The third outfit is a bikini.

Warm tea rarely wears a bikini.

When the lilac clothes are worn on the body, most of the skin is as smooth as jade.

This body is only eighteen years old, just at the good age of youth, the skin exudes crescent white, but it is not too boring, because of the good exercise, there is no fat on the body, it looks well-proportioned and healthy, and it is very positive.

Wen Cha pushed open the door and walked out.

Wang Yang was already standing at the door in a black underwear inlaid with gold thread, eager to try.

Lin Luo was wearing pink and white, and the three of them stood together, three different styles, walking out together, scrambling to look at each other, eagerly making people's heads hot.

After the three of them took turns walking around, they walked back hand in hand, and walked again with the other twenty-five models.

Halfway through, the five people holding hands had to go separately.

When Wen Cha let go of Wang Yang's hand, Wang Yang not only didn't let go, but also dragged her hand to the side, and put his hand on her back.

Wen Cha remembered the previous life of the original owner, and it was also at this time.

She looked back at Lin Luo and smiled slightly, and while shaking off the ocean, she folded Lin Luo's hand from behind her back, and the sound of bones breaking was shocking in her ears.

Wang Yang, who wanted to help Lin Luo on the side, was stunned.

She didn't expect Wencha to be so ruthless.

Lin Luo's painful eyes were distorted, and she was about to scream, but the moment she saw Wen Cha's eyes, she couldn't say anything.

I only felt that those eyes were very cold, cold to the bones, and only full of killing intent remained.

Before she could recover from it, Wen Cha had already dropped her hand and followed the model along the runway.

Lin Luo was unfavorable, and was about to find another way to embarrass Wen Cha, her feet took a step forward, and before she could go out, she felt a cold behind her, and there seemed to be a cool breeze blowing, she didn't think what was going on, and the next second, the fluttering bikini on her body fell off her shoulder.

The flesh of the white flowers and the red fruits are presented in the camera, and on the huge screen, all of them are the appearance of Lin Luo's clothes falling to the ground.

Many people were excited by this scene, and Lin Luo lowered his head to find that his clothes had fallen.

"Ah!!h

She let out a piercing scream, hugged her chest, screamed in disbelief and ran backwards, she bumped into several people along the way, and when she was about to run to the bottom of the stage, her feet slipped and fell to the ground hard.

She scrambled up and covered her face to walk out, trying to avoid all attention, but the cameras scrambled to chase her around.

In the Queen's Skirt Model Competition, the contestants are in the top position, and they don't know how to check and show their scenery, which can definitely become a very good headline!

Lin Luo pushed away the camera, frantically rushed into the changing room, looked at the upper body with nothing, imagined the countless cameras outside, and only had one thought left in his heart, that is, it was over.

Thoroughly, it's over.

She called home with trembling hands, but no one answered the phone at home, so she had to call Zhou Xun.

Now, it's just him, only he can pick her up!

When everyone's eyes were attracted by Lin Luo, Wen Cha smiled at the judges' seat with a smile and ended this round of catwalk.

Back in the background, Lin Luo was no longer there.

Thinking about it, it should be self-conscious, and I want to break it off on my own.

Wang Yang walked backstage in a panic, his head still full of mush.

She couldn't have imagined that the seamless forest that she had prepared would be seen through by warm tea.

Wen Cha not only saw through it, but also let Lin Luo eat the consequences, will it be her turn next?

She leaned against Wen Cha's changing room tremblingly, and called Wen Cha's name in a trembling voice: "I know, Lin Luo's thing was done by you, you are taking revenge on her, she deserves it, but I, I don't have a bad heart, and I don't want to do anything to you, can you not be an adult and not remember the villain, and don't care about me."

Wen Cha changed her clothes without changing her face, opened the door of the house, looked at her panicked appearance, and laughed: "When did you not have a bad heart?"

Wang Yang was stunned by her, "I, I'm just a ghost, you believe me, I was bewitched by Lin Luo, I didn't mean to!" ”

"Yes, I believe you."

Wen Cha nodded, and she looked her up and down: "But, what do you use to make me believe?"

Wang Yang's face was stunned: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Chayun said lightly: "On the stage for a while, like Lin Luo, take off your clothes."

Wang Yang never thought that she would make such an excessive request, and she trembled all over: "No! I can't do that! It's going to ruin me! ”

"You know it's going to ruin you," Wen Cha sneered, "Then you know it's going to ruin me too." ”

Wang Yang's body shrank, "I don't understand what you're saying." ”

"Really?"

The smile on the corner of Wen Cha's lips deepened, but there was a calm look on his face, "When you and Lin Luo secretly joined forces and planned to make me make a fool of myself on stage, did you think that you would ruin me?" You haven't thought about it," Wen Cha shook his head: "You only think about how to sprinkle your anger on me, how to embarrass me, and then kick me out of the program group, right??"

Wang Yang couldn't do it: "Don't talk about it, everything is done by Lin Luo, what does it have to do with me?"

"Yes, it's because she's the mastermind, so she'll get retribution right away."

Wen Cha reached out and pinched her chin, her nails were about to sink into her flesh, "Even if Lin Luo is the mastermind, you can't be spared, you said you did so many wrong things, how should I let you go?" Since you don't want to take off your clothes on stage, you have to come up with the same chips to make me angry, or ......"

"You know, I'm much more ruthless than Lin Luo."

Wen Cha shook off her chin and smiled at her frightened appearance, smiling brightly and brilliantly.

"Come on stage in a while, if you don't show your sincerity, don't blame me."

After she said this, she no longer glanced at Wang Yang, who was covered in cold sweat, and walked straight to the door and said hello to Anne.

Anne stood in the doorway, as if deaf, and did not seem to hear the conversation between them.

Seeing Wen Cha coming, she even smiled slightly, and her words were no longer domineering before, and she said quite politely: "I underestimated you before, and did something that made you unhappy, I solemnly apologize to you, in the future, don't give me small shoes to wear."

Since Wen Cha and Fu Bai got along, no one in the program team knew that Wen Cha had a golden thigh.

The brother-in-law of this golden thigh is the director of the program group, the sister is the daughter of the famous Fu family in the capital, and he himself is the most sought-after noble son in the imperial capital.

Now this noble son is willing to fold in the hands of Wen Cha, it doesn't look like a money deal in the circle, but more like a normal interaction between men and women, and he is rushing to get married.

Catching Fu Bai, Wen Cha is equivalent to taking a Shang Fang sword, and whoever you want to stab can stab someone to death without being responsible.

In the past, everyone looked down on Wencha, thinking that she couldn't go on the stage and couldn't go too far.

Now, just one Fu Bai can make her soar and have a long future.

Fate is truly wonderful.

No, it's her turn to be someone's grandson.