He Juncheng walked to Ye Mufan’s side, lowered his voice and spoke in a regretful tone, “Hey, why do you think you are suffering? In the beginning, I went to invite you with good intentions, but you didn’t know any better ……”
Speaking here, He Juncheng paused, his eyes full of smugness, “Now if you want to beg me again, I’m afraid it won’t be that easy ……”
Ye Mufan is not in a hurry to leave at this moment, slightly raising an eyebrow, “Begging you?”
He Juncheng thought of the day he was tied up in the graveyard by Ye Mufan, and suddenly his face was full of gloom and dash, “If you kneel down and kowtow to me three times on the spot in front of everyone, I can consider it ……”
Ye Mufan was about to open his mouth to speak when his mobile phone rang, it was Ye ÒÒÒÒ calling.
Ye Mufan took a look at it and was immediately full of heart, and was not in the mood to dislike others, he hurriedly trotted to an unoccupied place to answer the phone ……
The crowd looked at Ye Mufan’s panicked expression and immediately mocked, “Since this man has been fired from Juxing, how did he get mixed in?”
“The young master is not good at anything else, but he is very good at speculation!”
“What about the security guards, how exactly do they work?”
He Juncheng looked good-natured, patted the other party’s shoulder and said, “Forget it, at least we are colleagues.”
“Director He, you’re still speaking up for him!”
Seeing that He Juncheng had relieved the situation, and that the fashion show was about to start, all of them were busy getting ready, so they didn’t pursue the matter further.
It’s a waste of time to argue with such trash ……
On stage, the host spoke with enthusiasm –
“Distinguished guests, thank you for coming, the 13th Annual Style Festival has officially begun ……”
In accordance with past practice, the highlight of the annual Fashion Gala, apart from the industry exchange, is that each famous stylist will exhibit their best work to date.
During the banquet under the stage, Shen Mengqi glanced at He Juncheng next to her, “Ye Mufan sneaked in tonight, so he couldn’t be looking for trouble?”
After all, the work that He Juncheng is exhibiting tonight is still Ye Mufan’s design, so how can Ye Mufan take it lying down?
He Juncheng smiled, his face full of fearlessness, snorted lightly and spoke mockingly, “Just by him? If he’s really stupid enough to seek his own death and come here to find trouble with me on this occasion today, then it’s just as well, I’ll make him never want to mix in this circle in his life!”
Shen Mengqi also felt that her worry was superfluous, and shrugged her shoulders without saying anything more, “I’m going backstage to get ready.”
“Go on, baby, you’ll be the most beautiful tonight!”
……
The music started and on stage, the famous and pinnacle pieces of various stylists were unveiled as models competed for the top spot, showcasing the fashion world in all its splendour.
In the middle of the front row, the Chairman of the Fashion a*sociation, Mu Wenqing, is sitting there, with Director Zheng to his right and the seat on his left empty.
At this moment, the over fifty-year-old Mu Wenqing was wearing a formal dress and was looking intently at the works of the crowd. After seeing Shen Mengqi on stage, a glint of amazement clearly crossed his eyes, “Not bad!”
Director Zheng at the side was busy echoing, “It’s not bad! Does Chairman Mu feel that this He Juncheng’s style is somewhat similar to our Vice Chairman’s in certain aspects?”
