Pure and Virtuous Woman: The main room kills the alliance

Yan Qingruo heard the hotel's bell strike once, and the bell has struck three times since the beginning, that is to say, a full three hours have passed, and she has been standing in ten centimeter high heels since two o'clock in the afternoon.

It wasn't until the third bell rang that she breathed a sigh of relief, because the engagement banquet would start in half an hour.

Zhang Rou rubbed her sore neck, walked over and looked at the tired Yan Qingruo proudly, with smiles on her brows and eyes.

"You should have heard Madam Chu's words just now, right?"

Yan Qingruo, who had been standing for several hours, really didn't have the strength to deal with Zhang Rou anymore, so she shifted her gravity to the other foot, looked weakly at Zhang Rou with a relaxed face, and nodded slowly.

"It's good that you know, your sister is about to become the young lady of the Chu family, if you are more sensible and don't make such fools, we will naturally reward you with a bite of food."

Zhang Rou stretched out her freshly manicured hand, and smiled at Yan Qingruo with a beaming smile, and the words she said were even more proud.

This is the first time that Zhang Rou blatantly threatened her. In the past, she always played the role of a good wife and mother.

The camouflage mask was torn off, Yan Qingruo looked at Zhang Rou's face in front of her, coquettish red lips, blue hanging eyebrows, triangular eyes, and overly high cheekbones, mean when she was not smiling The appearance is full.

"Instead of educating other people's daughters here, you might as well teach your good daughter well. After all, she is your own. You shouldn't be so unconfident about your own flesh and blood, right?"

Yan Qingruo wiped the sweat from her palms with a wet tissue, because standing for a long time made her feel a little weak.

Zhang Rou was so angry that her face turned purple, and she was about to teach the untaught little elf in front of her a lesson, but was interrupted by the waiter who hurried over.

"Excuse me, is Miss Yan Qingruo here?"

The waitress blushed anxiously with her delicately made-up little face. She gasped and patted her chest, but her eyes were fixed on Yan Qingruo.

Yan Qingruo looked at her curiously, her eyebrows raised slightly, and a bad feeling flashed in her heart, but she still replied to the waiter, "I am, what's the matter?"

The waiter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, gasped for breath twice, and then finished speaking intermittently, "Miss Yanyan Zhixin has something urgent to call on you."

Zhang Rou's hanging eyebrows raised, and she immediately looked nervously at the waiter in front of her. The worry in her eyes was obvious, and she didn't seem to be pretending at all.

"What's wrong with my heart? What happened?"

Because of her anxiety, Zhang Rou's voice became sharper, and even started to sound a little ugly.

The young waiter was a little nervous being forced by Zhang Rou, she forced a sorry smile on her face and said, "Sorry ma'am, I don't know exactly what's going on."

After speaking, she carefully turned her eyes on Yan Qingruo, "Miss Yan told you to hurry over, she is in the dressing room."

After finishing speaking, the waitress bowed towards the two of them, without stopping for a moment, but came and went in a hurry.

Yan Qingruo indifferently watched the back of the waiter leaving, she planned to find a stool to sit down first, took off her shoes to look at her painful toes, but was dragged by Zhang Rou and hurried to the dressing room .

dressing room

When Yan Qingruo limped to the dressing room, she happened to meet Yan Zhixin on the phone.

"What? You're telling me now that you're not a bridesmaid? Xiao Rou'er, I think you're always loyal to me, but you'll drop me when it's critical?"

Yan Zhixin put her other hand on her waist. Wearing a wedding dress, she paced back and forth with her back to the door. Just by hearing her voice, she could already tell how angry she was.

"Li Aili? So what if Li Aili is here? Jiangcheng belongs to my Yan family and Chu family! What is she?"

After saying that, she stretched out her hand and slapped the dressing table fiercely. She looked at Yan Qingruo in the mirror with a hideous expression, but she didn't make any movement towards her.

"Hey, hello, Xiao Rou'er!"

With the last sound, Yan Zhixin almost screamed.

Zhang Rou, who didn't know the situation, ran over to snatch her mobile phone, but covered her lips with the other hand very comfortably, and looked at her nervously.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, today is your engagement banquet, how can the majestic Miss Yan family be so shameless?"

Yan Zhixin stomped her feet angrily, bit her lip aggrieved, and held Zhang Rou's hand pitifully.

"Mom, that bitch Xiao Rou'er promised to be my bridesmaid, but now she can't say it."

Yan Qingruo, who was watching coldly from the side, couldn't help complaining, "It's just an engagement, not a marriage, why do you want a bridesmaid?"

Yan Zhixin, whose big tail was about to go up to the sky, she really couldn't stand it.

Yan Zhixin came to Yan Qingruo's side two steps at a time, looked her up from head to toe, and found that although she was only wearing a light green dress, the style was very simple, and it was not of any brand, so cheap that it looked like The street stalls are average.

Her eyes passed over Yan Qingruo, and she snorted coldly.

