One after another, a bitter and harsh comment, let Li Xiner, who is hanging in the hot spot, become a joke in the fashion circle.
Fans and passers-by are also rumored to forward the microblogging of fashion circles.
[Or my micro-sun beauty! ]
[The most beautiful, I don't accept any rebuttal! ]
[This photo is bright! ]
[The hot first person, I feel that my face will be swollen tonight. ]
[The fashion and **** that I boasted out, and the fashion chosen by the fashion circle, is it comparable? ]
[Hot first, what is your own value? ]
[The same frame is **** by the second. ]
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Li Xiner’s agent rushed to Qiao Lin and asked, “Where did she come to the red carpet?”
I thought that the dress she had rushed to find would be unsuccessful. It turned out to be the **** Muse Gaoding.
"Our time art culture is not too poor, even a dress can not afford to wear." Qiao Lin smiled coldly.
"You...you just said that you can't come this year, come back next year, you..."
Li Xiner's agent, trembled with anger.
If she knew that she had gone to the red carpet at that time, the public relations would not bring Li Xiner to the heat in advance, and today it would not be so unstoppable.
Originally the film festival was to let her get some film resources and fashion resources.
Now that it’s a joke in the fashion circle, Li Xiner is afraid that there will be no fashion resources in recent years.
"Have I said that?" Jolin raised an eyebrow.
Since you want to hit your face, do you still tell you in advance.
I want to smash his artist and see if he has the ability?
Of course, there are such results that are beyond his expectations, simply because his artists are so beautiful tonight that they cannot be refuted.