Not far away when he went out, he happened to meet Nan Yan who was in a hurry to leave.
Lin Jin walked forward belatedly and saw Lu Huaijing following closely behind him.
He looked at Nan Yan's pale face and understood everything immediately.
Lin Jinchi directly took Nan Yan into his arms, leaving only Lu Huaijing's back.
Just one move was enough to stop the man behind him.
His dark eyes stared coldly at the two people hugging each other as they left, and his eyes became even colder.
…
A week later.
Shanghai's dinner was scheduled to be on a cruise ship, and the luxury cruise ship was specially chosen to be on the coast with beautiful environment.
At this time, guests gathered in the hall, the luxurious scene, the environment of drinking and drinking, and the feeling of drunkenness and wealth everywhere.
Powder room.
Nan Yan looked at Song Yihuan who had already changed into a long dress. She was staring nervously at the mirror. The emerald green bracelet on her wrist was very dazzling.
Now, she already has two in her hand.
There was a hint of coldness in the beautiful eyes.
She slowly picked up the scissors on the table, the sharp scissor blades shimmering with cold light.
Nan Yan was getting closer step by step, but at this time, Song Yihuan was completely unaware and was still lowering her head to adjust her skirt.
"Alina, do you think it's okay for me to wear this skirt? I'm so worried...and it's really not very convenient..."
She said while adjusting her bloated lower body.
This red skirt is so slim.
Over the years, Song Yihuan has lived a pampered life, and due to the inconvenience of movement, she has long lost her good figure.
In addition, she has to wear bulky diapers, and no matter how high-end the skirt is, it may not be able to support this set of operations.
This auction was attended by all reputable people, so Song Yihuan was naturally even more nervous.
But her words received no response.
Song Yihuan was very worried, so she looked up and saw in the mirror that the woman was holding a pair of sharp scissors and was walking towards her with a fierce expression.
But before she could turn her head, her neck instantly felt cold.
Song Yihuan didn't have time to scream before she felt the coolness on her neck had dissipated.
She immediately turned her head, just in time to see a hangtag clutched between those slender fingers.
Seemingly realizing that Song Yihuan was abnormal, Nan Yan smiled gently and said:
"In this way, Miss Song won't be entangled, right?"
Song Yihuan was surprised, and it took her a while to realize that this woman was cutting her tag.
Her beating heart was somewhat soothed, but she still had lingering fears.
His eyes carefully met the woman in the mirror, and he saw Nan Yan helping her adjust her skirt with a calm expression.
"Ms. Song, actually, you don't need to wear safety pants today."
Nan Yan suggested: "After this period of treatment, you can actually feel that your physiological needs are coming, not to mention, Assistant Song is always taking care of you."
Her words touched Song Yihuan's weakness.
It had indeed been a long time since she had the freedom to wear a skirt.
This is also the reason why Song Yihuan has been hesitant.
Over the years, she has attended various meetings and events, wearing specially customized clothes.
And this dress is even more valuable.
Song Yihuan suddenly felt a little unhappy when she thought of this: "You just cut my tag so hastily without asking for my opinion?"
Nan Yan smiled faintly, and then followed her words and said: "I was reckless, but what I meant was that I gave Miss Song just a skirt. If it can make my patient happy, it can be considered good medicine. "
As soon as these words came out, even Song Yihuan, who had just wanted to make things difficult for her, was now extremely shocked.
Because she didn't expect that Nan Yan would give away the more than one million yuan haute couture.
You know, this skirt, even Song Yihuan now, would feel distressed for this kind of thing.
Song Yihuan was naturally pleasantly surprised, but thinking that her current situation was not stable, she immediately stopped smiling.
"I'm afraid... these are not very appropriate. What if-"
Before she finished speaking, Nan Yan interrupted her directly: "Actually, the problem is not big. The main thing is that this skirt is really not suitable for wearing this."
The last sentence hurt Song Yihuan hard.
How could she not know?
Being disabled not only brings humiliation, but also a series of low self-esteem.
Song Yihuan gritted her teeth, seeming to be struggling.
And Nan Yan also sent a slightly bewitching word at the right time: "Miss Song, you also want Mr. Lu to see you, right?"
These words were like the straw that broke the camel's back, and Song Yihuan's last worries were immediately dismissed.
She asked: "Are you sure nothing will happen?"
"As long as you control your diet, there will be no problem."
Nan Yan didn't say anything to death, but just that was enough to make Song Yihuan tempted.
So, she resolutely entered the fitting room again.
Dinner.
Song Yihuan was pushed by Song Fei and went straight into the venue.
As soon as she entered the door, the red two-piece long skirt instantly made Song Yihuan the focus of the audience.
Today, she just simply changed her hair style, and the foundation on her face is still there. With two hours of makeup, she is enough to attract attention.
Of course, Nanyan’s help is also indispensable.
Soon, a young and handsome rich second generation walked towards this direction.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Song?"
The man was polite and polite. Song Yihuan looked him up and down, and her eyes fell on the man's valuable watch.
A watch is enough to buy the dress she is wearing ten times.
Therefore, just one glance was enough for Song Yihuan to estimate his worth.
But she still maintained her airs and let Song Fei behind her answer the questions.
Song Fei immediately nodded and said: "Excuse me, are you——"
"I'm your fan, Miss Song."
The handsome second-generation rich man was very attentive and immediately extended his hand to her, with carefully disguised admiration even in his eyes.
Song Yihuan was obviously flattered.
She raised her lips quietly, but still held out her hand to him reservedly.
"Sir, it is an honor for me to be liked by you."
Song Yihuan behaved elegantly, and soon, people around her knew of her arrival.
Many people have already started to come forward to compliment him.
Nan Yan stood on the second floor, looking down at the surrounded Song Yihuan, holding the champagne glass with her slender fingers, and a hint of a smile on her lips.
She must have never been held in such high regard by anyone.
As a woman with a bad background, Song Yihuan has always relied on Lu Huaijing.
Her goal was very clear from the beginning, just to be with Lu Huaijing and become Mrs. Lu.
But the disability of both legs and the situation of the past five years have probably tortured Song Yihuan's original intention.
Nan Yan took a sip of wine gracefully, and the smile on Qianjiao Baimei's face deepened.
She looked at the woman whose cheeks turned red from the compliment, with mockery in her eyes.
Then, he drank the wine in his hand.
Song Yihuan, enjoy the last highlight moment of your life!
