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"Mengbao online" + 6000 words + 278-280 + 4.30

"tell me about you, how did you get the model's clothes dirty?"

Not far away a voice very sharp wear over, Wen Shuyue looked back.

The middle-aged man in black formal dress is Uncle Zhang, who is also Wen Shuyue's trusted subordinate.

Uncle Zhang seems very angry. He is holding a folder in his hand and criticizing the little girl in front of him.

Little girl tears are out, with crying cavity, busy apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

This scene has been seen by many people, and many people are pointing at it.

Wen Shuyue went over to find out. After all, she was afraid that she would let Uncle Zhang reprimand each other again. It was estimated that she would not have to watch the fashion show for a while.

Uncle Zhang hasn't seen Wen Shuyue yet. He still looks like an old man, telling the little girl, "as an intern, you can't even do this little thing well. I think you'd better go away!"

Wen Shuyue, who had already reached the man, opened his mouth and asked, "what's the matter?"

Zhang Shuyi saw that it was her and replied: "Miss Wen, this little girl has destroyed her ready dress. It's full of stains. It seems that she can't use it."

Uncle Zhang points to the position at the bottom of the wall next to the little girl. The little girl dare not look up at them. Wen Shuyue still sympathizes with the little girl.

Instead of directly blaming others, she asked Uncle Zhang, "is there any backup?"

Uncle Zhang thought about it and bit it down. "Yes, but fashion is about to start. I don't know if it's too late."

Wen Shuyue looked at the intern with her head buried and crying. She thought it was impossible to do another one now. She looked at Uncle Zhang and said, "try it."

Uncle Zhang flattered with a smile, nodded and bowed to reply: "OK, I'll find someone to take it now."

After Uncle Zhang left, Wen Shuyue took a tissue from her pocket and handed it to the intern.

Seeing her warm-hearted behavior, the intern said, "thank you, Miss Wen! Thank you

Wen Shuyue mouth slightly Yang, comfort tone, "it doesn't matter, later careful, I used to be so flustered."

She comforted the little sister in front of her like a big sister. Before, who had just come into contact with this industry had never suffered a loss? Even she is the same.

Interns get Jun a word, like a baby, eyes shine, "good! I will try my best

After watching the intern leave, Wen Shuyue sighed. It's not easy for young people now. However, it's very painful to think about the stained glass skirt.

"You look like a good man." The sudden sound, cut the calm in the heart.

Wen Shuyue sweated and turned to look at he Siming who loosened his tie. She sniffed: "good man?"

When was she a bad person.

"I've heard a lot about you recently. Guess what they say." He Siming gave an unfriendly smile.

"I'm lazy. I'm too lazy to guess." Wen Shuyue knew that the comer was not good. He really came to find fault.

He Siming looked at his gentle and comfortable, he told her with his elder's experience, "you are too straight, so it's easy to offend people."

Offending people? Wen Shuyue immediately turned her head, very ungrateful, "I offend people, it is not he Zong you offend."

What does it have to do with her offending others?

He Siming saw some dust on her shoulder. He raised his hand and swept it. A woman hit her. He Siming walked away from her and said contemptuously, "after all, it's a woman I know. I don't want to collect your corpse at any time. You'd better take care of yourself and don't mess with men outside."

"Manager he really has a lot of money." Looking at sb's back, Wen Shu Yue make complaints about it.

She had never seen such a meddler.

"No, Miss Wen, go backstage and have a look!" It's another voice that makes people afraid.

When Zhang Shu came to newspaper, he didn't have a good word.

Looking at him sweating ran over, Wen Shuyue hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

Uncle Zhang didn't say much, so he took her backstage. When he got to the crowd, he pointed to the American woman lying on the ground covering her stomach and told Wen Shuyue, "this is model nidy. She suddenly has a stomachache and is about to appear. What should we do?"

Wen Shuyue squatted down and examined nidi in front of her. She calmly raised her head and said to Uncle Zhang, "don't worry. Go and ask the doctor to come and have a look."

"Good!" Uncle Zhang ran away in a hurry.

Soon, Uncle Zhang came back with someone shouting, "Miss Wen, the doctor is here."

Everyone immediately dispersed, and the doctor examined nidy with a stethoscope.

Wen Shuyue, standing behind the doctor, asked with great concern, "what's the situation?"The doctor shook his head and took off the stethoscope. "I don't think it will be OK for a while."

"Then we..."

"Forget it, I'll do it!"

Before Uncle Zhang finished, Wen Shuyue immediately gave the order.

