The morning stars are far away

Chapter 110 Ye Jia Tong Yan - Door - Photo

Before her breath came down, Sheng Yan walked back to the sofa carelessly, grabbed a little star with his arms, and kissed her on the side of the cheek. The little star giggled and wanted to give up He pushed Sheng Yan's shoulder and scolded softly: "Young Master Sheng, there are outsiders here..."

Sheng Yan glanced at Ye Jiatong, and said casually, "Since she's an outsider, why bother with her?"

Ye Jiatong's face became more embarrassing, and he clearly felt a wave of humiliation rushing towards his face.

"Young Master Sheng, you..." She was just about to say something to show that she is not the kind of nobility that [-]th-line starlets can compare to, but Sheng Yan opened her mouth one step ahead of her, and suddenly changed the subject: " I remember that the heroine of our drama should be a costume designer, right?"

"It's a fashion designer, what, what's the matter?" Ye Jiatong couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the second generation ancestor.

"Not really, I just think your dressing taste is not good, especially for such an important press conference tonight, you have to impress those media reporters no matter what?"

As he said that, Sheng Yan snapped his fingers, and two women came in, one with a tape measure around his neck, and the other with scissors in his hand.

"Reshape her clothes." Sheng Yan directed.

Ye Jiatong didn't dare to refuse, after all, the man in front of him, Yugong is the sponsor of the play, and Yusi is the prince of the Sheng family, so he could only stand obediently where he was, and let the two tailors stand in his place. The body is cut and cut.

As for the color of the skirt, Sheng Yan felt that the white color was too monotonous, so two [-]th-line starlets volunteered to take a few bottles of cocktails and dye her skirt...

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In the banquet hall, Ye Jiatong looked at her appearance like a sharp sister, and the guests behind her who kept talking about her, the sense of humiliation in her heart continued to rise, and her face turned red with those bad memories white.

"Ye Jiatong, what's the matter with you?" Ye Xingyao saw Ye Jiatong's face changing constantly, and couldn't help asking again.

"It's okay." Ye Jiatong forced a smile, put Sheng Yan's matter behind her, her ultimate goal has not been completed yet, how could such a trivial matter affect her plan?

Ye Jiatong picked up the goblet in front of her and raised it in front of Ye Xingyao: "Sister, I would like to toast you."

"Okay!" Ye Xingyao clinked his glasses generously.

Ye Jiatong just looked at her quietly like this, until she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, an unknown sinister smile appeared on the corner of Ye Jiatong's mouth, and then, she finished the glass slowly liquor.

The two chatted for a few more words, nothing more than gossip in some circles, and nothing about Han Ke and Mrs. Ye was mentioned.

About 10 minutes later, Ye Jiatong's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were indescribably blurred, and his breathing became a little short and heavy.

Ye Xingyao asked suspiciously: "Ye Jiatong, are you uncomfortable? Is it too stuffy here?"

"Maybe, I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face." Ye Jiatong felt uncomfortable all over, like thousands of ants gnawing, itchy and painful, and wanted to find a cool place to relieve the stuffy heat.

Ye Xingyao looked at her swaying back, thinking to herself, it's probably due to the effect of the medicine.

Originally, she was wondering if Ye Jiatong gave her some kind of laxative, but looking at her reaction just now, it didn't seem like it.

(End of this chapter)