Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

Liu Shiyao clenched her hands tightly and looked at the two of them.

Bai Mei looked at Liu Shiyao coldly, and Ye Ling didn't expect Liu Shiyao to appear suddenly.

"Baimei, we haven't seen each other for many years, right?"

Liu Shiyao walked towards her slowly as if she didn't see Bai Mei's ugly expression.

Baimei bit her lip, the corner of her lip turned red as if it was about to ooze blood.

"It's been many years, congratulations, standing on the top."

Baimei took a deep breath and stretched out her hand.

Liu Shiyao was a little surprised when she saw Baimei's outstretched hand, but she still held her hand politely.

Hold it tightly, as if warning her.

Baimei looked ugly and withdrew her hand.

There was a red mark on her hand earlier, which showed how much effort Liu Shiyao had used.

"There are people out there, and there are people out there. I'm just a little designer, and I'm not qualified to stand at the highest point."

Liu Shiyao narrowed her eyes and said modestly.

Baimei looked ugly and turned around to leave.

"Sister, you haven't answered my question yet."

Seeing that Baimei was about to leave, Ye Ling didn't care about pushing Liu Shiyao away, and grabbed Baimei's hand.

And she couldn't help being surprised when she saw the tiny pinholes on Baimei's hands.

This is…

Baimei seemed to realize something, and shook off Ye Ling's hand.

"open."

Baimei said excitedly, that face was extremely ugly.

"I've already answered your question. Money comes in fast in the modeling industry, but I'm short of money."

"I'm different from you and her. I can only rely on myself and you don't need it. My family is poor and I have to make money. What's the use of clinging to that ridiculous dream? It's still not worth the reality but not the money."

"You can stick to your dream because you don't have my troubles. When you are like me one day, you will only think about money instead of sticking to this ridiculous dream."

Baimei suddenly became agitated, her eyes were red and she was aggressive.

Ye Ling frowned and remained silent.

"Ye Ling, don't be naive."

Baimei sighed lightly, her tone much more relaxed.

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. The two bodyguards behind him glanced at Ye Ling and followed Baimei again.

Baimei is the trump card of the prosperous age, and she has many fans. I am afraid that something will happen to Baimei if she is not careful, so she has to follow her every step of the way.

Liu Shiyao looked at Baimei's leaving back and smiled with satisfaction, feeling relieved.

Ye Ling stood there, thinking about what Baimei said.

Those words were very similar to what Zhang Xiaolai said to her, because she was afraid of poverty, so she chose to marry an old man like Yang Xiantian, because she had no choice.

Does Baimei have no choice?

Pushing back the hair in front of his eyes, he licked the corner of his lips with a discouraged look.

"Ye Ling, are you okay?"

Liu Shiyao stepped forward, put her hand on Ye Ling's shoulder and asked in concern.

"fine."

"Sister, why are you here?"

Ye Ling swept to question Liu Shiyao.

"I, I wanted to find the bathroom. I heard your voice not far away and came to have a look."

Liu Shiyao answered honestly, when Ye Ling remembered, there was indeed a bathroom not far away.

"Ye Ling, your face is a bit ugly, what happened with Baimei?"

Liu Shiyao asked with concern, Ye Ling shook her head: "No, senior sister and senior sister Baimei are in the same department and class, does senior sister know why senior sister Baimei changed her career to become a model?"

Ye Ling asked, this is very important to her.

It's as if you don't want a talented person to be buried here, and you don't want the hands that can design exquisite works to be wasted.

Turning her dark eyes slightly, seeing Ye Ling's eager look, Liu Shiyao shook her head.

"I don't know too well. I only know that there was only one recommended place to study abroad. The school originally wanted to send Baimei there, but I didn't know why. I didn't contact Baimei after that."

Liu Shiyao recalled, Ye Ling was puzzled.

"Ye Ling, Baimei chose this path by herself. It's useless to think too much about it. Things have become like this, and it's impossible for Baimei to switch to design again."

Impossible, never possible.

Liu Shiyao persuaded, Ye Ling nodded.

Of course she knew it was impossible, because she was old, and now she had everything in the modeling circle. If she switched to a designer, it would be tantamount to losing everything and having to start all over again.

It would be fine if I were young, but it's too late now, and it will take a few more years to get through everything from scratch.

"The party should start, let's go there first, otherwise Yu Han will be worried if he can't find anyone."

Liu Shiyao took Ye Ling's hand and headed towards the party.

Baimei in the room looked at her hands full of pinholes, laughed a few times and seemed a little weak.

The whole person fell on the bed, looking at the ceiling and lost in thought.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, Shen Yan looked at Baimei lying on the bed, and there were several people following behind Shen Yan, those people held boxes in their hands, opened the box and took out needles familiarly, went to Baimei and squatted down, The needle was inserted into Baimei's arm.

From the time when she first needed anesthesia to now she has become numb, and she feels no pain at all even without anesthesia.

"How are you these days?"

Shen Yan asked with concern, Baimei smiled lightly: "Boss Shen, don't need to be hypocritical, I will do what I promised you."

Those people put away the needles and medicine boxes, and stood respectfully behind Shen Yan like an emotionless robot.

"That's good. I saw Ye Ling and Liu Shiyao came looking for you just now. What did they tell you?"

