Shadow Bride

The lady Zhuang stood gracefully, her eyes swept away from Su Xingyu: "You are?"

Her eyes are very poisonous. At a glance, she can see that the little dress on Su Xingyu's body is very valuable. It is a hand-customized version of an international first-line luxury product. It seems low-key and simple in style, but in fact, it is not available for hundreds of thousands.

Edge Group, when did such a girl come?

Su Xingyu didn't think too much, and replied, "I'm here to participate in the street shooting contest finals."

The accompanying male employee frowned: "That little game? What are you running around? Not everyone can come to the main building if they want to."

The words are faintly disdainful.

Miss Zhuang's gaze was taken back from Su Xingyu. She originally thought that the girl in front of her was who she was, but she actually came to participate in a small folk competition? The dress... is also fake, right? The fakes made these days are really lifelike.

She dignifiedly said to the male staff accompanying her: "Let's go, and I will accompany Shi Feng out for a meal later."

While talking, while passing by Su Xingyu, he brought a scent of fragrance.

He didn't look at her again.

Su Xingyu looked at her a few more times, "Shi Feng"? Does this woman know Lu Shifeng? Lu Shifeng, that **** tyrant, kept her at home, but he spent time outside?

For some reason, Su Xingyu was a little depressed.

Her gaze followed Ms. Zhuang unconsciously, and she saw Ms. Zhuang walking to the elevator not far away, and a security guard waiting at the side pressed the elevator button for her. Miss Zhuang said something to the security guard, and saw the security guard nod and walk in the direction of Su Xingyu. "Miss, you can't enter the main building casually," the security guard was polite but tough, "please leave as soon as possible."

There was a slight discomfort in Su Xingyu's heart. What did that Miss Zhuang take her for?

However, after all, it was she who took the wrong path and made a mistake. She held up her anger and asked the security guard: "How can F-3103 go?"

The security showed her the way.

She hurriedly walked all the way to a building outside the group park and found F-3103.

Already approaching the opening time, a red carpet was spread outside the F-3103 auditorium, there were staff checking the invitation letter at the door, and many contestants and guests came and went, making it very lively. Because the invitation letter stated that she would wear formal attire, her little dress and exquisite makeup looked less glaring at last.

She showed the e-invitation letter in her hand to the staff.

The staff smiled, "Ms. Su Xingyu? Here, please." He led her to sit down in the contestant's seat in the first row.

She was sitting down, and the staff brought in two young girls. One of them was Su Xingyu wearing a black tulle dress, and the other was wearing a lace and beaded dress, but it was Su Xingqi!

Su Xingyu was a little surprised how she came, and then recalled an item in the invitation letter: All photographers participating in the finals can bring their own models into the venue. She originally thought about whether to bring Ouyang Yi, but Ouyang Yi took the initiative to call and refused: "I don't want to go to the edge of the field."

Su Xingyu also let him go.

Now, Su Xingqi probably followed her photographer to enter the venue. The girl next to her is Lin Luna?

Their position is right next to her.

Su Xingqi also saw Su Xingyu, stood still in front of her, and made no secret of the disgust on her face: "These days, it's true that any kind of mischievous person can go out dressed like a dog! With a man on top, it really takes Be a gadget for yourself!"

Swearing viciously in her mouth, her eyes swept over her little dress like Zhuang Heng just now. Su Xingyu’s little dress is so beautiful, coupled with the powerful styling ability of Xia Ling’s makeup team, it takes all her advantages. It is all set off, like a perfect diamond gleaming in the dark night. Many people who came and went nearby looked at Su Xingyu with stunning eyes.

Su Xingqi was so jealous that she was a popular model in vain. She specially matched a high-end dress, but standing next to Su Xingyu would be inferior! She couldn't wait to tear Su Xingyu's clothes immediately!

Su Xingyu's expression was slightly cold: "Put your mouth clean."

Su Xingqi laughed: "Why, you hooked Ouyang Yi and didn't let people say it. If it weren't for his money, you could afford these dresses and jewelry? No wonder you have to cut off ties with your family. Okay, we don't have the Su family. You are such a shameless person!"

Su Xingyu endured it and didn't beat her.

She didn't have the habit of arguing like a shrew in the public. She stopped a staff member who was passing by not far away and said, "I'm sorry, I want to change seats. The lady next to me has no tutor and speaks awkwardly."

The staff was stunned. Over there, Su Xingqi had already screamed: "Who do you think has no tutor? You slut!"

Many people nearby were attracted by the sharp curse and looked at Su Xingqi as if they were crazy. Su Xingqi realized her gaffe, and quickly shut up, but it was too late. The staff also glanced at Su Xingqi disgustingly. The most annoying thing about the event they hosted was the troublemaker. The screaming and cursing girl in front of them seemed to be a famous model, right? Why is the quality so bad? It's better to separate her from another girl who seems to be in peace.

The staff called out the seating chart: "The contestant No. 08 in the first row has not come yet, Miss Su Xingyu, please go sit there. When the contestant arrives, I will let him sit in your current position."

Su Xingyu thanked him with a smile, and despite Su Xingqi's ugly expression, he changed seats.

This time the ear roots are finally clean.

There was a contestant sitting on her left, but she was empty on the right, and then to the right, a few people in meticulous black suits and professional suits were sitting. The overall temperament looked rigorous and unattainable, not like those sloppy. The contestants, on the contrary, are like the judges and staff of the Edge Group.

She waited for a while, and a man sat down on her right.

The man looked like he was in his thirties with a stern expression, holding a laptop in his hand, and turning on the computer as soon as he was seated to deal with something. Su Xingyu accidentally glanced at it. The other party’s screen seemed to be covered with an anti-peeping protective film. From the angle of view, the past is blurred. All he knows is that his fingers are flying, and he is as busy as fighting a war.

After a while, a staff member brought a cup and said, "Mr. Leng, the strong tea you want."

The person named Leng Zong didn't even lift his eyelids.

The staff was also very witty, put the tea on the table in front of the first row, and walked away silently.

Su Xingyu was watching interestingly next to him, and thought to himself, this Leng is so busy, why should he participate in a folk street shooting contest? This kind of activity is not important at all for a behemoth like the Edge Group.