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Chapter 1760 The field must be raised

Ye Qingqing snatched the newspaper in her hand. During this period, the headlines of local European newspapers were basically related to dances. For example, when it was Princess Julie yesterday, she reported a mysterious dress today.

"According to Mrs. Hualun, the most mysterious Gongsun family who customizes dresses, it seems that the 10th out of ten princesses in this year's dance party are girls from the Gongsun family. This year, there are two girls from the Gongsun family participating in the dance party, one is Gongsun Yao and the other is Gongsun Lin. Whose dress is the dress?"

Ruan Yingzi continued to recite, Ye Qingqing was already sure that this hyped dress was exactly the one in her hand.

And she is neither Gongsun Yao nor Gongsun Lin.

What a wonderful misunderstanding.

Ye Qingqing carefully hung the dress back into the closet. Although she didn't know how much it was, she could guess it with her toes, which was definitely an astronomical number that she couldn't imagine.

Now it's a big deal!

She called Miao Tianxiang and it took a long time to get it connected. Miao Tianxiang was admiring their masterpieces with Mrs. Warren, and the newspaper was placed in front of her.

"Aunt Xiang, you're too big, right? I'm not a princess, and I'm not a rich daughter, so I can't stand such a big show!" Ye Qingqing really doesn't want this show.

Although the dress is indeed beautiful, she can't control it. I'm afraid that she will become the public enemy of all the celebrities tomorrow night!

As soon as Ye Qingqing thought of princesses and wealthy daughters from all over the world and treated her as a competitor, she would have numb her scalp. She would have known that she would rather let Gu Nianci make a Hanfu to attend the dance party. Although her grandmother was confused, Nu Hong had nothing to say.

Miao Tianxiang's chuckling came from the phone, and it sounded like she was in a wonderful mood.

"Don't worry, I'm here to support you. You represent China now. You must know that this dance is the first time that mainland girls are invited. The venue must be lifted!" Miao Tianxiang's tone became more solemn.

Ye Qingqing felt a stern heart. When she understood Miao Tianxiang's meaning, she suddenly felt that the burden on her shoulders was much heavier, and cold sweat came out, and she suddenly became nervous.

If she performs poorly at the dance, she will lose face of the motherland and her heartbeats faster and faster. Ye Qingqing really wants to go home now and will not attend this Lao Shi dance.

She is just a so-called man, and she can't afford such a serious task!

"Aunt Xiang, I'm afraid I can't do it well, otherwise I'll still..." Ye Qingqing stammered and planned to resign. Miao Tianxiang interrupted her, "I have confidence in you, just treat it as if I were attending a dance at my house. There is nothing to be afraid of. The other guests are not as good as you!"

Miao Tianxiang comforted her a few words, and Ye Qingqing slowly calmed down. She was not as nervous as before, but-

"Aunt Xiang, this skirt is too heavy, I can't jump."

Ye Qingqing raised the real problem, and walking in a skirt worth about ten pounds is a problem, let alone dancing.

"puff"

Miao Tianxiang laughed, "Looking at the dress carefully, Mrs. Warren has designed it very cleverly, with two layers of skirt hem, and you can remove the outer layer when dancing, so it is not that heavy."

Ye Qingqing lifted the hem of the skirt, and it turned out to be two layers. Because the fabric was too soft, I couldn't find it without looking carefully. There was no diamond on the inside, but there was a lot of silver threads, like the bright moonlight.
Chapter completed!
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