The first to appear was Su Rouyin.

The delicate woman wears an out-of-print Givenchy white dress, long hair shawl, and elegant makeup.

A graceful middle-aged beauty and a hotly dressed short-haired beauty held her hand left and right.

It is the eldest lady of the Huo family, Jiang Shuhua, and Geng Huixin, the only daughter of the Geng family.

Jiang Xudong and Huo Beicheng, who were in suits and leather shoes, walked behind, two men of different ages, each with their own style, but they all invariably guarded Su Rouyin in front of them, with a cautious posture.

Such an appearance can be called the star arch moon.

A reporter exclaimed, "it."

The Chinese media, which had been squatting for a long time, rushed to ask questions.

"Is Miss Su confident in today's competition?"

"Mr. Huo, what is your attitude towards today's competition between the predecessor and the current one?"

"Dong Jiang, are you going to completely abandon your daughter and support your goddaughter to the end?"

"Mrs. Huo......" "Miss Geng......"

……

In an instant, the hustle and bustle boiled, and the battle was huge.

The local media, who didn't know why, were shocked, and a few even took the initiative to follow and inquire about the situation from this group of foreign colleagues.

The group that was surrounded stopped calmly.

Suddenly, Huo Beicheng swept his eyes coldly, Jiang Shuhua waved his hand, and said "quietly" in a full manner.

The media also fell silent and waited for a response from several people.

Only the flash of light continued to sound.

Jiang Shuhua nodded with satisfaction, patted Su Rouyin's hand affectionately, and said with a smile.

"Naturally, we're all here to cheer for Rouyin. After all, this is the first time for my good daughter-in-law to go abroad to participate in the exhibition......"

A reporter hurriedly asked.

"So in this competition, several of them are firmly on Miss Su's side?"

"Do you need to ask?" Geng Huixin answered.

"Naturally, we support soft sound!"

Jiang Xudong nodded approvingly.

Huo Beicheng had a handsome face, and his always cold look was all taken for granted.

Alas.

Seeing this, the media couldn't help but think of the girl who was disgusted by them, and they all sighed in their hearts.

Several reporters who had long been on the latter's side couldn't help but pout.

I don't know what kind of charm this Su Rouyin has, and she actually won over the other party's biological father......

I was upset, but I heard my foreign colleague next to me exclaim in French.

"Master Boone has arrived!"

Several Chinese media were shocked and looked up.

I saw a middle-aged white man with a broken arm walking over surrounded by several people.

"Mr. Boone will not be interviewed for the time being." "Trouble let's go."

……

In the sound of evacuation, the surrounding Chinese media also hurriedly followed and gave way.

And then.

I saw Charles Boone walking towards Su Rouyin with a smile on his face, and warmly greeted her.

"Sue, you're welcome!"

Rumble!

Now, the scene was completely blown up.

The local media, who had been watching from the sidelines, rushed up and asked Charles Boone loudly in French about Su Rouyin's identity.

The Chinese reporters who were squeezed out could only watch in a daze, listening to Charles Boone introduce Su Rouyin and praise her talent......

Sure enough, this is a contest without doubt.

God knows why the daughter of the Song family wants to participate in it without her own strength, she is really crazy because of jealousy?

As for Su Rouyin, she can be valued by such a master, and it seems that she does have an extraordinary talent in oil painting......

Under the impact, in an instant, even the few people who were secretly scolding Su Rouyin couldn't help but change their opinion of her.

The mood of resistance has subsided a lot.

Seeing Su Rouyin smile softly, she finally responded, still speaking fluent English.

"Today is my first time exhibiting, and I need a lot of advice......

They met the moving watery eyes.

There was a trance.

seems to involuntarily, began to identify with her-

"The daughter of the Song family has arrived!"

In the next second, the reporter who was looking at the wind suddenly shouted.

The media that had fallen into a strange state instantly came back to their senses.

Quietly, an unfinished "empathy" skill fails.

And the people followed the prestige, and saw a man coming slowly—