled the stage and said: "Yo, this is not Chen Meilan, you also came to participate, like your family is just a poor and white peasant, it is an honor to be able to come to the banquet, I saw that you finally bought a dress, and it seems to be broken in the back, and I don't know how long you saved money to buy a second set, you must cherish it." ”

Although Wen Jing stepped forward to say hello, she had already revealed Chen Meilan's identity to everyone, but she was just an ordinary village girl.

When everyone thinks about it, it turns out that they are not a lady, nor is they a rich second generation.

All of a sudden, his originally enthusiastic expression became cold.

But Chen Meilan was not shocked, and there was no big change in these reactions.

It's not like it's a big deal whether they praise or belittle.

Such calmness has attracted the attention of many people, and it has also attracted some impressive glances from a small number of people.

"I've never told anyone that my dress is broken, how do you know?" she asked abruptly, looking at the person in front of her.

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt as if she had dug a hole for herself.

"My dress is indeed broken, but it was maliciously cut, and the dress has been kept in the studio and has not been seen, how do you know?" Chen Meilan continued to ask.

Everyone is a smart person, and the bends in it are clear when you think about it, and there is something wrong with Wen Jing's eyes for a while.

At that time, Wen Jing also found those mocking eyes, but her first reaction was not to explain but to run away, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others.

But just as she was about to leave, there was a "tearing" sound, and the dress turned out to be a very big hole.

Suddenly, the audience fell silent.

A small boo followed.

"Ahh

How can these fragments shelter a person's body?

The pieces of these clothes fell one by one, and in the end, all that was left on Wen Jing's body was underwear.

In the more conservative era of the '80s, it was no different from not wearing anything.

Even in modern times, it has been exposed like this, and it will definitely become the laughing stock of others.

Therefore, at the beginning, there was no sound in the audience, and in the back there were people's laughter, some people's sighs, some people's ridicule, and some men's obscene ridicule.

Wen Jing almost collapsed.

Chen Meilan thought of Sister Wen at that moment, what Wen Jing experienced was too far behind Sister Wen.