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The silence in the surroundings was terrifying. Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The amount of information they received was quite a bit too much.

The pause in those words was a bit abnormal. Moreover, what did he see that made Lan Xin so scared that she crashed into the door?

Zhao Xi was also startled: "The teak wood door in your President Mo's office also has a wooden beam?"

Mo Ziran's office was just short of a mirror, how could something like sawdust scratch her?

"…"

This was the main point!

Lan Xin's face became even uglier in front of everyone's eyes, and she stared at Zhao Xi in shock: "Don't be too proud yet! Even if you don't let me near the President Mo, you still won't be able to keep him for yourself.

"…"

When was she proud?

Yawning again, she rubbed her eyes to cheer herself up. When she raised her head, she looked at the staff member who was rooted to the spot in bewilderment, "It's time to start working. What are you doing standing there? You don't want to get off work normally? "

As if they had just awoken from a dream, everyone immediately began to work, and their voices were several times louder than usual.

Zhao Xi stood in the dark and watched the especially beautiful Gong Qi and Wen Ran under the flashing lights. She nodded her head in satisfaction.

Blonde Beauty …

Zhao Xi thought for a while, then drew a faint mark on the paper.

Whether it was the brand itself, or Mo Ziran or the news from Zhao Xi, it was enough for this press conference to become the biggest event that anyone could hope for.

Zhao Xi was wearing a long white dress, the ink from the mountain and water paintings making the dress look simple and elegant.

Behind her was a luxurious stage, even the glazed lamps on the walls were priceless.

Holding the microphone in one hand, Zhao Xi said with a clear and melodious voice, "I am very grateful to Mohist Group for allowing me to design the mampoz. When my studio had just been established, she gave me such trust."

Flashes continued unceasingly, all the reporters were recording Zhao Xi's words, saving their energy and waiting for a moment to ask a few more questions.

"…"

Zhao Xi moved her lips, but her mind was completely blank.

She could not find the contents of the speech.

Sara who was in the backstage realized that something was wrong with Zhao Xi at first glance. It should be Zhao Xi who was the one who was giving the lecture to her and was also the one who should not be here for such a long period of time.

"It's over, it's over. Sister Xi has forgotten her script!"

She muttered the Amitabha with a sad face, anxiously trying to remind Zhao Xi who was standing on stage. However, they had to accurately communicate with Zhao Xi from a distance, unless the two of them had telepathy.

Zhao Xi held onto the microphone tightly, her expression somewhat panicked and uneasy. Her gaze, however, seemed to have consciousness, as if she passed by all the reporters and guests below the stage, and landed on the man who was standing in the corner.

Beneath Mo Ziran's short black hair were his extremely handsome and perfect facial features. The expensive black suit made his tall stature look even sharper, and the silver-grey silk shirt made the lines on his neck seem even more noble and exquisite.

He was half hidden in the darkness, with one hand in his pocket and the ring on the ring finger of his other hand. His big hand was carefully designed, and his black eyes stared at the person on the stage with an invisible tension.

"When I was young, I had always thought that I could become an outstanding designer, but never would I have thought that even after I graduated from university, I had never taken any courses on design."

"So, I understand that realizing my dream is not about time, but about myself. Even if I don't have the best talent, I will work hard enough."

On the guest stand sat Anna who was dressed in a black evening gown, with her hair rolled up to look pretty, but it did not cover up the charm in her eyes. Anna smiled as she listened to what Zhao Xi said, and in her mind, she remembered the surprise when she first met this little girl.

Zhao Xi's first design did not have any technique to speak of. All of the sketches and drawings were very young and tender.

However, after just three months, Zhao Xi had become very knowledgeable about the styles of all the designers. She had new and unique insights into all the design concepts from the Middle Ages to the present, and she had emerged as a newcomer in the design world.

"My life isn't a smooth sailing, it can even be said to be ups and downs. I have a dream hidden in a music box, but I don't know if I can stand at that height anymore."

She stared blankly at the distant Mo Ziran, and their gazes intersected in the air, as though all of their past had whizzed past like the shadow of a lamp, and passed in the blink of an eye.

She retracted her gaze, her smile was calm, and her beautiful voice slowly narrated: "The Mampoz originated from a drawing of mine, my casual painting was stolen by someone who wanted it, when I was unaware, he turned this design into a contract paper and sent it to my studio."

The screen played the design style of the Mampo, which Zhao Xi had confirmed again and again. She could clearly describe all the information of the Mampo just by looking at the pictures on the screen.

Sara, at the back of the stage, heaved a long sigh of relief. The script for this impromptu performance was even better.

When Zhao Xi joined the Eli's competition, she was already quite popular. Although her news had been completely covered by her mistress and the news about Mo Ziran, this process was everyone's first impression of Zhao Xi. It was enough to cause a wave of nostalgia.

"Miss Zhao, you said that there was someone who meant what you just said. Can we understand that as President Mo?"

"You are wearing a ring, is it related to the President Mo?"

