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The middle-aged woman explained incoherently, the bean-sized cold sweat kept sliding down her forehead, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked frightened.

The more she talked, the weirder the expressions on everyone's faces, they made eye contact with each other.

Song Xuewei's face suddenly changed, and she shouted sharply: "Shut up! Stop talking!"

The middle-aged woman trembled in fright, her legs were a little weak, and she almost fell to the ground. The words she hadn't finished speaking were suddenly blocked in her throat, her eyes widened in panic, her face was full of bewilderment and bewilderment looking at her.

She obviously didn't realize what she just said, she was so frightened by Song Xuewei's sudden yell, she didn't know what to do.

Song Xuewei's complexion changed erratically, sometimes distorted, sometimes ferocious, and sometimes seemed unbelievable, which made people feel terrified.

But at this time, the delivery boy from the flower shop couldn't help but speak, with a confused expression on his face: "Is this lady named Song really the only one in your crew? There is nothing else?"

Some people around reacted, thought for a while, and replied: "As far as artists are concerned, there should be only sister Xuewei, and the others don't seem to have the surname Song. However, there are a few girls surnamed Song among the staff. Didn't you make a mistake?"

The delivery guy shook his head and said with certainty: "Impossible, the customer is sure that the recipient is an artist, not a crew member."

"This..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and for a moment they didn't understand what was going on.

There are only so many female artists in the crew.Ordinary extras are not considered artists, and the range of choices is very small.

After thinking about it, besides Song Xuewei, I really can't think of anyone else...

Could it be...

I don't know who is in the crowd, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I suddenly asked: "Could it be that your flower shop got the wrong address?"

The delivery boy smiled helplessly: "How is this possible? Before we came, we had confirmed with the client again and again that it must be your "Imperial Power" crew.

"..."

The person who questioned couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Even the name of the crew can be said, so it is obviously not a mistake.

But... There is really no such person in the crew!

What's the matter?

At this time, a field worker suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I almost forgot! There is another artist in the crew whose surname is Song..."

"Who? Why don't I know?" Another colleague beside him blurted out without thinking.

As soon as the words were spoken, his face changed slightly, obviously remembering something.

The expressions of the other people around were even weirder.There was a subtle feeling in the eyes of many people. Obviously, before the field worker mentioned it, other people had thought of this earlier, but for some reason, they did not dare to stand up and expose it, so as not to let themselves be regarded as It's just a bird of prey.

After all, Song Xuewei is still standing here...

How ugly is the expression on her face, so many people present have eyes, who can't see it?
Even the field worker and his colleague who exposed the facts said this directly because they didn't react for a while.As soon as the words were spoken, the two came back to their senses, as if they realized something, the expressions on their faces suddenly became disturbed.

The atmosphere at the scene became eerily quiet for a moment.Everyone's eyes seemed to fall on Song Xuewei's body, and they couldn't help but secretly startled when they saw that the expression on her face became more and more livid.

The delivery boy didn't know the undercurrent among the crew members. Hearing what the staff said, his eyes lit up, and he immediately asked: "Who is the artist you are talking about? Is he in the crew now?" ?”

The field staff who leaked his words complained for a while. People have come to the front with such a question. It seems too deliberate to refuse to answer, and there is no need to embarrass the dispatcher.But if you answer... To be honest, he was very panicked, always feeling like he would offend someone if he said it...

Dilemma for a while.

It was such a simple question, but because of the discord between the two female artists in the crew, both of them turned out to be like hot potatoes.No answer, no answer.

Song Xuewei had a frozen face, and her gloomy eyes moved away from the middle-aged woman whom she regarded as an enemy, and turned to look at the field staff.She kept a cold face and didn't speak, but the gloomy aura all over her body seemed extraordinarily terrifying, revealing a lot of unkindness.

The field staff almost broke out in a cold sweat.

The delivery boy on the opposite side still had a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know why he didn't answer himself. He was about to ask again, but another person answered from behind the crowd: "There is an artist named Song in our crew. It's called Song Yan."

Song Xuewei's face suddenly twisted.The crowd also parted ways like a tide.

Xie Yihe, who also had a cold face and an unhappy expression, came out from behind, glanced at Song Xuewei, and then looked at the delivery boy with a slightly gentler gaze, "Is this the name of the person you are looking for?
All eyes turned to the delivery boy, waiting for his answer.

"That's right! That's it!" The delivery guy smiled and nodded without hesitation.

boom--

It was as if a soundless thunderbolt hit her forehead, making Song Xuewei dizzy and her ears buzzing.

As early as when the middle-aged woman explained in a panic, she already had a guess in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it because of the dark thoughts in her heart, and she still had a bit of luck, hoping that the flower shop made a mistake...

In the end, in the delivery boy's sentence, he was completely ashamed again.

The roses were for Song Yan, not her.

She wanted to take it as her own wishful thinking, but in the end, it was as if someone had stripped her face, and she refused to be extremely embarrassing.

This seems to be a metaphor and hint of something——

It's not hers, after all, it's not hers.No matter how much she argues and struggles, how much she deceives herself and others, in the end she is just like a clown, making people see all the jokes.

Song Xuewei's face turned pale and blue, blue and red, as if she had overturned her palette, standing in the center of the crowd, what she felt was no longer the glory and pride before, but the endless shame, as if all Everyone seemed to be watching her jokes, her delicate body trembled intermittently, and she didn't know whether she was angry or guilty...

"It's just a misunderstanding. To put it bluntly, it's not a big deal. Why is Song Xuewei's reaction so strange? Do you need to be concerned?" In the crowd, several actresses in the same costumes were discussing in low voices.