"Although it's just an engagement, the Chu family thinks highly of me, the young lady of the Yan family, and says that all etiquette should follow the standard of marriage. Of course, you can't imagine such a noble honor."

Yan Qingruo nodded thoughtfully, then turned around blankly and wanted to leave, her feet hurt so much that she didn't want to waste time here with Yan Zhixin.

"Oh, that's it, then you enjoy it slowly, I'll go first."

Yan Zhixin pulled her back, pinched her thin shoulders with both hands, pressed her tightly against the door and looked at her with blazing eyes.

"From now on, you are my bridesmaid!"

The firmness in her words is a little scary, and even unbelievable.

Yan Qingruo knew from the very beginning why Yan Zhixin asked her to come here, but she still couldn't help but be surprised when she said it out of her mouth.

She stretched out her hand to peel off Yan Zhixin's restraint, squinted her eyes and looked at her provocatively, with a faint smile on her lips, "Aren't you afraid of falling into my hands again?"

A piercing laugh came, Yan Qingruo looked at the person in front of her and frowned in disgust.

The corners of Yan Zhixin's mouth suddenly curved upwards, her eyes had a dangerous light, and she looked at her with confidence.

"I'm telling you, Yan Qingruo, your fiancé is in my hands now, if you don't care about his life, feel free to sabotage me, otherwise you'd better be honest with me until the engagement ceremony is successfully concluded!"

Yan Qingruo didn't expect that Li Shaolin would actually fall into her hands. Although they were just fake couples, his life was in danger one after another because of her. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt apologetic.

"Sister, your methods are really clever, but I'm afraid that you will guard against the wrong person, and if you dare to move Li Shaolin again, let alone you are engaged to Chu Mu, even if you are married, I will spare no effort tear you apart."

Halfway through the talk, Yan Qingruo paused, she approached Yan Qingruo slowly, and continued to speak softly in her ear, "After all, sister, you also know that I used to use Chumu, and now I just don't want it." It's your turn."

After speaking, Yan Qingruo looked at her with a smile, she clearly felt a slight shock in Yan Zhixin's body, and her face was terribly pale.

Zhang Rou at the side saw them whispering for a while, and Yan Zhixin's face was starting to turn pale, she hurried over and pulled Yan Qingruo away, "Damn girl, don't forget the advice I just gave you!"

Yan Qingruo blinked her big innocent eyes at Zhang Rou, her eyelashes fluttered up and down like butterfly wings, she looked at her innocently and pitifully.

"Aunt Zhang, what advice did you just give me? I'm sorry I've heard too much advice recently, and I forgot your advice for a while. Do you want to tell me again?"

Zhang Rou was so angry that she reached out to hit her, but Yan Qingruo grabbed her clumsy wrist by the waist, a look of impatience flashed across her brows, and her words were extremely cold.

"Your daughter begged me to be her bridesmaid. Don't hurt my face, otherwise it will hurt the whole Yan family's face."

Zhang Rou held her breath in her heart, broke away from her hand violently, took two steps back, and sat down on the sofa in the dressing room, covering her chest with her hands and gasping for breath.

"Go, go, time is running out!"

Zhang Rou didn't forget to speak worryingly to the air, signaling for Yan Qingruo to prepare quickly and stop being an eyesore here.

Yan Qingruo and Yan Zhixin looked at each other, then she looked down at the clothes on her body, and raised her head with a smile on her face, "I don't need to change any more?"

Yan Zhixin glanced at her from head to toe, then rolled her eyes and took a step back in disgust, "If you wear this skirt, you will probably be laughed to death. You are shameless, but our Yan family is shameless."

After finishing speaking, she asked the makeup artist to come in and picked out a black dress for Yan Qingruo to put on.

Such a tight-fitting dress tightly wrapped her bumpy body, and the neckline was quite low, revealing half of her white as jade breasts. She looked at the person in the glasses uncomfortably, and then at the package next to her. Yan Zhixin was very strict.

Her pure white gauze skirt is wrapped from the neck to the ankles, so ladylike and conservatively dressed, she is indeed a "celebrity". Look at her again, the skirt with a low neckline and leaking calves is really like a "slut". .

"What? Not satisfied with the clothes chosen by the makeup artist?"

Noticing that Yan Zhixin, who was being sized up, was looking at her with a smile in her eyes, the calculation in her eyes flashed past, and then she smiled gently and pleasantly.

Yan Qingruo rolled her eyes, she didn't care at all, on the contrary, she smiled more charmingly, as if she was very satisfied.

"Isn't this the effect you want? If I'm not satisfied, what's the point?"

"Well, it's not worth mentioning. It's time, let's go."

Yan Zhixin dragged her skirt with her white hands, turned her head proudly, and pushed back the two waiters who should have skirts. She had a malicious smile on her face, looked at her skirt, and signaled with her eyes Yan Qingruo dragged her skirt.

"I'm just a bridesmaid, not a laborer who drags your skirt."

Yan Qingruo, who was standing aside, protested, and even glanced at her unmoved, with no intention of going up to help at all.

"your fiancé"