"Let's talk about ......"

"Yes, let's talk about it."

Song Ke'er in the cubicle room also immediately tilted her head, for fear of missing something.

I only heard the woman say proudly, "I heard that the original prince of the Jin family died strangely, and I also heard that this little young master is the murderer." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the ladies in the bathroom whispered in surprise.

A woman said, "Mrs. Qian, you can't talk nonsense......

"That's right!"

"Yes, what, yes? Who is talking nonsense? This is the result of the battle between the Jin family's son-in-law and the son-in-law. If you don't believe it, wait and see, the Jin family has been standing on a high place all these years, so I don't believe it and don't fall down. ”

After she finished speaking, she snorted softly.

Suddenly, a woman sensed that this was something that could not be talked about, and looked back at the cubicle.

Straight forward, one by one, she pushed down, and when she reached the last room, she frowned, stretched out her hand and pushed, not moving.

The faces of the women who looked at her changed dramatically, especially Mrs. Qian.

"Who is this?" A woman patted the lattice door.

Song Ke'er was startled inside, the people who could come here today were not ordinary people, her body couldn't help but shrink into a ball, trembling slightly.

"Don't you come out? Wait! Mrs. Qian glanced disapprenantly at the closed door, turned her face to the mirror and began to touch up her makeup.

Time passed minute by minute, and Song Ke'er couldn't stay any longer, because these women obviously wouldn't leave.

She gritted her silver teeth, stood up and straightened her dress, touched her neat hair, opened the door and walked out with her head held high.

Mrs. Qian turned around, her eyes fell on her, and her round eyes suddenly opened and looked at each other angrily, "Song Ke'er!" She stopped in front of Song Ke'er, "It's really you." ”

Song Keer looked at it, and the middle-aged lady in front of her in a dark gold evening dress was the wife of Mr. Qian, the heroine of the scandal she had made, Mrs. Qian,

"I'm sorry, you're ......" Song Ke'er looked at the woman in front of her and smiled.

Money always depends on this arrogant woman to achieve today's achievements, so she is notoriously strict with her wife.

It is precisely because of this that Qi Luoxia will be angry, because she is afraid that something will happen and affect Song Keer's reputation and star career.

"Huh! You little vixen, you don't know me, I know you," Mrs. Qian said, raised her hand and slapped her.

This slap was very powerful, and it made Song Keer's head deviate, and her cheeks hurt badly.

She subconsciously touched her cheek, a scratch within reach, and a touch of wetness stained her fingers.

Her heart tightened, and she looked down at the white fingers, a little blood red.

Face, her face is a bowl for eating.

"You're crazy!" She pushed Mrs. Qian away and looked in the mirror, her left cheek was red, as if it had been cut by something sharp, "Ah! You crazy woman! ”

She screamed that she was about to be disfigured, and she was so frightened that she turned around and threw herself at Mrs. Money.

In the bathroom, several women gathered in a ball and whipped together.

At this time, the little assistant in the bathroom who felt that something was wrong pushed the door and rushed in, shouting loudly, "Miss Song, what's wrong?" Feed! Loosen up, loosen up, what are you women going to do? Someone! Someone! ”

"What are you shouting? I hit the stinky and shameless junior, the vixen ...... "Mrs. Qian was stout and tall, and grabbed Song Keer's hair that was already scattered.