Chapter 992: Gyro

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An Wen looked at the long journey and asked in disbelief: "Do I really owe so much debt?"
She thought it was almost over, but she didn't expect so much.
"I didn't tell you all before, but I was afraid that you couldn't stand it. There will be more later." Song Jiadao said.
An Wen felt that there was no hope in the future, she fell to the bed and remained motionless.
"You still have one night to make a gyro from tomorrow, and I will whip you and keep spinning."
Song Jia reported the itinerary and An Wen in detail in recent days before leaving.
An Wen lay in bed all the way, motionless.
She regretted that she had kept her business activities intact. She did not expect to accumulate to this point.
Whether she has time has nothing to do with filming. With more than 30 endorsements in her body, brands and business activities can keep her busy without any spare time.
No wonder Xia Jin hasn't talked to a girlfriend for so many years, and the top artists are too busy to fall in love at all.
An Wen sat up from the bed and startled Jiang Shiyu, who was helping her pack.
Sitting in front of the dressing table and putting his long hair behind his head, An Wen smiled with a beautiful face and pretended to say: "Who makes you so beautiful and so many people like it, these are the price ..."
Jiang Shiyu: "..." It's fine, I'm used to it.
An Wen is very busy. Recently, it is even more exhausting for clothes.
There is no choice between the clothes provided by the brand and their own clothes.
At this time, it is also the most tiring time for stylists and staff.
"Wenwen, you can't wear this dress." Song Jia rejected An Wen's proposal to wear her own clothes.
This body was sent by An Quan, Gao Ding, several million, and should be worn on the red carpet.
"Why not? I think it looks good before I reach my knees. It's pretty everyday." An Wen said with the white skirt.
"Is this okay? Just match these shoes." The stylist suggested.
"Don't you say that this is too fresh, and it doesn't match the theme?" An Wen puzzled.
Stylist: "..." No match is no match, but you like it, this one is better than the skirt that is not high-profile.
"It's okay, this skirt was designed separately by my brother looking for a designer. It hasn't been shown on the show, no one will find it." An Wen took the skirt in his hand and said.
Song Jia was silent for a while and finally changed her tongue.
"Okay, you should wear this one."
"Thank you Song." An Wen said sweetly.
My elder brother will pay attention to her news, if she sees her wearing this skirt in public, she will be very happy.
The fan meeting is only two hours away, and two-thirds of the people on the scene have arrived.
Fans took out the lights and support sticks. Grandpa Chu held a big "Xi" word and kept taking photos with Xu Tezhu and Chu Ma.
Dad Chu was unmoved on the surface, and then quietly entered the mirror.
"Dad, why do I think we have the least people standing here?" Chu Ma asked.
"The elderly are slow to grab tickets." Grandpa Chu said.
He would not admit the fact that the sunset red station has the least number of people.
An Wen has put on makeup in the background, because of the time she secretly nibbled the duck's palm and then applied lipstick.
Half an hour before the start, the seat was almost full, and Lanting's commercials were circulating on the screen.
Chu Ma has been waiting for so long but has not been impatient, and has a very good chat with the fans next to him.
An Wen couldn't hold back and secretly nibbled the duck wings.
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