Qiao Mianmian walked up to her.

She stood and Song Fei sat.

Qiao Mianmian lowered her head and looked at her condescendingly.

Song Fei was originally unwilling to be outdone and looked at her, but for some reason, when Qiao Mianmian's cold gaze fell on her face, the gaze was like a sharp knife blade passing through her face, as if she would cut a deep hole in her face if she was not careful.

She couldn't help but feel a little scared of fear.

Even if she didn't want to show any timidity in front of Qiao Mianmian.

But her body's reaction was not allowed to do so.

Qiao Mianmian has been with Mo Yesi for a long time and has learned Mo Yesi's gaze that can put pressure on people without saying a word.

Even if you may only learn two or three points.

But using these two or three points to deal with ordinary people is enough.

At this moment.

Song Fei suppressed her aura so that she couldn't even say a word.

"Miss Song." Qiao Mianmian stared at Song Fei for a while, and until she saw sweat coming out of Song Fei's forehead, she said with a smile, "I just saw Miss Song staring at me, thinking about whether Miss Song had something to say to me, so she came over."

Song Fei: "…"

Is this Qiao Mianmian pretending to be stupid?

What can she and her say?

"If it's my fault, I'm sorry." Qiao Mianmian smiled again, her voice gentle, "I like to listen to Miss Song's songs, so I wish Miss Song can get what she wants tonight. The party is about to begin. I'll go find my place and chat back."

Song Fei: "…"

I'm afraid this Qiao Mianmian is not a fool?

I came over here to tell her this?

What does she mean?

After Qiao Mianmian finished speaking, under the shocked gaze of Song Fei and a group of people around her, she turned around with her skirt and went to find her place.

Song Fei: "…"

The artist watching the fun: "..."

I thought there would be a good show, but I would have to fight or something.

This is the result?

Not to mention Song Fei, even the artists watching operas around him don’t understand what Qiao Mianmian means.

Doesn’t Qiao Mianmian know what’s happening on Weibo?

Otherwise, how could she say hello to Song Fei so calmly and even wish Song Fei the prize?

Song Fei felt even more confused.

She also thought that Qiao Mianmian was here to fight her out.

She was even ready to fight.

Can result...

She frowned and looked at Qiao Mianmian in confusion and sat down in the first row. After thinking about it, she finally thought that Qiao Mianmian should have come to her to make peace.

Qiao Mianmian must be afraid.

After seeing the power of her fans, she didn't want to make things worse, so she came to please her, hoping that she could let her stop?

This is definitely the case.

Qiao Mianmian was just afraid.

Thinking of this, the trace of fear that Song Fei had just developed for Qiao Mianmian disappeared, replaced by her superiority and conceit that had once again expanded.

The corners of her lips curled up smugly.

Oh.

So what about the wife of the President of Mo?

Didn't he lower his head to her?

As soon as she swelled, she inevitably became arrogant again, and her mind was dazed again.

She picked up her mobile phone and chatted with several managers in her group: "You are going to buy the hot searches for Qiao Mianmian's high-end imitations now. I want everyone to know that what she is wearing tonight is fake."
Chapter completed!