Lottie and Fabian's very different answers made Connie on the sidelines curious.
I couldn't resist breaking a clove of orange from Lottie's hand.
"How come there are two different flavors of one orange, let me taste it."
Lottie had no problem with it and even put the rest of the oranges on the coffee table and asked Stella and Elijah, "Would you like to try some too?"
Elijah shook his head, Stella looked at Fabian, then at Lottie, and finally, unable to resist her curiosity, went over and pulled a clove of orange and put it in her mouth.
A few moments later, Stella and Connie reveal their pain masks together.
Stella spit the orange out, and Connie reluctantly swallowed it.
After eating, I couldn't help but drink water, while spitting out to Lottie: "How can you eat when it's so sour?"
Lottie was stunned, "Sour?"
Stella nodded her head frantically, "Sour, sour."
She hurriedly took a banana from the fruit tray, peeled it and ate it, which suppressed the sour taste in her mouth.
Lottie ate the only remaining clove of orange again, and the more she ate, the better it tasted.
"Oranges are not sour."
Connie's eyes widened, "Lottie, you don't think your tastebuds are pregnant, do you?"
Lottie: "......"
This time, although not much rest, and some not too well, but also not to this point, right?
I was about to retort when I heard a knock on the door.
York walked in: "The venue is ready and the press is here, shall we start the launch now?"
Lottie and Connie looked at each other and got up to straighten their clothes.
"Let's go."
Hotel lobby.
With the crystal glazed lamps hanging high, Lottie stood openly under the spotlight, accepting the inspection of countless cameras.
These days of busy panic, so Lottie did not have time to take into account the face injury.
But God is kind to her beauty, although no medicine is applied, the wound on her face has healed, the scar is scabbed and falls off, leaving only a shallow mark.
With a little retouching by the make-up artist, the mark resembles a peach petal, hanging below the eyelid, not detracting from her beauty but adding a touch of vividness to her.
As the imaginary "abandoned wife of the rich family", I wonder how many people are waiting to see her good show.
But Lottie has once again let everyone down.
Probably to hide the weary color of her face, today she put on a layer of light makeup, wearing a light yellow casual suit, less aggressive, take the literary and elegant style.
This way she still looks good, and lost soul is not to match.
Some journalists were indignant and wanted to poke at her wounds as soon as they opened their mouths.
"Ms. Green, what do you think about the Ralph cheating video that's been circulating widely online?"
"Since the accident, Ralph has not come forward to explain, whether it has broken the pot, whether you couple has long known each other. The previous love and decency is all for the sake of persona and gold?"
"Lottie, what are you going to do in response to the online revelation that you also have a young man in your pocket?"
"Are you two couples so promiscuous and have you been secretly pimping behind your backs, and are you doing this to your fans who trust you?"
A voice of cross-examination, aggressive, wrapped in boundless malice, towards Lottie.
People thought Lottie would be asked to get down, or simply annoyed, and then the scene would become even better.
However, Lottie still did not get what these people wanted.
Her gaze gently swept over the crowd of people in front of her who were persecuting, her eyelashes trembling slightly, a look of being bullied.
The front row of reporters had a mental shake.
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