Chapter 525

The car drove directly all the way to the venue of the bonfire party, and as soon as the door was opened, a smell spread.

I saw several women in ethnic minority skirts get off the car in turn. Yan is fat and thin, each with style.

Ling Hao blinked and recognized that the most beautiful one was South Vietnam.

As for the others, I dare not recognize them at all, as if they were all one person.

He still thought about it. Zheng Yaosheng directly asked, "South Vietnam, who are these? "Please dance with me?"

"It's me!" One of the women made a noise, which was Jin Xuewei's voice, "is it so difficult to recognize?"

Jin Xuewei took two steps to show her completely different figure from the other two women.

I was surprised to see several people, and it wasn't the kind of surprise she was amazed at. I really didn't expect it to be her kind of accident.

Zheng Yaosheng also looked at her up and down, and then determined: "your makeup is amazing. It completely turns you into another person."

Just after he finished, the other two women also spoke. They were very familiar and not very proficient in Mandarin.

"South Vietnam made it for us. Can't you recognize it?"

"Yes, South Vietnam is great."

These two words shocked several people and completely recognized who they were.

Isn't this the aunt in her fifties of the two families they borrowed?

Standing with Jin Xuewei in the same dress, there is no sense of conflict. If you look at her body more, you will find that she will be a little stronger.

Ling Hao immediately said proudly, "sister Nan's makeup technology is superb. I have saved many beautiful photos of her activities. She made her own makeup. Let me show you?"

Zheng Yaosheng immediately gathered together, and the two aunts followed him. Jiang YanXu couldn't squeeze in, so he had to stand behind Ling Hao with his height.

Looking at them, no one wants to pay attention to her, let alone praise her. Jin Xuewei clenched her lips, looked at Sheng Jingheng and the two of South Vietnam who silently came together, looked at the location of the camera, and had to go up to see Ling Hao's mobile phone.

"Mr. Sheng, do you want to sing tonight?"

Sheng Jingheng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her snow-white hand wearing a pile of Jingling trinkets. Suddenly, he thought of an idiom - skin white is better than snow.

He silently turned away his eyes and said, "I want to sing a folk song."

Nanyue raised his hand, dialed the small bead blocking his sight in front of his forehead, looked at him and said with a smile, "then I can dance with you."

Looking at her like this, Sheng Jingheng felt a little dry mouth. After whispering a good word, he asked, "I'll get the water. Do you want it?"

Nanyue nodded: "yes, I didn't drink water all the way back. No, there should still be oranges last time. I want to eat!"

As they spoke, they left several people watching their mobile phones and went to get mineral water and oranges.

Soon, it was completely dark, the bonfire in the middle of the venue burned, and the villagers sat down.

Ling Hao finished showing the beautiful photos of South Vietnam in his mobile phone. Seeing that several people were looking for seats, he subconsciously looked for the figure of South Vietnam.

Turning his head, he saw Nanyue and Sheng Jingheng sitting on the side where they were eating. One was peeling oranges and the other was eating oranges. It was very harmonious.

He walked over and said, "I want it too."

"Peel it yourself." Nanyue took an orange and threw it to him.

Sheng Jingheng naturally didn't even look at him. He peeled off the orange in his hand, handed the meat belt to Nanyue, and then drank half a bottle of water.

Ling Hao blinked, but did not dare to ask, is the orange not delicious? Or is mineral water too good to drink?