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Chapter 2841 If I say I have something to do, will you take responsibility?

The discussion among the crowd became louder and louder, Wang Meiyun could not hear clearly and only heard Wen Rao.

I couldn't help curling my lips.

Are those people comparing Wen Rao’s dressing style with hers?

Tsk! Wen Rao looks better dressed than before.

The wearable dress has no brand on it.

The bag she was carrying didn't have any pattern on it either.

She asked Chaochao to buy her a cool bag. Chaochao also has three LV bags and two Chanel bags.

Wen Rao looked around and saw that there was not a single decent bag.

Her husband's family must be very stingy with her, and she herself is reluctant to buy it.

Wang Meiyun has limited knowledge and thinks that if she can't tell the brand, it's an unknown brand.

After all, in her opinion, aren't all rich people wearing designer clothes?

If you can't see it, who would be stupid enough to spend a lot of money to buy it!

If no one notices it, then the money would have been wasted, right?

Ji Jiang was not as slow as Wang Meiyu. He could sense that the discussions and gazes around him were not friendly. He glanced at Wang Meiyu with disgust and sat a little further away.

Ji Yuchao took advantage of the fact that his parents were not around and deliberately stood at the entrance of the hall.

She pretended to lower her head to send WeChat messages, but she kept a glance at any man passing by.

She felt that except for her facial features which were not as delicate as Wen Rao, she was no inferior to Wen Rao in other aspects.

If Wen Rao can find Zhan Xin, she can also find a similar one.

But she stood there for a quarter of an hour. There were young people there, but they all had companions.

Or they come with their parents to meet their elders.

She thought that if she wore a low-cut dress, all the men passing by would take a second look.

But I miscalculated.

Most of those people walked by quickly without looking around.

Occasionally, a few people would look at her breasts, but after their eyes moved to her face, they would pass by without any ripples.

What kind of beauties have the upper class not seen? Why would anyone stop for Ji Yuchao, who has a hot body but ordinary looks?

Ji Yuchao thought this was a bar and a nightclub.

When she wears a low-cut dress and internet celebrity makeup, a bunch of flies will fly towards her.

She likes to dress herself up in a high-end style in bars and nightclubs. However, that so-called high-end style will be reduced to her original appearance when she gets to a truly high-end place.

The sophistication here is hidden.

The less visible the logo is, the higher the quality.

People like Ji Yuchao, who wear dresses that can be bought on the market and carry bags worth tens of thousands of dollars, are treated as casual assistants by the wealthy ladies here.

No one would think she is a rich girl.

Ji Yuchao's waist and legs ached from standing, and she was about to go into the venue to rest when suddenly a figure walked past her quickly and accidentally bumped into her as she was about to leave.

"hiss!"

Ji Yuchao felt pain, covered his red arm, and looked up at the other person.

He is in his twenties, over 1.80 meters tall, and thin, but not frail.

She has upturned peach blossom eyes, aquiline nose, pink thin lips, fair skin, and hooked eyes.

It doesn't give people a sissy feeling, but rather has an unruly and bohemian allure.

"Feel sorry."

The other party spoke, and his voice was so pleasant that Ji Yuchao trembled all over.

"It's okay. Are you okay?"

While speaking, Ji Yuchao did not forget to squeeze her body with her arms, deliberately making her chest more obvious.

The man smiled, his peach blossom eyes were charming and captivating.

"If I tell you I have something wrong, will you take responsibility?"

As the man spoke, he leaned forward, his chest almost touching Ji Yuchao's.

She took a deep breath and instead of moving back, she moved forward a few centimeters.

Her breasts were just touching the man's chest.

"My name is Zheng Ming. Have you heard of the Zheng family in Kyoto?

If you want to be responsible for me, don’t mistake me for someone else.”