Shen Yan asked curiously, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette with a bang, and smoked.

"Mr. Shen also knows that both of them and I graduated from West Bridge. It's normal for them to greet me. Do we have to say something when we meet? Or is Mr. Shen afraid that I will reveal something?"

Baimei turned on her stomach, put her hands on her face, and looked at Shen Yan with interest.

Shen Yan threw the cigarette on the ground, raised his foot and stomped it out fiercely, as if to warn Baimei.

"Baimei, you'd better be acquainted."

"In the past few years, I have provided you with food, accommodation, and all your expenses. It is not to make you angry at me. Don't forget your identity. You are just a commodity, which I bought you five years ago. "

With a ferocious face, Shen Yan gritted his teeth and said.

Baimei has long been numb to these words, and she will recite them all.

"My ears are callused from hearing these words. If there is nothing else, please ask Mr. Shen to go out. I need to rest."

Baimei said coldly, an order to evict the guest was issued.

Shen Yan looked at Baimei coldly, then turned around and led her away.

Baimei put her hand on her forehead, she couldn't choose what she could do, because she didn't have the qualifications.

She wasn't even her own.

After going out, Shen Yan clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the wall, his face was ugly.

If Baimei hadn't been able to make money for him, if she hadn't been useful, he would have kicked her out a long time ago, why would he still be offering her up like this.

I wanted to praise Ming Qingyu as the second Baimei, at least to become the pillar of the prosperous age, but Ming Qingyu was too disappointing, and was pressed on top of her head by a layman, even surpassing Lin Jiayin.

In this way, he still has to rely on Baimei.

It's easy to make a model popular and it's easy to make a model permanent, but Baimei is an exception. He has sealed her for three years, and she eats and drinks as usual. She has always been ranked first in the ranking of pink girls.

I don't know how those people did it.

In this ranking list, a person has only one chance to vote. Although votes can be bought, there are not many votes that can be bought, because an ID card can only cast one vote.

Baimei seems to have a charm, which can attract people.

Five years have passed, and no one can shake her position.

For a commodity, he still wants to negotiate terms with him.

"Send me someone to keep an eye on her, and don't let her come into contact with people."

Shen Yan ordered, and the two behind him lowered their heads to agree.

At the party, as soon as Ye Ling and Liu Shiyao came back, they saw a group of people clamoring around as if they were watching a play.

Lin Jiayin covered her chest with her hands to prevent the dress from falling off.

His eyes looked at Ming Qingyu's innocent face.

"Miss Lin, I really didn't mean it. I just saw a thread and wanted to pull it out for Miss Lin."

Ming Qingyu wronged Bala and said that those eyes seemed to be about to cry.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Ling glanced at Fu Yuhan who was beside her, and Fu Yuhan said with a cold face, "Who knows."

Ye Lingzhi asked Fu Yuhan for nothing, he didn't care about these gossips at all.

"This old man, what happened here?"

"Ming Qingyu wanted to unplug Lin Jiayin's thread, but unexpectedly the dress was torn."

The man explained in a few words, and Ye Ling looked at Lin Jiayin.

There was a hole on one side of the dress, and Wu You didn't know where to go.

"It's intentional, it's intentional, what a high-sounding reason."

Lin Jiayin said angrily that the way those people looked at her made her feel like they were laughing at her.

She could feel the chill behind her, and if she moved, the thread on her back might be torn.

The rain in the Ming and Qing Dynasties is more than just dialing a line!

"I really didn't do it on purpose. I didn't expect the clothes to be so low-quality. The whole clothes fell apart as soon as the thread came out."

Sharp-eyed people can tell whose brand it is at a glance.

Fu's.

When Lin Jiayin heard Ming Qingyu slander Fu, her face turned black with anger.

Ye Ling glanced at Fu Yuhan, but Fu Yuhan was unmoved.

Lin Jiayin was also a die-hard fan of Fu's, and Lin Jiayin bought a lot of those clothes last time, but she still had a straight face with such a big customer, Fu Yuhan.

"Bad quality? Miss Ming's eyes may need to be treated."

Ye Ling stepped forward and walked to Lin Jiayin's side.

"If it weren't for inferior quality, why would the thread break as soon as it was opened? Ms. Ye is so protective, it must be Fu's brand?"

Ming Qingyu mocked.

Lin Jiayin was still wondering what Ye Ling was doing when she came out, only to see Ye Ling pull away her hand that was protecting her chest, and tore open the sleeve that was split at the shoulder.

With a tear, Lin Jiayin wanted to yell, but Ye Ling stared at her coldly: "Don't yell, lest you scare people."

Ye Ling said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, Lin Jiayin looked into Ye Ling's eyes and chose to believe Ye Ling for some reason.

The sleeves at the shoulders were torn apart, and Ye Ling fastened the end of the thread and made a circle around it, intersecting with the thread in front.

The skirt was layer by layer, and Ye Ling tore it apart.

Lin Jiayin stood motionless like a mannequin, and those people also wanted to see what kind of tricks Ye Ling was going to do.

I saw Ye Ling's hands moving back and forth on Lin Jiayin's short skirt.

Matching the torn fabric to the back again, the hand movements never stopped.