I was spoiled by the boss

Chapter 849 Can control Paris Fashion Week
The designer's clothes were handed over to the organizer yesterday for safekeeping. Before the grand prize, promotional photos will be taken of all the works designed by designers who have passed the international competition.

Even if it didn't really enter the stage of the Fashion Week Awards, it was still a good work that passed the international competition.

Some designers who were eliminated but were arrogant simply left with their works that night.

Those who stayed behind naturally wanted to take publicity photos and use the name of the Fashion Week Awards to give themselves some fame, so that their long-term efforts would not be in vain.

The studio was very busy at the moment. Each designer had several professional models and two photographers. The organizer had already allocated their own studios to them.

As soon as Song Yu came in, she saw a lot of people gathered in the corridor. Everyone had not started working yet. They were chatting with their photographers and models and getting to know each other.

Seeing Song Yu come in, those people seemed to know her and waved to her.

"You are Song Yu, right? I heard that you are a new designer. You entered the international competition directly as soon as you entered the competition. You are an amazing person. So what? Let me use your photographer first. I want to take a very special group of photos. Two important photos are not enough, thank you."

The tone of this man's words was not friendly, but he looked at Song Yu provocatively.

When the designers next to her heard this, they seemed to be cooperating quite well and sneered.

"Isn't it? Isn't she amazing? Why did I hear that she was able to enter the international competition because of her family background? I heard that she was a mistress and cheated..."

"I heard about it too, and the principal wife came here to settle the score on the spot... Hey, the principal wife seems to be one of our models, right?"

Qin Ling stood behind Song Yu. When he heard these words, he became angry immediately and clenched his hands hard. "Have you said enough?"

Song Yu listened quietly, raised her hand to stop him, her lips curled up slightly, and there was no emotion or anger on her face, "So? Are you very interested in my affairs? Are you here to gossip or to work?" ?”

Seeing that she was alone and weak, several people quickly asked: "You...have you really done those things? Are you really that kind of person?"

"No? Then how did you get selected for the Fashion Week Awards? I mean...how could they choose someone like you? What is the background of your husband's family that can control Paris Fashion Week?"

Song Yu didn't say anything. She glanced at the group of people with cold eyes, then landed on Tao Yiwen and smiled coldly.

When this matter was first discussed on the Internet, it was deleted soon after. However, some people here actually don’t know much about the details, and there are even a few foreign designers who don’t know about it at all.

It seems that it is Tao Yiwen's good work again.

Tao Yiwen also happened to raise her head and meet her eyes, but she was slightly startled and startled.

Song Yu did not get angry at her, but looked at the female designer who had just spoken and smiled. The look in her eyes was dark and fierce, which made people feel numb.

She sneered: "Not only can I control Paris Fashion Week, but I can also control you. Do you want to try it?"

"You..." The woman was instantly frightened by this look and shrank back.

Tao Yiwen stood in the crowd, looking at Song Yu's domineering look, and couldn't help but snorted:
"Why are you pretending? I think you have divorced Mr. Sheng a long time ago, right? How could the Sheng family want you again?"

(End of this chapter)