Dear Commander-in-Chief

Fall in love with you Kanshu..

But thinking of Gu Qiqi's warning, Xiao Ning endured it for the time being, and returned a cold look.

Hmph, you dare to insult Qiqi's deceased mother, you just wait to die!

My Qiqi is not easy to mess with!

I'll let you jump for a few minutes first, and then I'll make you lose your mind later!

Mrs. Mu didn't know what a terrible and powerful enemy she had set up for herself, but she was even more proud. She turned her head to Gu Yuanyuan and Gu Xuexue who were watching the fun and said, "If we, Mu Liuchuan and a young and promising young lady like you two marry Not too far!"

Gu Yuanyuan: "..." I want a palace lord!

Gu Xuexue: "..." If Gong Jue doesn't want me, I'll forcefully consider your family, Mu Liuchuan.

It's almost time for Mrs. Mu to perform.

Only then did Gu Qiqi speak slowly, seemingly casually, turned around lightly, and took two steps towards the red carpet at the door.

Elegantly and politely, she smiled at the reporters who just took pictures of her dress, "Thank you for your appreciation, but I'm still a student, so I hope you don't publish my face in the newspaper, okay? Leave me a little privacy ,Thanks!"

Gu Qiqi's generous and polite request won countless favors from the reporters.

Everyone sighed with emotion, the person is really beautiful, and the clothes are also beautiful.

They were far away, so naturally they couldn't hear the siege of Gu Qiqi by those rich ladies just now.

At this moment, Mrs. Mu couldn't help rushing over, snorting coldly: "You are still fashion reporters, why can't you even tell the difference between real and fake dresses and counterfeit ones?"

The reporters shook their heads when they heard the words:

"It's this lady, you have poor eyesight, right? This is obviously the work of Beigong Xiaojiu, we will never admit it wrong."

"This lady, you may not have worn Beigong Xiaojiu's clothes at all. The clothes she sewed by herself have a unique logo on the right side of the skirt!"

"Even if you don't know the style of Beigong Xiaojiu's works, you must know diamonds, right? Don't tell me that the diamonds on the skirt are real or fake? Don't tell me you can't tell? Are you usually not able to afford a real diamond ring?"

"To say that others are copycats,

I think you are jealous, right? After all, not everyone can wear the clothes designed by Beigong Xiaojiu himself, let alone anyone who can wear them so beautifully! "

That reporter is a well-known chief fashion reporter in the industry. He is a pushover from the very beginning. He won't sell the face of any wealthy wife. He only recognizes news hotspots and facts.

After she finished speaking venomously, she took a special look at Mrs. Mu's bloated figure, and the golden evening dress that couldn't be explained in words...

"Tsk tsk, but this lady's dress really looks like a lump of moving golden poop."

The reporters spoke sharply and high-pitched.

This time, the rich ladies standing at the door heard clearly.

Even the well-informed chief fashion reporter has verified that Gu Qiqi's dress is genuine, so what else do they have to say?

After all, many of them couldn't buy Beigong Xiaojiu's clothes.

Some people are starting to waver:

"Maybe that Ms. Qiqi is not as bad as Mrs. Mu said? I look pretty and generous, I have good taste in clothes, I speak politely, and I can deal with reporters with ease. You must know that young people can be in the media nowadays. There are not many reporters who like being so graceful in front of you!"

"Yeah, I also think Miss Qiqi is pretty good. Since the dress is real, what Mrs. Mu said..."

I am afraid that the truth of those words will have to be discounted a lot.

Everyone is secretly communicating.

Behind him, a cool sentence from the man suddenly sounded, with an unquestionable judgment: "Of course the dress is real. My man, don't I know?"