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Under the threat of Mao Weijin's eyes, Wang Chao reluctantly loosens the suit on Mao Weijin's body.

"Mao Weijin, the relationship between you and general manager Mo is really extraordinary!"

Forced to let go of his hands, Wang Chao went around Mao Weijin, touched his chin, looked at Mao Weijin with a look of shame on his face, and said, "do you know that moyou Xuan doesn't like other people touching his things. Don't tell me that he gave his clothes to women."

"Is it?"

Mao Weijin frowned and looked at Wang Chao, thinking that what he said was too exaggerated. After all, she had never felt that he didn't like her touching his things since she knew him!

However, this problem is not the key point in Mao Weijin's heart now. The point is that she and Wang Chaoyue will try to find a way to go backstage to see the staff of CY and see who has more doubts.

"Did the medical examiner say you were poisoned?" Asked Mao Weijin.

"I don't know about this. I knew that the forensic medicine had been investigating for a long time and didn't know what the poison was." Wang Chao Yue replied.

"That is to say, the forensic medicine is only sure that you are poisoned, and fatal, as for what poison has not been found out." Looking at Wang Chao, Mao Weijin said thoughtfully: "so, you are in a kind of, very uncommon, or very scarce poison."

This makes Mao Weijin subconsciously think of the death of moxiren, he is in a kind of rare corpse poison.

So, can Wang Chaoyue also be poisoned by corpse?

"Big show time is coming. I'll take you backstage and let you meet other people in CY studio." Wang Chaoyue said, can't wait to drift in a direction.

Mao Weijin observed the next four weeks, because the big show may be about to start, so now almost no one is walking around here.

Wang Chao followed Wang Chao around half a circle and finally arrived at the door of the backstage.

Although the door is closed, there are always people coming out and going in and out of here. They feel the atmosphere is tense and busy.

But the people who come in and out of here are basically some models or on-site staff, which may be really boring. For these unimportant people, as long as Wang surpasses his knowledge, he will introduce him to Mao Weijin.

Mao Weijin is standing in a relatively secret place, which can not only observe the direction of the backstage gate, but also is not easy to be found.

"Wang Chaoyue, ask you a question, after this big show, where do you think CY will go?" Mao Weijin leaned against the wall with her chest in her hands, looked sideways at the back door of the backstage, and asked Wang Chaoyue in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Wang Chao, who has been in a state of excitement, looked back at Mao Weijin and said inexplicably, "CY will certainly move towards a more brilliant direction after this big show! There is no doubt that this is because I have spent a lot of time and energy on the design of the clothing. Even every piece of clothing is my own material selection, cutting, personal design and accessories. I have a hunch that today's fashion show will be a great success

Wang Chaoyue said with great pride, and even at the end, he raised his head confidently.

"But have you ever thought about a question?" Mao Weijin looked at Wang Chaoyue with a dignified expression on her face. She was not infected by what he had just said.

"What's the problem?" Wang Chao asked.

"You're dead. What if this fashion show succeeds again?" Mao Weijin made no secret of the fact that Wang Chaochao did not want to face.

"You said to me before, you said that CY is yours and everything you have. CY recognized by customers is designed by yourself. Without you, there will be no CY! Is that right? "

"Of course, I am the soul of CY!" Wang said with great pride.

"But your soul is no longer there." Mao Weijin pierced the reality without leaving a little affection, "you said, without you, there would be no cy, and what the customers recognized was the clothes you designed."

"So, in that case, what's the point of the show?" Looking at Wang Chao Chao's eyes, Mao Weijin asked, "no matter how successful this show is, how much attention you have paid to the clothes you have designed, how they like them, and the styles customers can choose are those displayed on the stage. What about after that? Without the soul designer, will customers still buy it? Will you continue to come to CY to customize your own high set clothes? "

"Since the end is doomed, why do your apprentices and your assistants spend so much time and time consuming and consuming materials to carry on the fashion show?" Mao Weijin slightly fluttered her eyebrows and looked at Wang Chaochao and asked, "is it just to pay homage to you, a great fashion designer of your generation, who once had the soul of CY?"

Mao Weijin's question is sharp and realistic. Wang Chaochao is stunned and looks at Mao Weijin in silence.

"You mean..." Wang Chao looked at Mao Weijin and asked.

Mao Weijin shrugged his shoulders to Wang Chaochao, shook his head and said, "I don't mean anything. I just said the facts. As for the reason, it depends on how your apprentice and assistant think about it."As they were talking, suddenly the backstage door was pushed open again. Then a woman pulled a man out. They seemed to have something to discuss. After looking around, they went to a small corner.

"Your apprentice and assistant?" Mao Weijin looked at the two people over there and asked Wang Chaoyue.

"Yes." Wang Chao Yue replied.

I don't know if I was awakened by Mao Weijin's words just now. At this time, Wang Chaochao put away the proud and arrogant expression he always had before, and looked at the two people over there seriously and solemnly.

"Don't you want to hear what they're saying? As you are now, even standing in front of them, they can't see you. " Mao Weijin said, "one more thing I want to remind you is that after your death, whether it's Cy studio or CY fashion show, all of you have invited the master to decorate the border, and ghosts are not allowed to enter."

"Who do you think they are defending against?"

Mao Weijin asked, then the line of sight from those two people, turned to Wang Chao.

Wang Chao looked at Mao Weijin and pondered for a few seconds. He did not know what he was thinking. Then he turned around and floated to the direction of the two men.

Looking at Wang Chao's Floating past, Mao Weijin once again leaned against the wall with her chest in her hands. With her excellent hearing, she could clearly hear the conversation between the two people.

"Yan Nanfeng, what do you mean by what you just said backstage! What does it mean as like as two peas in Wang Chaoyue? Is it interesting for you to say that in front of so many people? " He Lingyue asked excitedly.

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