The Dark Ball: The Princess' Mask

On the day of the selection day for the exchange students of Helen College and Isarank Women's College in the UK, the weather miraculously improved. It was not as hot as before. The temperature was 22 degrees Celsius, which was just right.

Tong and Lianyi, as members of the student union, models and contestants (...) have to go to Helen Yi two hours in advance to prepare, and they left the door before 5 o'clock.Although the college was empty, the student union building was in full swing, bustling and chaotic...

The central hall is mainly responsible for the dior show, with 30 ordinary student union members; the platinum palace is mainly responsible for the design and layout of the venue, with 35 ordinary student union members; the repair hall is mainly responsible for the disciplinary management of the dior show and finals, with 50 ordinary student union members ;The Shadow Pavilion is mainly responsible for some trivial matters such as makeup, clothing, and audio equipment (...), equipped with 70 ordinary student council members.The remaining members of the student union belong to the kind that will go wherever there is a shortage of manpower, and are on call.

Wu Shunzi arrived a long time ago. She was busy in the office. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but it did not affect her waterproof makeup at all... During the rehearsal of the models a few days ago, Tong saw that Wu Shun Shunzi also has a perfect model figure, so I wonder why Shunzi has such a temperament but doesn't want to be a model.

Shunzi explained with a sneer: "Are you kidding me? Don't call me a dick like those people, okay?!" As she spoke, she gave aimee a sideways look.Hitomi was speechless, it seemed that she even scolded herself...

At this time, Wu Shunzi is like a little Nezha on a hot wheel, running up and down the central hall in a hurry, and she is still the kind who has grown three heads and six arms. A dozen documents are piled up in front of her, 5 seconds Browsing, and signing more than a dozen documents with 5 seconds left.

She didn't forget to instruct Tong to do things when she was busy.

"Hitomi Shiba, take a spoonful of the Swedish black tea in my drawer and pour it into the Hermes teacup on my table, and soak it with the Evian hot water from the water dispenser."

"She Qian Hitomi, please help me pass the out-of-stock list of that cosmetic."

"Sheqian Hitomi, the model is here, you and Elle go pick it up."

"Sheqian Hitomi, get me this dress from Prada's flagship store before Prince Xia Yang comes."

……

Of course Hitomi won't collapse so easily, anyway, she is still the king of [Mie].

When Tong Tong took back the prada black dress that Shunzi ordered for Luo Yu Xia Yang, he saw Luo Yu Xia Yang, Sikong Boye and Bai Yiwei in the office at the same time.

Wu Shunzi had no time to worry about the fact that Tong "didn't get the dress back before Prince Xia Yang came", she snatched the dress, then pushed Tong and said, "Come on, this is Bai Yiwei, Prince Bo Ye's girl friend."

"Huh?!" Tong's eyes widened in surprise, and when she saw Bai Yiwei in front of her, her face turned red all of a sudden, and then she lowered her head deeply.

Sikong Boye smiled playfully, put his arms around Bai Yiwei's waist, and said, "Why, Assistant She, I remember that you seem to know my Wei!" As he spoke, his sexy thin lips touched Bai Yiwei's tender cheeks Pecked lightly.

"..."

Luo Yu Xiayang, Wu Shunzi and Tong were all completely speechless.

"Cough!" Wu Shunzi was the first to react, "Well, what Prince Boye meant was to ask Bai Yiwei to replace a model. I will leave this matter to you, hurry up and lead her to No. [-] dressing room .”

Tong nodded quickly: "Yes, Chief Chu." Then he smiled at Bai Yiwei, "Come with me." Bai Yiwei hurriedly followed Tong, and left Luoyu Xiayang's office together.

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