In front, she was wearing a red big deep V-satin dress with polka dot shawl and two big golden earrings hanging on her ears. She was dressed in sexy and enchanting French roses standing on the red carpet.

A head of flax-colored hair hangs behind the head, and the red lips reflect the brightness of the dress, which is particularly charming and seductive.

The headlights exposed the snow-white hemisphere without any scruples, and the black and white polka dot shawl had already faded, showing off its all kinds of styles.

Suddenly, a huge cheer came from behind, which instantly attracted the attention of countless media. Everyone's long spears and short cannons changed their directions in detail!

Sophie Marso glanced lightly and saw Isabel Ajani, who was loved by many people behind her.

He frowned first, then showed a faint smile.

Turning his hips, he walked over—

"Hi, long time no see--"

Just as Isabel Adjani showed her charm and became the only center of the scene, a subtle sound suddenly sounded next to her. When she looked up, she saw the la Bichi walking towards her at a glance.

"Hi Sophie~~~" A Jiani also smiled and she took the initiative to open her hands-

“Wow!!!”

Suddenly, Sophie Marceau screamed, and his feet staggered, and the strap on the left fell off directly - here comes!

It's here!

Sophie Marceau's daily red carpet straps off!

Swish!!!

In an instant, countless long spears and short cannons suddenly flashed their flashlights, and they aimed at Sophie Marceau like a machine gun.

Wu Xiaozu happened to stand in front of Sophie Marceau, and Duang Duang's surging surging was directly revealed in front of him.

Then, he felt a gust of fragrant wind, and Sophie Marceau deliberately hid in front of his chest, leaned against him, and quickly lifted the shoulder strap... Wu Xiaozu also gentlemanly helped him lift the shawl, and at the same time reached out to support the other party.

Wu Xiaozu's mind was full of lights for a moment.

"Thank you John~" Sophie Marceau smiled shyly at Wu Xiaozu, and his pure smile seemed very clean.

"Be careful." Ajiani closed her mouth and smiled.

"This skirt is so unfit." Sophie Marceau tied up her hair.

"Maybe you are too thin, so naturally the skirt I bought before was bigger." Ajiani's old canyon pianist said with a smile.

"Is it?" Sophie Marceau smiled purely, "Ajani, your skirt is so special, and only you can wear it to create this bright feeling."

The two of them smiled at you and me, showing very loving expressions.

"Masce, Ajiani, can you get closer?" At this time, a photographer shouted.

The two women were very lovingly wearing each other's shoulders, showing intimacy.

After the shooting was completed, Ajiani pulled Wu Xiaozu and turned around and left.

"Some bitches like to pretend to be innocent, pure, and shy. Only women can tell who is the real bitch." A Jiani, a real tea artist and a bitch master, whispered in Wu Xiaozu's ear, and after that, she smiled and looked in the other direction to take a photo.

Sure enough, there is a naked hatred between colleagues.

Obviously, this is a "character conflict" between the French goddesses, and it is obviously a matter of course to fight!
Chapter completed!