An Wen had no choice but to go into the bathroom to wash off the slime on her body. They were indeed easy to wash off, so she washed her body carefully, not even sparing the hair.
After making sure it was clean, An Wen looked at her skin, it was as white and smooth as a boiled egg. An Wen's original skin was already good enough, but she didn't expect it to improve by several degrees. There are really breakable skins in this world.
It is so delicate that it feels like it will break if you blow it or flick it.
An Wen put on another set of pajamas and walked in front of the mirror. An Wen's facial features didn't seem to have changed, but because of her skin, she became different.
Some people always say that good skin can improve the appearance value, which is true.
Looking at such a face, An Wen suddenly didn't want to use any cosmetics, for fear of hurting the delicate skin.
Then, An Wen dragged the quilt to wash away the sticky stuff with water. The sticky stuff didn't seep into the quilt and fell off as soon as she washed it.
It's just that the whole set of quilts on the bed are all wet, how can this be explained
Forget it, never mind.
It is important to appreciate beauty.
After An Wen ordered room service, she went to look in the mirror, and she couldn't extricate herself from it.
Song Jia received a courier here, opened it and was stunned. After realizing it, she went to An Wen's room.
An Wen opened the door with a mask still on her face.
"Sister Song, why are you here?" An Wen asked vaguely as she couldn't speak after wearing a mask.
The shooting of the promotional video was in the afternoon, and no announcement was arranged for her in the morning.
"Go in and talk." Song Jia said.
An Wen turned to let Song Jia in, then closed the door, patted on the mask and sat on the sofa.
Song Jia took out the invitation letter from her bag and put it in front of An Wen.
An Wen looked at the invitation letter on the table and said vaguely, "Open it."
Song Jia opened the invitation letter and went to An Wen to read it. It stated the time and place of Nalan Qing's birthday party, and An Wen's name was written in the inviter column.
This is an invitation letter to invite An Wen to Nalan Qing's birthday party.
An Wen remembered the call from Shu Kerou last night.
"Wenwen, do you know Nalan Qing?" Song Jia asked, and it was not surprising that An Wen knew Nalan Qing from her acquaintance.
An Wen shook her head, she tore off the mask, threw it into the trash can, slapped her face and said, "I don't know her."
"I don't know... Then why did Nalan Qing send you an invitation letter? Wenwen, could it be that your family background has been exposed?" Song Jia thought for a while, and felt that this was the most likely reason.
Song Jia has a wide network of contacts in the Imperial City, so she naturally knows that this is the number one socialite in the Imperial City. In the upper class social circle of the Imperial City, this Nalan Qing is at the top of the pyramid. Only the top celebrities and ladies in the Imperial City can receive her birthday banquet. invite.
An Wen was able to deliver the courier here in Guangdong City, so she must have taken care of it.
"I don't know, Sister Song, please help me refuse." An Wen said.
Song Jia was stunned when she heard what An Wen said.
It turns out that there really is such a woman in this world, and she can say it lightly when facing such a celebrity-gathered banquet.
No matter how many people sharpened their heads, they couldn't squeeze into this banquet.
Forget it, Wenwen's background is no worse than Nalan Qing's.
Song Jia is full of drama inside, but she still looks businesslike on the surface.
At this time, Song Jia's cell phone rang and she picked it up.
Opposite is a man's voice, Mandarin is very standard, and the voice is clear.
"Is that Miss Song? I'm Miss Nalan's butler. I believe you have received the invitation. Now we can talk about An Wen's appearance fee."