Toot—
The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and Song Qingyu took it out to see that it turned out to be Shen Qiaoyin's phone.
Does this bitch dare to call her
Song Qingyu suppressed the anger in his eyes and walked to the window to answer the phone.
"Sister Song, I didn't expect you to be released so soon. Mr. Lu is really not to blame for what happened today. If you want to blame it, please blame me. I seduce him..."
On the phone, Shen Qiaoyin's voice was pitiful, as if the person who was jailed and cheated was not Song Qingyu but her.
Song Qingyu sneered, what is this? Retreat as progress? She really thought she would be as soft-hearted as before
"Sister Song, I know you must hate me in your heart, because I not only caused you to go to jail and sleep with your boyfriend... but also caused you to sprain your ankle and never return to the runway."
Song Qingyu's eyes widened suddenly: "What did you say?!"
Shen Qiaoyin pretended to be puzzled: "Did Sister Song forget? Six years ago, you suddenly fell off the stage, causing the ligament of the right ankle to be permanently torn. In this life you can no longer wear high heels on the show... This is all I did. Yeah!"
Song Qingyu exploded with a buzz in his head.
"It turned out to be you..."
The blood rushed to the top of his head, Song Qingyu felt a chill coming from behind when Song Qingyu was extremely angry.
In the next second, she only felt a huge force pushing her back violently, pushing her down from the balcony window!
The body was falling rapidly, but there was a cold laugh from the phone.
"Sister Song, the way you fly is so beautiful, do you want me to record it for you, and you can turn it out when you are in hell and have a look when you are okay?"
Song Qing's words were so hateful that he could hardly split, and even forgot to be afraid of death, just wishing to cut Shen Qiaoyin thousands of times!
Kang Dang—
A loud noise came from above Lanfang Street.
Passersby on both sides hurriedly raised their heads, but saw a figure quickly falling from the advertising booth.
At the same time, a black Rolls Royce suddenly drove over from the intersection.
The driving was too fast. Although the driver saw the figure falling extremely fast, he didn't have time to brake at all. In the end, the figure knocked over when the figure fell, and then slid for another meter before stopping.
In an instant, the whole street fell into deathly silence.
A few seconds later, a man in uniform walked out of the cab, walked to Song Qingyu's body and checked it, got up and said to the person in the back seat of the car: "Sir, the man is dead."
The car window was rolled down a crack, and the people outside could not see the man's face clearly, but could vaguely see him lowering his head, as if looking at his watch.
Then, a cold and low voice came from inside: "You stay here to deal with it. If the family of the deceased makes trouble, call Ruan Zhengling."
The driver nodded respectfully and said: "Yes."
A few seconds later, Rolls-Royce restarted and walked away.
Although everyone around was talking about it, no one dared to stop it. Because just now when the man walked out of the back seat and changed to the cab, everyone could see the man's face clearly.
Mo Beiyan, the powerful business giant in Jiangcheng.
"Oh my god, such a fat person would dare to sign up for the model contest, is she thinking about it?"
"Also, what do you think she is wearing? Chicken feathers? It's almost laughable at me. For the first time, I saw someone wearing chicken feathers participating in a model contest!"
"Wait, why did she suddenly stop moving? Aren't she fainted?"
"Hey, wake up, the model contest is about to start!"
very noisy…
Song Qingyu opened his eyes vaguely, but saw a figure wearing strange clothes, shaking constantly in front of him, like a group of peacocks with open screens.
Song Qingyu stared at these people blankly, a little bit unable to turn his mind.
She clearly remembered that she was pushed down from the window on the eleventh floor. She should be dead, but where is this? Is she still alive
At this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of information that did not belong to her quickly flooded into her mind.
"Bai Qingyu, female, 16 years old, a high school student at Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, height 175, weight 175, influenced by the recent hit Korean drama "Supermodel Love", determined to become a model, and enrolled in 2017 with the encouragement of her family The New Face Model Contest... ”
Weighing 175 pounds still dare to participate in the model contest
Song Qingyu finally knew why those women just kept laughing around her.
What's even more exaggerated is that Bai Qingyu seems to not care about his weight at all. He was still eating potato chips before the competition, and then, by a coincidence, just now, he was choked to death by a potato chip!
Then, Song Qingyu, who was already dead, was reborn in this big fat man named Bai Qingyu inexplicably...
"Hey, fat man, are you okay?"
Suddenly, someone stabbed Song Qingyu in the arm.
Song Qingyu turned her head and saw a face with gorgeous makeup. It's a pity that this person's facial features are very light, and this kind of makeup is not suitable for her at all.
"Bai Qingyu."
The woman was startled: "What?"
Song Qingyu faintly repeated: "My name is Bai Qingyu."
Who knew that woman suddenly laughed: "So you are the white giant of Class J!"
Bai Qingyu does have such a title in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, so this woman in front of her is the same school as her
Song Qingyu asked, "Do I know you?"
The woman didn't understand Song Qing's words and didn't want to pay attention to her. Instead, she straightened her back and introduced herself proudly: "My name is Su Chenjin and I belong to Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, but I'm in Class A."
As soon as the woman's voice fell, there was a small discussion around her.
"Wow, they are actually from Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, so amazing!"
"It's really good to be admitted to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, but haven't you heard that the white giant is in Class J, which can be called amazing?"
"What do you mean? What happened to Class J?"
"Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has a total of ten AJ classes for each grade. Class A is the best, decreasing in order. As for Class J at the end of the crane, everyone knows that it is all based on relationships and stuffing money into it. Even poor students from other schools are inferior Yeah!"
"So that's the case, isn't Class A very good?"
"Of course, I heard people say that as long as you can stay in Class A, you will definitely be able to pass the college entrance examination!"
"Wow… "
There were enviable gasps and compliments around.
Su Chenjin was exuberant when she heard it, and her expression became more proud. Seeing Song Qingyu ignored her, she started a conversation with several other school girls.
Song Qingyu turned a deaf ear to the ridicule behind him, got up and walked directly to the bathroom.
There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom, and Song Qingyu carefully looked at the body from head to toe.
Compared to what others think, she cares more about whether this body is really suitable for modeling.