"Their dresses seem to be the same ......"

In the exclamation, the unconscious people stared at it and finally found it.

- Although the color is different from a few small details.

But other than that, the two dresses are not much different.

And it's not just the "bumping shirts" that are terrifying......

"Wait, aren't they ...... in their looks?"

"Could it be that the daughter of the Song family disappeared for the past two months to have plastic surgery according to her rival in love?"

"Blind, huh? How could she have any traces of a knife? Besides, can a beauty of this level be rectified? ”

"That is, the daughter of the Song family originally looked like this? Is Su Rouyin like her? This ......"

……

For a while, there was a constant whisper.

At the moment of the big melon, everyone speculated in disbelief.

It seems that we are approaching the truth step by step......

Su Rouyin bit her lip and couldn't help but make a sound.

"Ah, I didn't expect to 'collide' with you today."

She was surprised, quickly recouping the bit of embarrassment that was exposed, while trying to lighten her tone as much as possible.

"This is Chanel's new haute couture, or I flew to Paris with Beicheng a few days ago to get it, who knew that it collided with your dress today. This comparison makes me ashamed of myself......"

At this point, it's all about self-humility.

However, when everyone heard this, their expressions couldn't help but become strange.

To be able to enter this level of auction, it is natural that you have a lot of understanding of the fashion circle.

Who doesn't know that "haute couture dress" means high and rare.

In addition, the designer will also adjust according to the customer's requirements, taking into account its body shape, characteristics, etc.

The possibility of "colliding shirts" is extremely low.

If Su Rouyin's piece is a new model that has only been released for a short time.

So...... "Could it be that Song's daughter is wearing a copycat imitation?" ”

I don't know who muttered.

Huo Beicheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of sarcasm.

Su Rouyin shook her head and helped to defend softly.

"It should be the designer inspiration I found at the beginning of the year, and the ...... of Chanel's family"

Before the words were finished, Yan Yan, who had been quietly listening to her performance, finally got tired.

"When you made it, didn't you ask who bought the original?"

The girl asked suddenly.

Su Rouyin was stunned: "What's ......?"

"I can't see what the dress you're wearing today."

Yan Yu said sincerely, and naturally ignored the information foreseen from the "trading book".

"As for the one on me, it's the finale of Chanle's Spring/Summer haute couture show, burgundy, slanted shoulders. Not...... I remember, the designer contacted me a month ago, saying that someone wanted to customize the same style, and asked to change it to pink, with a word ...... shoulder"

She asked, "I guess it's yours, right?" ”

Su Rouyin's expression suddenly became blank.

Seeing this, the reporter with a keen sense of smell immediately shouted.

"So Miss Song, do you mean that this is the original version of yours?"

"Yes." Yan Yu was sure, and the words suddenly changed.

"And my looks, I want you to understand-"

She took the initiative to bring up the topics that people were most concerned about, completely imitating the words of a certain cold president just now, and said calmly.

"From beginning to end, 'Song Chuwei' has always been his own appearance, never someone else."

Before the words fell, Su Rouyin's body shook for a moment.

It's like being poked in the most secret sore spot, and I can't maintain a calm posture anymore.

Huo Beicheng furrowed his eyebrows, and his expression was also difficult to see.

The onlookers looked at each other and remembered what he had just said.

Obviously, the two girls look similar.

Huo Beicheng said that he had never loved his ex-fiancée, but he fell in love with a low-profile version that was inferior to the former everywhere......

Obviously it's greasy!

The media who came back to their senses instinctively raised their guns and cannons, wanting to ask questions.

only to find that in the moment they were stunned, the girl had already turned away.

I could only swarm around the remaining pair again.

"Mr. Huo, may I ask ......" "Miss Su......"

The hustle and bustle kept ringing behind him.

And Yan Yu stepped into the venue happily.

The staff in charge of guidance hurriedly walked up to meet him.

I don't want to walk to the girl's side yet, someone has already taken the lead.