"Are you sure, Miss Wen?" Uncle Zhang didn't believe it, because Miss Wen didn't like to appear in public.

Wen Shuyue nodded and said in a positive tone: "well, I can't help it. I'm about the same size as nidy. Let's go change."

Uncle Zhang saw that a wave of model shows had come back. He immediately informed the staff nearby: "what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you help people up and get dressed? "

……

In the audience, he Siming sat in the front and middle of the room. The annoying Mr. Liu next to him patted him on the shoulder like a child and said, "it's not easy for Mr. He to be interested in coming to the theatre."

"Yes." He Siming has a cold face like someone owes him money.

Mr. Liu felt that this way of collusion seemed to have failed, so he changed it and asked, "how does Mr. he feel about the fashion show this time?"

"Make do." He said casually.

In the face of his indifference, Mr. Liu still did not give up, still smilingly, "Mr. He is really straightforward, admirable, but, like my eyes, this fashion show is really very common."

"Who is that?" Voice from the other side of the auditorium.

A reporter replied, "I haven't seen this model, but I'm familiar with it."

The two people here also looked over there. General manager Liu squinted and saw the model's real face clearly. "Isn't that Miss Wen? Is this for her own sake? "

"It seems that this fashion show is still a little interesting." He Siming raised his lips, and his eyes always fell on the woman on the stage who could walk out of a different style with bare arms and legs.

When he Siming saw this, he had to say that the woman really had two brushes, which could be regarded as propping up the ordinary scene.

After the fashion show, the spotlight on the stage was concentrated in one place. Wen Shuyue came from the dark backstage with a microphone, like a fairy, and presented herself to everyone.

She took a deep breath, sweet smile on her face, very gentle speech: "thank you for participating in this fashion show, thank you again!"

She bowed deeply. At this time, there was a round of applause. She went on to say, "the company has arranged a reception for you. It's in the central garden. I hope you'll enjoy it."

People gradually scattered, Wen Shuyue also walked off the stage, he Siming came to her position.

At this time, a small number of reporters came and surrounded them. Instead of avoiding them, Wen Shuyue cooperated with the reporters. She was used to the life surrounded by microphones and cameras.

A female reporter with glasses pointed the microphone in front of Wen Shuyue. Her words were very fast and clear. It was obvious that she was an old hand. "Can miss Wen interview you and Mr. He?"

"Yes." He Siming nodded and agreed.

He never avoids anything.

"Yes." Seeing that he agreed, Wen Shuyue naturally had to agree. A big boss of other people agreed so wrongly. How dare she, a small subordinate, not follow.

The reporter pointed the microphone at the other side and asked, "as the organizer of this fashion show, is Mr. He satisfied with this fashion show?"

She said that reporters from other companies nearby were also asking questions and taking notes.

He Siming looked at the people next to him and replied, "I thought this fashion show might be worse than the bottom line I estimated, but it broke through unexpectedly."

For his evaluation, Wen Shuyue, who was buried in the past, raised his head. Is he disdaining her or praising her?

"Breakthrough?" The reporter and Wen Shuyue were also puzzled, "which is satisfied or dissatisfied?"

"Make do." He Siming is plain.

These two words, however, scared Wen Shuyue so much that he thought he had a conscience to say something like that.

"I look satisfied." The reporter admired the big boss and did not follow the routine.

Another female reporter with popcorn head crowded over and asked dryly: "recently there has been a rumor about you two. We are all concerned about whether it's true. I don't know whether they have really gone through the dark?"

It's another thunder point. Wen Shuyue doesn't dare to look up. She really doesn't know how to answer this question. In fact, she wants to explain that she doesn't, but she doesn't seem to know how to say it.

"Hide behind the scenes," he said word by word, smiling reluctantly. "This word is well used. Wen Shuyue and I are only cooperative. Apart from cooperation, there is no mutual involvement in other private lives."

After all, a cold-blooded, black bellied man like he Siming is more frightening when he smiles than when he has no expression on his face.At this time, the reporter noticed the people beside him, "Miss Wen looks very ugly. Do you disagree with Mr. He's statement?"

Wen Shuyue's embarrassed face was already seen through by some people.

She didn't know why there was some imbalance in her heart after he Siming said those words.

"No, no, I'm just a little tired. Excuse me first." She was a little dazed and then left the crowd.

She seems to be really absent-minded. He Siming looks at her from a distance and doesn't catch up with her. After paying more attention to her figure, he returns to the new topic mentioned by the reporter.

