The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

"Apologise?" Chen Siyan sneered, curled her lips in a disdainful arc, and her tone was still condescending.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

"Which normal person would say that he is stunningly beautiful? Do you think you are Wang Zhaojun or Yang Guifei?"

"I'm really ill!"

"That's right," Ma Shanshan crossed her arms and stared at Xia Meng with amused eyes.

"It's not scary to be ugly. What's scary is that you don't know yourself!"

"Am I ugly?" Xia Meng laughed softly. There seemed to be no anger in the laughter after being ridiculed, but even a little joyful nonchalance.

"Come," Xia Meng looked at Xia Bingqing, "tell them, am I ugly?"

Xia Meng's words successfully drew everyone's attention to Xia Bingqing.

Facing everyone's questioning and curious looks, Xia Bingqing's eyes quickly flashed with anger, she bit her lips and said nothing.

But silence itself represents an attitude.

Everyone's eyes gradually changed, from calm waiting to see a joke to unbelievable suspicion.

"Hey! Bingqing... isn't it? Is there anything that can't be said?"

"Yes, Bingqing, do you think she is your sister, so you are embarrassed to tell her directly?"

"Bingqing, we are not asking you to speak ill of her, just tell the truth."

"Yes!"

Being urged by everyone, Xia Bingqing felt her mouth was bitter and her heart was astringent. She slowly opened her mouth and said three words vaguely:

"She...isn't ugly!"

"Not ugly?" Ma Shanshan frowned, "Not ugly, does that mean it's average?"

"Just like ordinary people."

"You only have the appearance of an average person," Chen Siyan looked at Xia Meng funny, "Where do you get the confidence to say that you can be stunningly beautiful?"

"Do you know where we are? A cultural troupe!"

"The most indispensable thing we have here is beautiful girls." They have also dealt with many art troupes from other places. There are so many beauties in art troupes, but no one dares to say that they can be stunningly beautiful!

"If you really think you are as beautiful as a fairy, you have the guts to show your face and let us see!"

"Yes, show your face and let us see!"

"You don't even dare to show your face, but you still dare to praise yourself for being beautiful?"

"It's so boring to show your face directly," Xia Meng looked at everyone with a smile, and what he said could make someone angry to death, "It's interesting to see you guessing like crazy!"

Ma Shanshan's face turned cold, "Are you kidding us?"

Xia Meng nodded very honestly, as if his eyes had been washed with water, as clear and transparent as he said, "Yes, did you just see it?"

"You've gone too far!" Everyone stared angrily!

Amid everyone's angry glares, Xia Meng did not feel uncomfortable at all, and her eyes turned back to Xia Bingqing again.

"Sister..., am I just average-looking?"

Seeing Xia Meng clinging to this issue, anyone who wasn't stupid could sense that something was wrong.

Facing Xia Meng's questioning, Xia Bingqing secretly gritted her teeth and could only say, "She looks... very beautiful!"

Everyone in the art troupe knew that Xia Bingqing looked down upon the country bumpkin Xia Meng.

Xia Bingqing can tell that Xia Meng is beautiful, which is incredible in itself, unless Xia Meng's appearance is too convincing!

Everyone who was still laughing before fell silent. They first glanced at Xia Bingqing, who had a slightly unwilling expression, with complicated eyes, and then looked at Xia Meng, whose face was mostly covered by a scarf.

If you look carefully, the eyes of the country bumpkin in front of you are really beautiful. They are shaped like peach petals, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised. They are naturally charming. The eyes are black and white, as bright as if they have just been washed with water, and there is a shocking feeling. The beauty.

Xia Meng finally looked away from Xia Bingqing's face, looked at Chen Siyan again, and said aggressively, "Apologise!"

Chen Siyan was not willing to bow her head to a country bumpkin. She raised her eyes and was about to get angry. Unexpectedly, Xia Bingqing suddenly spoke,

"Siyan, please apologize."

Everyone was shocked again!

As an individual, I immediately understood that Xia Bingqing, this cheap girl, was not ordinary pretty.

Although Xia Bingqing is not Xia Hongbin's biological daughter, Xia Hongbin has always regarded Xia Bingqing as his own. In the art troupe, Chen Siyan has always been very fond of Xia Bingqing, a cadre's son.

Now that Xia Bingqing has spoken, Chen Siyan, no matter how unwilling she is, can only swallow her anger and apologize, "I'm sorry!"

Xia Meng was finally satisfied. She turned around and continued to practice with Wang Xiaochun, ignoring everyone's curious, hostile or disdainful looks.

After Xia Meng left, everyone asked Xia Bingqing about it.

"Bingqing, that sister of yours is really pretty?"

Gao Feng's interest was also piqued, "Bingqing, you won't trick us, right? How good-looking can a country girl be?"

"Yes, you have to work in the fields all day long with your back to the sky and face to the wind. No matter how good-looking you are, your moist skin will be eroded by the wind and frost, and you will be tanned into a dark khaki color. How can you see it easily? ?”

Thinking of Xia Meng's delicate and porcelain skin, although Xia Bingqing didn't want to admit it, she still reluctantly said,

"She is very pretty."

Seeing that everyone wanted to ask questions again, Xia Bingqing became a little impatient, "Okay, stop asking," she really didn't want to praise Xia Meng.

But the more Xia Bingqing didn't say anything, the more curious everyone became about Xia Meng's appearance.

Half an hour later:

Xia Meng stood in the center of the auditorium, ready to start dancing.

"Wait a minute," Ma Shanshan suddenly interrupted, staring at Xia Meng's face critically, and said loudly,

"Expressions are also very important in stage plays. Your scarf covers half of your face. People can't see the expression on your face clearly. How can they judge you?"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they all said,

"That's right, you have to show your face."

"If you don't show your face, there's no way we can get a fair verdict."

Everyone stared at Xia Meng closely, forcing her to take off her scarf.

Xia Meng glanced at everyone and smiled, "Okay," after that, he took off his scarf and said to Ma Shanshan,

"Actually, it's good for you that I'm wearing a scarf. If I don't show my face, you still have about a 20% chance of winning. But if I take off the scarf, you lose even 20% of your chance of winning."

Ma Shanshan snorted and said disdainfully,

"Who are you trying to scare? I, Ma Shanshan, am not scared!"

Xia Meng shrugged in a relaxed manner, "I'm just telling the truth."

After saying this, Xia Meng finally took off her scarf, revealing her delicate pink face that was suffocated by the heat in the room.

Xia Meng's beauty is a kind of beauty that is intense to the extreme. No matter whether people like her or not, they can't deny her beauty when they see her face!

The peach blossom eyes that seem to be filled with water mist. When smiling, the ends of the eyes are upwardly hooked, charming and charming. The curved and long willow-leaf eyebrows seem to be painted on, revealing classical elegance and delicacy. The small face as big as a palm does not appear to be... It made her appearance look petty, but the grandeur of her facial features gave her a bit of stunning elegance.

She just stood quietly in the center of the auditorium, with the misty light from the chandelier above her head shrouding her body, as if covering her with a veil that blurred reality and imagination. It was as beautiful as a dream, not like a real person!

Everyone opened their mouths in astonishment and took a deep breath. The moment they saw Xia Meng, their heartbeats seemed to have stopped, and they had even forgotten how to breathe.

Beauty is like a famous sword, killing without blood!