President Daddy, Here is Mommy

0Liu Qianqian's face was even more beautiful than the color palette. She felt that her face had been hit hard. The surrounding people's gazes made them feel extremely ashamed. Like a mouse crossing the street, she ran away like a wisp of smoke.    0

    

Why was the dress Mei Guanxi's?    

    

Why was there help everywhere she went?    

    

Could it be that she had an unspoken rule with some judge?    

    

No matter what, Liu Qianqian would make her lose a thousand times, ten thousand times more face than she did in this selection.    

    

Although she did not understand why Diel would give her clothes, she did need clothes now. She thanked her politely and smiled, and Mei Guanxi went to the bathroom to change her clothes.    

    

Diel thought very carefully and even prepared her shoes for her.    

    

"Rose's Summer." It was as if it was specially custom-made for her. It fit perfectly on her body.    

    

The entire dress was gradually changing color. The upper half was light purple and rose pink, and the further down it went, the more pink it became. The lower part of the dress was a tassel inlaid with golden silk. The entire dress was very drab, and the shoes were also pink. There were also purple crystal earrings.    

    

Mei Guanxi was so beautiful that she seemed to have walked out of a painting.    

    

Coincidentally, Mei Guanxi met the street mouse that she did not want to see the most in the waiting area.    

    

Liu Qianqian looked at her gorgeous dress and her eyes were red with jealousy. This dress should be hers.    

    

Mei Guanxi did not want to create any trouble with her during the selection. She walked past her almost carefully.    

    

Entering the waiting room really shocked Mei Guanxi. Looking back and forth, there were about a hundred people. Among them, there was no lack of senior elders in the design world. There were twenty to thirty people who could call out their names.    

    

But she did not understand why Liu Qianqian would appear here. At first, she only thought that she was an audience, but she did not expect that she would also enter the waiting room.    

    

She randomly found a corner to sit down, and soon an invigilator came to collect their design drawings.    

    

The rules for the competition were jointly decided by the judges and the audience. The judges scored 70%, while the audience only scored 30%, and the two of them combined. As the overall score of the designers, it was fairly fair.    

    

Suddenly, a woman in a black dress sat opposite Mei Guanxi. She was wearing a simple short hair and her eyes were sharp and spirited.    

    

Mei Guanxi recognized her immediately. It was BELL.    

    

Because she was in the corner, BELL did not speak gently on stage. She coldly said to the assistant beside her, "Give me some makeup. It's my turn to go on stage soon."    

    

"Okay." The assistant said timidly.    

    

Mei Guanxi looked at the designer queen with admiration. She was the idol of her dreams. What should she do? She really wanted to get an autograph now.    

    

Maybe it was because her eyes were too hot and attracted BELL's attention.    

    

However, BELL did not show any expression. Instead, she arrogantly turned her face away.    

    

Mei Guanxi had a sense of loss. Her idol was originally so cold.    

    

She was really bored. Mei Guanxi could only casually pick up a fashion magazine on the table and flip through it.    

    

"You're so clumsy, you don't even know how to make up!" BELL kicked the assistant.    

    

Mei Guanxi's impression of BELL was bad again. However, she did not want to help. She was not a saint.    

    

There were some things that should not be provoked.