The slap in the face came like a tornado, so fast that people didn't have time to react. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

Qiao Yuanxi was triumphant one second ago, and the next second, the smile on his face froze.

What did he say...... Custom, tailor-made skirts?

Or is it that Brahma is customized......

Qiao Yuanxi was dumbfounded.

With his mouth open, he couldn't say half a word.

was also stunned, as well as the reporters at the scene.

Everyone was speculating about the relationship between Fan Yu and Qiao Yuanfei, but they couldn't get an answer.

As a result, as soon as Fan Yu spoke......

This personally makes the skirt custom or something...... Do you need to ask again?

The reporters were crazy, and they lowered their heads and began to record the copywriting frantically, for fear of missing any word that Fan Yu had just said!

"Customized ......"

Qiao Yuanfei was blocked by Fan Yu, staring at his back, originally wanting to say something.

Hearing his words, he also looked down at the skirt on his body in astonishment.

Unexpectedly, she always thought that her clothes were all daily dresses prepared for her casually by the housekeeper.

I found out today that it was actually a customized model.

No wonder she never saw any logo on her clothes.

Qiao Yuanfei swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and recalled all the clothes she had worn in the past few days.

and then combined with the approximate price of Fan Yu's royal custom clothing exposed by the media before, a figure was calculated that made me gasp.

I feel deeply ashamed that I have inexplicably lived the life of a wealthy wife without knowing it!

Just when Qiao Yuanfei didn't know how to face Fan Yu, the man standing in front of her seemed to sense something, suddenly looked back at her, and then turned around.

His hand lifted slightly, and he brushed the hair that fell on her shoulder.

The thin lips opened slightly, and the tone was doting.

"You don't need to wear a dress, you look beautiful in whatever you wear."

“……”

Qiao Yuanfei's brain crashed instantly.

Only a piece of white flowers remained.

His voice kept echoing in his ears.

Whatever you wear is beautiful.

Whatever you wear is beautiful.

Whatever you wear is beautiful......

Qiao Yuanfei was not crazy, the reporters around him went crazy first.

Carrying the camera, he continued to ask the questions that he hadn't had time to finish just now.

"Fan Shao, what is your relationship with Miss Qiao? Are two people in a relationship? ”

"Why did you customize clothes for Miss Qiao, is this considered a couple's outfit?"

"Are you living together?"

"Fan Shao, the two eldest ladies of the Qiao family seem to like you, I don't know which one you prefer......"

“……”

The previous questions were not answered by Fan Yu.

Until he heard this question, Fan Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the reporter who asked the question.

When the reporters saw that he seemed to be about to answer the question, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze.

Fan Yu's gaze first glanced at Qiao Yuanfei, and then turned to Qiao Yuanxi.

Qiao Yuanxi was slapped in the face just now, and now his whole person is a little wilted.

But as soon as she found that Fan Yu was looking at her, she immediately stood up expectantly and looked at him with affection.

Even Qiao Yuanchuan thought she was embarrassed and wanted to drag her away, but she refused to go.

Stubbornly standing still, wanting an answer.

Fan Yu's gaze only swept over her, and he opened his lips harshly and coldly.

"Fan's villa is not a shelter, what does she have to do with me?"

Qiao Yuanxi: "......"

Reporter: "......"

Fan Yu raised his eyes, ignored the dumbfounded people, ended the new product launch conference, and led Qiao Yuanfei away.