You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Jiang Qiyu looked at the slip of paper in her hand that seemed to be torn off casually, and then she thought about the various behaviors of this "righteous sister" before she could be sure——

This elder sister never thought of sending her away with money from the very beginning.

But it doesn't look like it's testing her either.

Although she didn't know the real purpose of Xie Mingxue's unnecessary actions, Jiang Qiyu, who had seen the light and returned to the darkness at that moment, was completely broken.

"Qiyu...how are you..."

When Xie Mingxue noticed that her face was stiff and she tentatively expressed her concern, she tightly held the "500 million" in her palm, and squeezed out a sentence between her teeth:

"I am fine......"

"That's good, I thought you..."

Before Xie Mingxue finished speaking, she heard the dejected person continue:

"...Anyway, I've always been needed occasionally~"

"what?"

"I'm fine, even if it's cold, I only trust the coat~"

"no......"

Regardless of the bewilderment of the righteous sister sitting across from her, Jiang Qiyu started her solo solo with both vocals and emotions:

"I promise you, I can take care of myself..."

"Qiyu, what are you doing—"

"I'm fine, but occasionally regrets fall out of my eyes ~ I'm fine—"

"Stop! Don't howl--stop now!"

Even though she just listened to a few simple lyrics, Xie Mingxue felt her ears suddenly fall into the hell of Abi, and hurriedly raised her voice to interrupt Jiang Qiyu's spellcasting in the style of perishing together.

A little flustered, she hurriedly added a cup of tea, persuading her earnestly:

"Qiyu, let's have a good talk. You can report any demands and difficulties to your sister. Why do you have to be like this?"

The child said on the show that he asked her to do business in the singing village, so it was not an exaggeration...

"..."

Seeing that sister Yi was infected by her unskilled and emotional singing, Jiang Qiyu immediately hit the snake with the stick.

She still hung her head, looking like she was dying:

"It's nothing, I'm just sad... Don't worry about me, I'll just cry for two months."

Seeing this, Xie Mingxue smiled a little embarrassedly, hesitant to say something, trying to comfort her:

"Oh... my sister didn't mean that..."

But after thinking about it, I always feel that the power of language is too lacking. I am afraid that this mere 500 million will become a gap between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and I am afraid that I will really disrupt that kid's plan by giving money casually.

It is neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

After pondering for a long time, she suddenly thought of something, stood up and slapped the table, and then looked at the future daughter-in-law opposite with a firm face:

"How could my sister lie to you? Come with my sister!"

"what?"

Jiang Qiyu tried her best to dress up, and Wen Yanwu raised her head to look at the righteous sister who suddenly stood up and got ready to go:

"Where are you going?"

Xie Mingxue calmly raised her hand to caress the slightly wrinkled hem of her clothes due to sitting for a long time, calmly said:

"nightclub."

"Huh? Sister Yi, it's not too...okay."

-

Although Jiang Qiyu said "not very good" on her lips, her behavior immediately gave an answer.

She immediately stood up, with a smile all over her face, and respectfully, she led her step-sister, who was half-brother, with a hint of pride, to the door:

"Sister Yi, slip carefully."

But after the two of them went out, her expression changed again:

"Sister, wait for me for a while."

At this time, Xie Mingxue was on the phone to tell her assistant something, when she saw her turn around and leave, she hurriedly took away the phone and asked:

"Hey, the door is over here, why are you going?"

But the only response to her was the figure walking faster and faster, and a reply that was getting further and further away:

"To the restroom--"

"..."

After Jiang Qiyu finished solving her personal problems, Xie Mingxue took her to sit in the silver-gray Panamera parked at the door amidst Sister Chen's overjoyed "slow walk".

"Sister Chen..."

Yu Xiaoyu looked at Sister Chen with a smile all over her face, and kept waving her hands in the direction where the taillights could no longer be seen, and asked in puzzlement:

"Who is this big shot? Are you so assured that she will take Sister Qiyu away?"

And Sister Chen just glanced at her casually, and slowly withdrew her sore arm.

Then he glanced at the surrounding garden landscapes with a sense of design, shook his head and said earnestly:

"Young, you are still too young..."

"......what?"

At this time, Jiang Qiyu had completely washed away the psychological damage that Happy Beans had brought to her. Sitting in a high-speed car, her mind was full of red wine, white wine, and foreign wine.

Of course, there are also some:

'Male models come, male models come, male models come from everywhere...'

But it was still early, so Xie Mingxue took her to a high-end club for a simple meal, and then came to another place.

"sister......"

Jiang Qiyu looked at the person who was standing in a row in front of him, wearing a uniform and bowing respectfully to welcome him, and was a little puzzled:

"This is?"

"This is the styling studio I often come to," Xie Mingxue said, stepping into the shop, and waved casually to her behind her:

"Come in, we're going to have fun, and of course we have to change our outfits."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiyu looked down at the uncomfortably comfortable casual sports style on her body, nodded silently, and then raised her legs to follow with a breezy face.

-

Walking into the studio, seeing Mrs. Qi's stylist who warmly greeted her, Jiang Qiyu felt the endless fashion atmosphere rushing towards her face.

I saw that this person was wearing a pair of extremely wide trousers, but only a simple tube top on his upper body, several necklaces of different lengths were stacked around his neck, and his ten fingers were even covered with rings...

"Qiyu, come quickly."

Xie Mingxue waved to Jiang Qiyu, and introduced this strange stylist to her:

"This is Vivian, the top stylist in S city."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and introduced to the smiling Vivian:

"Vivian, this is mine..."

There was a slight pause in the introduction, and she smiled lightly:

"New friends, the two of us are going to s·linx tonight, you can help us choose a match."

"Oh! I know her!"

Vivian immediately stepped forward and gently hugged Jiang Qiyu, and said enthusiastically:

"I watched your show!"

Jiang Qiyu is not a social-phobic personality, and she also smiled back at her enthusiasm:

"Where where..."

It's just that she soon stopped laughing.

"Okay dear, these are the clothes I matched with you, let's choose one!"

"..."

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the several sets of items carefully selected by Vivienne and a bunch of accessories, Jiang Qiyu stretched out her fingers in a complicated mood:

"This, this, no, other..."

"I'll show you the rest—"

"Nothing else."

She can accept showing her skin, but not wearing a mask on the street.

People can't, at least they shouldn't...

Vivian raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Then you..."

Jiang Qiyu smiled bitterly, and waved at her:

"Why don't you match Yi and Sister Mingxue first, and I'll pick them out in the studio."

"That's fine." Vivienne shrugged slightly, "You can shop around here, and someone will serve you whatever you like."

After finishing speaking, he turned to take Xie Mingxue affectionately to another room.

after an hour.

The two who left picked out matching clothes and accessories, and returned to see Jiang Qiyu's progress.

As soon as she entered the door, she was seen wearing a deep purple fringed dress, circling happily in front of the mirror, and beside her was a waiter with a reluctant smile.

"..."

For a moment, Vivian and Xie Mingxue were silent.

After a long time, one of them spoke slowly:

"In fact, she looks pretty in casual clothes, but if she wears it seriously..."

Another person continued:

"Dress carefully and carefully."