Ling Xiaoyuan looked at the anxious reporters in front of him through the car window, and couldn't help frowning.

Ling Xiaoyuan sighed and said, "Tut-tut, so many people? How much black money does this Shen Shusen have to charge? ”

It doesn't matter, anyway, Ling Xiaoyuan is going to slaughter them once, "Shen Shusen, you wait to cry and faint"

The black eye-catching Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the red carpet, and the attendant next to him couldn't wait to help Ling Xiaoyuan open the car door.

"You can wait for me in the back, and I will wait for you in the parking lot after the auction."

Before Ling Xiaoyuan got out of the car, he casually explained the location to the driver.

"Ok Miss"

Ling Xiaoyuan got out of the car, Ling Xiaoyuan was not dressed ceremoniously, and there was no deliberate matching.

A white wide-sleeved top, a tawny skirt, and a pair of not too tall heels.

Facing the red carpet, Ling Xiaoyuan just wanted to walk over quickly, to be able to walk in one second, and definitely not stay for time, to take pictures for reporters.

Ling Xiaoyuan: "Hmph, I, Ling Xiaoyuan, can let you shoot for one more second and count me as losing!"

Ling Xiaoyuan is not a female yin star, she doesn't need enough hype shooting.

The staff adjusted the camera, the reporter took the question board, everything was ready, ready to ask questions.

Who would have expected that Ling Xiaoyuan would accelerate directly and trot directly into the Ivy Hall, and before the reporter next to him could ask a question, the person disappeared.

Originally, the reporter had the mentality of trying it out, and in so many groups of reporters, if he could ask a question, it would not be in vain today.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaoyuan suddenly came out like this, and no one informed these reporters who spent sky-high prices just to buy a seat.

These reporters have a tendency on their faces, and their faces are all capitalized "confused"

In the blink of an eye, the red carpet, which was originally empty, suddenly became empty, and all that was left was the questioning voices of reporters.

"Where's Miss Ling?"

"Why are people gone? I've just pointed my camera."

"Why is it gone in a blink of an eye."

......

The people on the scene are as confused as they are.

Why didn't Ling Xiaoyuan play his cards according to the routine? They spent so much money and didn't even ask a single question.

Ling Xiaoyuan, who walked into the Ivy Hall, was complacent, "Old fox, I Ling Xiaoyuan don't want you to take the money, you have to spit it out." ”

"Xiao Yuan? Are you you? ”

There was a familiar and unfamiliar word behind him.

"Yes, Si Liangyan?"

Ling Xiaoyuan was a little uncertain in his heart, and looked at the person in front of him as he walked over.

Si Liangyan's feet are a pair of high heels with diamonds, although I don't know which style it is, but looking at the workmanship, it should also be a niche brand.

She wore a pink knee-length gauze skirt with diamonds, delicate embroidery, and a bow at the back waist, which was Sophie's style.

Si Liangyan's figure was too thin, which caused the skirt to not hold up, so it didn't look very fit.

Ling Xiaoyuan seemed to think of something, and then this was a clear, familiar gauze skirt in his heart.

"It's indeed Si Liangyan, but she looks, why is she getting thinner and thinner?"

The relationship between Ling Xiaoyuan and Si Liangyan is not close, nor is it considered to be isolated in a group, Si Liangyan has always been a dispensable existence in the "sister group".

To put it bluntly, it is to be Shen Yanshan's foil.

Si Liangyan took the initiative to take Ling Xiaoyuan's hand, warm and smiling, her cheeks were slightly thin and pale, Si Liangyan looked good, but she was too thin and pale, covering her pretty.

"Are you better?"

Ling Xiaoyuan thought about Si Liangyan's situation, and couldn't help but feel a little pity, she and Si Liangyan could be regarded as sympathetic.

Si Liangyan just smiled slightly, "Alas, it's still the same, and I can't die for the time being." ”