Just out of the door, Wen Shuyue's phone rang. As soon as she received it, there was a sound of eating melon seeds on the opposite side, "where are you?"

It's Chang Ning, an old friend. Besides her, no one will ignore her image when calling.

Wen Shuyue turned to have a look. There was no one behind her. She answered with some loss: "in the meeting hall."

"Well, you're at the door. I'll find you now." After that, only a beep could be heard on the phone.

Wen Shuyue's eyebrows lowered. She stood alone at the door.

It was 20 minutes later when Changning came. When she arrived, she saw Wen Shuyue sitting on the flower stand. She collected her lively little movements.

"What's the matter?" She went over, stood in front of Wen Shuyue and asked, "why do you hide outside alone? Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'll clean it up. "

"No," she just left, Wen Shuyue took her hand, Wen Shuyue shook her head, told her not to mess, "I'm just in a bad mood."

"In a bad mood?" Changning sat beside Wen Shuyue and began to guess, "it seems that there is nothing worthy of your bad mood. It seems that this is a flood of peach blossom, which makes people worried. I don't know how to choose, right?"

With that, Changning began to frolic

"me!" Wen Shuyue almost choked by their words, she quickly denied: "no, I'm just a little depressed."

Wen Shuyue angrily gets up and goes to the gate

Changning gets up and follows him, making a fuss behind him: "Hello! You wait for me. The car is outside. I don't know how you chose this place. I don't even have a choice of parking space. I can only park outside. "

In the bar, Chang Ning sat on the stool beside her, looking at the red face of Wen Shuyue. Seeing that she was drinking with a bottle, she was worried, "don't drink!"

Changning's words seemed to be unheard of at all. Wen Shuyue took care of herself.

Wen Shuyue shakes her head, pouts her lips, and looks like a child, "if I don't drink, what else can I do?"

She was shaking with a wine bottle. Changning was afraid that she would smash it, so she held her hand tightly. However, she didn't smash her, but smashed herself.

Changning immediately snatched the bottle from her hand, patted the table and sobered her up, "then you have to tell me why you drink the bar, otherwise I have to worry about you."

Wen Shuyue opened another bottle of wine, and then told her that she was drunk. "I'm just happy. Today's fashion show was a success."

"Drink when you are happy. Women are so frivolous now." Changning's eyes were scornful.

Wen Shuyue stopped her action and was stunned. "I'm lovelorn. It's not lovelorn."

"That's it?" Changning worried eyebrows, she thought it was a big deal, however, to see Wen Shuyue so sad, she can only sacrifice her life to accompany a gentleman, "OK, OK, I'll accompany you."

Looking at her drinking muggy wine, she, a good friend of the people, is also very distressed for her old man. Changning also took a glass of wine, poured a glass of wine for herself, drank it all in one gulp, accompanied by Wen Shuyue.

"Come on, let's go on drinking. We won't come back if we don't get drunk!" Chang Ning, with a red face and a loud voice, didn't want to match his appearance. He scared the men and women who were drinking around him. They were all surprised to stare at this pair of beautiful women who were beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Wen Shuyue drinks one cup after another, unlike Changning, who just yells and doesn't drink. It's all because she's depressed. She doesn't care whether Changning drinks real or fake, she drinks one cup after another.

Chang Ning watched Wen Shuyue pour wine into her mouth. She was stunned for a moment. Then she quickly pressed her hand to hold the glass. She said, "I say Shuyue, you can't do it. If you have something to say, you don't have to use alcohol to paralyze yourself."

Wen Shuyue would not listen. He pushed aside Changning's hand and continued to pour.

Her depressing plot for several days in a row is all over the wine. What's wrong with her? On the one hand, she's her mother who she can't understand, on the other hand, she's the one who hasn't found out the truth. On the other hand, he Siming, who is the most troublesome and the one who makes her feel more than she can do.

Thinking of he Siming, Wen Shuyue was more depressed than before. What on earth did she do to make him say that in front of the reporter, regardless of his feelings? Maybe for himself, he was just playing? Because I don't have much excellence in myself.The wine bottles were emptied one by one, and Changning sighed in his heart: "lovelorn" women are not really boastful. Well, in this case, I can only sacrifice my life to accompany women.

After thinking about it, Chang Ning, holding a glass in his hand, was ready to drink with Wen Shuyue. He was in the dark.

"Hum --" the phone vibrated untimely. Changning picked it up without looking at the phone number on the screen. "Hey, who? Don't disturb me drinking."