"President Mo has proposed to Miss Zhao?"

"The meaning behind 'my favorite thing in the world', is Miss Zhao responding to President Mo's confession?"

Finally, when it came to the questions, the reporters were already impatient to ask their question, but they did not have the sharpness that Zhao Xi had expected.

Whether it was because they were worried or because they were moved by Zhao Xi's words just now, Zhao Xi felt a little more at ease.

However, these questions were all revolved around her and Mo Ziran who did not show himself. This kind of one-sided questioning completely ignored the other people on the stage.

A reporter held a photo and pushed his way to the front, pointing to the contents of the photo and asked, "Miss Zhao, someone took a photo of President Mo's ring. We found out that the ring's design is the same as the Mamps logo, is this ring designed by Miss Zhao?"

Zhao Xi looked at the reporter in shock. Mo Ziran's close-combat photos were extremely difficult to come by, she never expected them to still be able to get Mo Ziran's ring.

The background of the photo was on the street. Mo Ziran had appeared on the street before when the female clothing advertisement was released, and at that time, there was not a single person by his side.

After a long period of training, reporters were very reliable. Even if they pressed shutter button in a hurry, they could still make sure that the photos they wanted were clear enough.

"The ring was indeed designed in the logo style of Mampoz."

Zhao Xi's clean and clear voice came out, causing the reporters to wait for Zhao Xi's explanation with shining eyes.

She had always felt that in a relationship, it was better for the guy to be more proactive. Although it wasn't to judge who was more willing to pay the price, the girl always wanted to be on the favoured side.

But now, she actually hoped to give her the chance to love Mo Ziran.

In their relationship, it had always been Mo Ziran being in an absolutely strong position, and it was almost as if he was a little stubborn, refusing to let go, stubbornly wanting to find hope in a future of despair.

Honestly speaking, Zhao Xi did not feel the pain of his wronged love. Mo Ziran had been very good to her, and had held his feelings in front of her from the very beginning. No matter what happened afterwards, Mo Ziran had never made her feel that she had lost his love.

Even if she wasn't a sensitive and suspicious person, it was really hard to give a woman full trust in her love.

"The ring on Mo Ziran's hand, is my design. The ring on my hand, was also given to me by Mo Ziran. He has indeed proposed to me."

Zhao Xi actually wanted to imitate Mo Ziran's domineering claim that it was she who put on the ring for Mo Ziran and that it was she who and Mo Ziran who proposed marriage.

However, Zhao Xi was very clear that if she really dared to say that, Mo Ziran would definitely let her know what it meant by heaven collapsing and earth shattering.

Zhao Xi's words caused an uproar in the media. All the reporters got excited: "Miss Zhao, do you mean that you are going to get married? Does President Mo agree with you admitting to this? "

"Miss Zhao, you are the first woman that the President Mo has recognized, and now that you have successfully cultivated it and even have a brand name of your own, do you think you are too lucky?"

"Why didn't Miss Zhao step forward to admit it together with you? When are you going to get married? "

The continuous bombardment by the media made Zhao Xi a little anxious. This press conference was simply too big, and the stage she was standing on was too far away from the reporters. All of the reporters had microphones in their hands, so compared to the sound of the speakers, her own voice was so soft that it could be ignored.

Zhao Xi tried the microphone again, but there was still no sound.

She stealthily looked towards Sara who was backstage and quietly pointed at the microphone, telling her to help her change it. However, Sara shook her hand, as if she didn't understand what she meant at all.

Song Yang, who was standing by the side, discovered Zhao Xi's predicament. He hurriedly stepped forward to exchange the microphone with Zhao Xi and gave him a grateful smile. When she opened her mouth again, he discovered that there was still no sound coming out from the microphone.

Zhao Xi anxiously checked the microphone, and saw that it was useless after switching it on and off a few times. Sara sighed helplessly at the side, didn't she just wave her hand and tell Zhao Xi that there was no need to try?

How could there be a sound when the microphone was turned off?

"Why isn't Miss Zhao saying anything? Is there something wrong? "

Seeing Zhao Xi's actions of testing the microphone, a sharp-eyed reporter asked curiously.

Zhao Xi immediately nodded, apologetically smiled at the reporter, and quickly walked down the stage: "Sara, help me change the microphone."

When Sara saw Zhao Xi coming over, she pulled her arm to stop her from leaving: "There's no need to change, it's useless to change a few more times. President Mo has given the order to turn off your microphone."

"… …." "Why?"

How had she provoked him?

Mo Ziran wasn't the least bit moved by what she had just said and had even pinched her microphone?

She was confessing! Could Mo Ziran give her a normal reaction?

The Bluetooth earpiece that Song Yang was wearing flickered with a blue light. He tried using the microphone, and after realizing that he could speak normally, he raised his voice and said, "My friends in the media, just now, there was a small episode. Our press conference will now continue, and our President Mo requests for a video chat with you.

Zhao Xi looked at Sara in shock and asked her doubtfully: "Mo Ziran wants to talk to them via video?"