When Bo Huan went out, it happened to be her interview.

Because it is a Qing court opera, you need to change into a Qing palace cheongsam and seven or eight centimeters of flower plate bottom shoes.

Bo Huan's leg had been injured before, and it was the first time he wore flowered plate-soled shoes, and it was difficult to move forward.

After changing into shoes, Bo Huan realized that something was wrong.

Even if the dress is fat, the shoes are two sizes smaller than her shoe size, which makes it clear that she will not be happy.

Without even thinking about it, Bo Huan knew who did it.

In front of so many people, Bo Xuewei naturally didn't dare to blatantly embarrass her, but she still had to try her best to let her go.

In her last life, she had had enough of those tricks.

"Do you have any other shoes?" Bo Huan asked softly.

The costume designer raised his eyes to look at her, he was neither a celebrity nor a famous star, and he couldn't give her a good look.

"Only this pair, love to wear it or not!"

After saying it impatiently, he turned around and left.

With so many people queuing up for an interview, which onion is she?

Bo Huan smiled bitterly.

The grievances and humiliations suffered in the previous life were much more serious than this, and she didn't survive the same.

Compared to almost dying under the wheel to get the qualification to act, what are you afraid of wearing small shoes.

Bo Huan took a deep breath, curled his toes, and stuffed it hard.

It hurts......

With a hard effort, he tore at the injured foot, and the pain in his heart hit violently.

Bo Huan was so hurt that he almost made a sound, but he still held back the pain and slowly stood up.

If you have to stand for a long time, it will be really dead!

Bo Huan wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his nose and smiled weakly.

"Bo Huan, prepare!"

Hearing the voice of the staff, Bo Huan was stunned for a moment, and walked towards the front with difficulty.

Every step of the way is an ordeal.

Seeing Bo Huan stand up, the third-tier actress who had been sitting silently next to her suddenly spoke: "Do you know who Bo Huan is?" Her mother is an old man in the entertainment industry, and she was popular all over the world back then. But I heard that ......"

"Tell me what you hear!"

"I heard that I eloped with a married man and was beaten by the man's wife to the point of insanity. Later, he committed suicide! ”

"Yes, yes, I've heard that, too." The women's voices are not big, they are not small, but they can hear every word and Bo Huan clearly.

Bo Huan's gaze slowly cooled, and his fingertips were clenched.

Many outsiders can't possibly know, there is only one reason...... Bo Xuewei told them on purpose.

Bo Huan was surrounded by clouds.

"Really, I heard that when Bo Huan's mother eloped, she made her father angry to death."

"I also heard that Bo Huan also inherited her mother's mental illness......"

"That's it! No matter how beautiful she looks, she is just a psychopath. ”

"She has no works, and she has no reviews. I don't know how I got this invitation card. ”

A bunch of women chattered and discussed quietly, laughing while talking, and raised their heads, but saw Bo Huan appear in front of them at some point.

Facing the girl's delicate and beautiful face, but indifferent as frost, everyone was slightly stunned.

But fortunately, there are many of them, and they are afraid that one of them will not be able to become mentally ill?

Bo Huan stared coldly at the three or four women in front of him, hooked his lips and smiled, and said softly: "It's not that I don't have nothing, don't I still have mental illness?" ”

Several women were stunned, Bo Huan actually admitted that he was mentally ill!

Sure enough, there was a disease!

Bo Huan brushed his slightly curly long hair behind his ears, deliberately revealing his delicate and beautiful collarbones, and every inch of his skin was fair and delicate, which was very eye-catching!

She is only twenty years old this year, her face is impeccably beautiful, and with such a young figure, even if she stands there without saying a word, it is enough to kill these eight women with mouths ten meters long.