"Shen Enron!" Song Zicheng almost bit his teeth and spit out her name word by word.

Unable to hold the fire, he didn't open his mouth. He heard the understatement at the other end of the phone, "it's all right, I'll hang up."

"Doodle doodle..."

After a brief busy tone, the phone has been cut off again.

Shen, an, ran!

With a bang, song Zicheng angrily threw his mobile phone out, smashing the screen into slag.

Indeed, he knew that if she really went down the steps and found an excuse that she was bullied, he would only think that the woman was too fake and hypocritical.

But when he heard her throw a green hat directly in the tone of notice, he couldn't help rubbing and risking fire.

Then, he sped up his pace without saying a word and walked to the show from the backstage in person.

Song Zicheng didn't look for too long and stopped suddenly.

In the sight, under a bright light in the north of the show, the woman standing on her side is talking to people.

From time to time, flash lights fell on her. Her porcelain white skin seemed to be shrouded in a flickering halo.

The long skirt reaching the ground showed that she was tall and outstanding, and her smiling face, even if it was only a side face, was exquisite enough to be pleasing.

He stood aside, his eyes darkened, and his throat bones slid gently for a moment.

He always knew that she was beautiful. At the beginning, he approached her not only because she was Uncle Shen's favorite granddaughter, but also because he was really moved.

Unfortunately, she was too boring and indifferent. Later, she only knew that she was obedient and had no self. He really didn't like it.

And now, seeing her suddenly seemed to find a side he had never seen before.

It may be too exaggerated to say that he suddenly surprised himself, but it did arouse his interest.

"Mr. Song, Miss Shen is..." helped him find Shen Enron's staff a step late, but when he saw Shen Enron talking to a middle-aged man, he secretly thought, "do you want me to invite Miss Shen over? This seems to be the designer of M.K. before, Miss Shen seemed to talk to a director."

Song Zicheng wakes up. This woman does have a side he doesn't know. It's not the first time he's come here to hook up with a man.

She just pretended to be inviolable in front of him.

He stared at the V-shaped fork on Shen Enron's back. It seemed that he thought for a moment and slowly opened his mouth, "didn't a lot of reporters come this time? An hour later, find some reporters to find me in the No. 3 lounge backstage."

Looking for another man, trying to get rid of him?

She thought too simply.

He would like to see how she can be with others if the whole Victoria city knows that she is his woman, and how dare she go everywhere!

*

"Don't worry, uncle Lin, I'll take it for you!" Shen Enron smiled at Lin Duoduo who admired her skirt.

MK's soul designer is also a friend of her grandfather, who took her to meet him.

She didn't expect that the skirt MIA brought from her brother was caught by Uncle Lin.

Lin Duowei thought it was not safe. He immediately took out his business card and handed it to her. "This is my business card. You remember to give it to him!"

Before Shen Enron answered, his shoulder was suddenly hugged.

"Mr. Lin, long time no see." Song Zicheng took Shen Enron and restored his elegant childe's image, "what are you talking about with Enron?"

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