After a long time, Chang Ning hung up. Seeing that Wen Shuyue, who had already drunk almost as much, was entangled in her heart. Someone was looking for her, so she had to go, so she had to take this oil bottle with her.

"Shuyue, don't drink here. My sister will take you to another place." Changning grabs Wen Shuyue's slender white arm and stares at her confused face.

"No, I'll drink here Don't pull me, give me wine, I want wine... " Wen Shuyue murmured unhappily and patted Changning's scallion white hand with his other hand mercilessly.

Changning pulled back her hand, and she patted her face mercilessly. She said angrily, "sister, take you now. If you don't go, don't blame me for not taking care of you."

“……” The answer to her is the scene of Wen Shuyue holding up her glass and drinking.

Beauty is in trouble, Chang Ning sighs. Then he gets up, shakes himself with his mobile phone, which makes women envy him, and makes men's little waist dizzy.

Next to him, there was no one who was chirping. Wen Shuyue was more attentive and focused. He was intoxicated with the fragrance of the wine and only wanted to live and die.

Until closing, the store manager began to drive people out.

"This lady..." Looking at the magnificent scene of wine bottles piled up in front of the store manager, he was both happy and melancholy. Happily, he made a lot of money, but melancholy, who can carry this God now?

The store manager decided to continue: "Miss, our store is closed. Do you think you should check out and go home to sleep?" The corner of the store manager's mouth rose 45 degrees and said gently as possible.

Wen Shuyue, who had been drinking mud, only heard a small buzz of flies. She waved impatiently, "go away, nasty flies." Then he took an empty glass to his mouth.

The store manager took a puff at the corner of his mouth and found a gentle mobile phone with sharp eyes. As soon as his eyes lit up, he called the first contact of "God" no matter what happened.

"Hello..." When the store manager said a word, she felt a chill coming from the other end of the phone, which made her shiver. She sped up her speaking speed.

"Hello, sir. There is a lady in our shop. This is her mobile phone. You are her first contact, so no matter what the relationship is, can you come to meet this lady?"

After that, the store manager felt even colder and waited for the other party's reply. Just when she thought that the phone had been hung up, the man replied coldly, "well."

Within half a quarter of an hour, the store manager saw the powerful man on the phone, handsome, cold, tall and shy.

"How do you do, Mr. hesmin? The lady is... " The store manager didn't finish his words. He watched the man enter the door, hold people, go out, and get on the car.

"Hateful fly, why are you back? I hate it..." Wen Shuyue felt itchy at his waist, thought that the fly had come back, and slapped him with his backhand.

"Pa -" clear and loud, he Siming's face became darker. Why didn't he know that this woman was so noisy?

When Wen Shuyue is settled, he Siming looks at her quietly. She looks complicated and smart. Why is she so confused when it comes to her own affairs?

Car driving in the city of lights, the shadow of the trees one by one become rewind, not be nostalgic.

"Si Ming." He Siming, who is changing his shoes at the entrance, hears the soft voice of Wen Shuyue. He sighs in his heart and caresses her delicate red face.

Delicate eyebrows gently tangled together, because of drinking soft mouth become red, better than others painted lipstick lips, her weak breath sound like an invitation.

He Siming approaches slowly. Suddenly, Wen Shuyue's face is in pain. He Siming's face, which has just turned from cloudy to sunny, is covered with dark clouds. He quickly opens up the distance between himself and Wen Shuyue, but Or inevitable vomiting.

"Damned woman." He Siming scolded in a low voice and took Wen Shuyue into the bathroom. Then he threw her aside and took a shower by himself.

Wen Shuyue stands up against the wall in a daze and vomits wildly with the washing table.

"He Siming, you son of a bitch!" Wen Shuyue vomit almost, wake up a little bit, the spirit will come, she wobbly looking for he Siming's figure, walking while scolding, she today to blame him.

When she opens the bathroom door, the foggy bathroom makes Wen Shuyue feel even more drowsy. As soon as she slips, she wants to fall back. At the moment of crisis, he Siming reaches for her, pulls her in with herself and closes the door.

Touching the familiar chest, Wen Shuyue was excited. She stabbed he Siming's chest muscle fiercely and said, "you are too much. Can't you think more about the girl's mind? I'm all like that, and you still don't take the initiative to coax me... " Said she also curled her lips, a very aggrieved look.Has he Siming made his own mistake in picking eyebrows?

Wen Shuyue, who didn't know his own situation, criticized in a certain way: "you don't reflect on yourself, why do you always make me angry?"