President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

In the dormitory next door, after hearing Miao Wanwan's whisper, Feng Ling rolled her eyes and whispered something in Miao Wanwan's ear.

Miao Wanwan was taken aback, "Is this possible?"

"Why not? Wanwan, think about how Feng Yin framed you before! Although the autopsy report said that your sister's death had nothing to do with her, if your sister didn't meet her, she wouldn't be so emotional, saying Maybe it's okay."

After Feng Ling finished speaking, Miao Wanwan's expression changed.

In fact, she and Miao Qingqing didn't have a deep sisterhood. She just liked Miao Qingqing's irritable and thoughtless personality, and could rush to the front at critical moments, so she got close to her.In addition, Miao Qingqing was the least favored in the Miao family, so Miao Wanwan didn't take her seriously.

But after Miao Qingqing died, the Miao family said that Miao Qingqing's death had something to do with her. If she could make Yin Fengyin withdraw from the design competition once, then returning to the Miao family would be a credit.

"You're right, it doesn't make sense for Feng Yin to be as simple as disfiguring her face! Feng Ling, wait for my good news!"

Miao Wanwan nodded to Feng Ling, left her dormitory and went to the director's office.

Feng Ling watched her leave with a distorted and ferocious expression on her face.

Feng Yin, didn't you ask me to apologize?Let's see how you end up this time!
……

An hour before the opening, Feng Yin suddenly received a notice asking her to go to the director's office.

Before Feng Yin left, he told Chen Weishuang a few words, got up and left.

In the office, the director asked her to sit down and saw her serious expression.

"Feng Yin, what are you doing wearing a mask?"

"I am sick."

"Is it a cold or the sequelae of plastic surgery?" The director's words sounded amused.

It turned out that Miao Wanwan went to the director to sue for this!Cosmetic sequelae?As for Miao Wanwan, she really couldn't figure it out, it was probably Feng Ling's idea.

"Director, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Feng Yin said unhurriedly.

"Fengyin, the recording is about to start in an hour, I don't have time to go around in circles with you! Some students reported that you had excessive plastic surgery before participating in the competition, and now you have cosmetic sequelae on your face, so you can't participate in the competition normally! Take off your mask, I have a look."

After the choreographer finished speaking, Feng Yin sat upright, her eyes frosted.

"I can provide all the photos from one year old to 20 years old to prove that I am pure and natural. I absolutely have never used a knife on my face. Besides, this is not a beauty pageant. I didn't say that I can't have plastic surgery!"

"It's not that plastic surgery is not allowed, but if you have cosmetic sequelae on your face and affect the recording of the game, then it's another matter."

"Isn't that Fengyin? How did I hear the director say that she had plastic surgery sequelae? What's going on?"

At this time, there was a sudden conversation outside. When Feng Yin came in, he deliberately opened the door a crack. Chen Weishuang, as the vice-captain of the girls team, deliberately assembled in advance and walked this way before leading the team into the scene. He stayed outside the door for a while.

"You don't need to stand outside to listen. I will open the door, and everyone will listen openly! The director said that some contestants reported me, saying that I wore a mask because my face was ruined due to plastic surgery sequelae, and it was not a cold! I want to ask now, yes Whoever reports me, dare to stand up and confront me face to face!"

Feng Yin waited until Chen Weishuang, and the next moment, he got up and opened the door without hesitation. There were dozens of people standing in the corridor, all looking inside with searching faces.

"Feng Yin, are you going to make a big fuss?" The director slapped the table, not expecting her to be so bold.