Chapter 47 It’s Your Own Fault.

Someone felt cold in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat: "Not Chu? Are you planning to follow the boss's surname Tang?"

"Nangong Mu, we have a long way to go." Chu Wuyou suddenly laughed, and the laughter made people's hair stand on end even through the phone line.

"Wouyou, I was wrong, I was wrong, can you forgive me this time? Can you give me a chance to change my ways? Can you..." Someone on the other end of the phone was scared, but Chu Wuyou He hung up the phone before he could finish his words.

She shouldn't have asked Nangong Mu to design a dress for her in the first place to save trouble, but she didn't expect that Nangong Mu would dare to plot against her.

"It's miserable, I'm miserable, I think I should hide for a few months, otherwise I don't know how I will die by then." After hanging up the phone, Nangong Mu's expression changed, and Chu Wuyou started to make plans People can definitely make life worse than death, and they can definitely be more terrifying than the boss.

"You deserve it. You will not live for your own misfortune." Song Yun looked gloating.

"I just can't stand that Chu Ning'er bullying Wuyou, and I want Wuyou to completely crush that disgusting woman at this banquet."

"Bullying Wuyou? Is she worthy of Chu Ning'er? You take her too seriously." Song Yun smiled, with a hint of chill in the mockery.

The banquet was about to start, and it would definitely be too late to prepare the dress. Chu Wuyou could only put on the dress that Nangong Mu had sent over.

In fact, the dress is not revealing, but the design of every part perfectly outlines her alluring and sinfully good figure.

The clever design perfectly outlines the curves of her chest, making her attractive plumpness even more proud.

The lightly exposed shoulders and back are as white as snow, smooth as jade, and perfect with no flaws to be found.

The deliberate design perfectly showcased her straight, slender and impeccably long legs, and her slender waist looked as if it were boneless.

The person in the mirror at this moment is elegant, bright, delicate and subtle, just like a flower fairy accidentally left in the world. It is full of charm and ultimate temptation, but it also has a kind of tranquility and purity that cannot be blasphemed.

I have to say that Nangong Mu put a lot of thought into this dress.

Chu Wuyou still retained the freckles on her face, her face and eyes were cleverly processed as usual, and she still wore her pair of thick and old-fashioned glasses.

However, Chu Wuyou found that because the clothes were so eye-catching, the disguise on his face could easily be ignored.

Nangong Mu, you are so cruel!

"Wuyou, are you okay?" Mr. Chu's voice sounded outside the door. Mr. Chu did not push the door in, or even knock on the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

"Okay." Chu Wuyou secretly exhaled. The banquet was about to start, and she had no time to change anything.

"Wouyou?!" Mr. Chu was stunned when he saw Chu Wuyou coming out, his eyes flashed a few times subconsciously, as if he didn't believe what he saw.

"Wouyou, did you order this dress yourself?" Mr. Chu, after all, is a man who has been in the shopping mall for a long time. He quickly recovered and praised unabashedly: "Wouyou has such a good taste, this dress is so suitable."

"Let's go, grandpa will take you to the hall." Mr. Chu smiled with relief and pride on his face. He found that Wuyou had really grown up.

When Mr. Chu led Chu Wuyou into the hall, almost everyone looked over and fell on Chu Wuyou.