"Where is our group's car model?" Joyce asked as she ate, "Why hasn't she come yet?"

“Yeah, oh, I'll call them and ask them to hurry up. It'll be too late for makeup.” Juanita finished her sandwich in three bites, took out her cell phone, and was just about to dial the number.

And right at that moment, they heard the sound of high heels, "Ta-da- da".

They all looked up toward the source of the sound.

They saw a flaming red sultry figure walking in, with an arrogant posture and an extremely low neckline, sexy and hot.

A typical Martha showup.

When she saw Martha, Juanita's expression collapsed, "Joyce, it's over, it's over. I can't believe I forgot something this important, Martha is the car model of the group, and she will certainly come today. It's over. She saw you."

Martha's provocative gaze with a straight face and a

Joyce had gotten a marriage license. How would she

with contempt, "It's true that a chicken is a chicken,

last time and known better than to fight with

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and smiled sweetly,

looked at Martha, most of them with envy and jealousy, as Martha was a top-notch model herself and her family was rich. It was the ceiling of

her face, “I'm sorry. We don’t have enough booths this year and there is no extra

sat down and tossed her clutch bag on the table, "It's so degrading to have me do

asked the makeup artist

best in the world.

want a thick makeup today. The more colors you use, the better.” Martha said with her

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