Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

"I'll pick you up tonight and we'll go to fashion week together."

Xing Rushi shook his head and said, "no, I have promised Xie Mufan to be his female companion."

Li Muran looked at her, also did not say anything, saw her into the company after turning the car to one side.

The reason why he didn't raise any objection was that he knew that Xie Mufan might not have the opportunity to attend the fashion week.

Recently, there are rumors that Bronte arrived in New York secretly. According to Li Muran's understanding, Xie Mufan and his father do not seem to have a good relationship.

In addition, these days, the whereabouts of the master of design has become a mystery, which must have something to do with his father.

Li Muran's assertion has obviously become an established reality. Xing Rushi didn't contact Xie Mufan after work in the company, and even Kevin disappeared.

After all, her dream of going to New York is fading every week.

Youyou sighed. The mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly and made a buzzing sound. After a look, it was Li Muran's phone.

"Hello, it's me. What's the matter?"

He leaned against the car and looked at the building in front of him. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if in a good mood.

"Come down. I'm downstairs in your company. It happens that my female partner can't attend. I hope you can come with me."

Suddenly, the two eyes of Xing Ruguang have to admit that the temptation is a big beat.

Hesitated for a moment, received the line to Xie Mufan made a phone call, got no answer after this just went downstairs.

Because of attending the opening ceremony of fashion week, Li Muran's well-cut black suit is extremely decent.

"Let's go."

Seeing Xing Rushi coming, he opened the door and motioned for her to sit up. She glanced at him and was slightly surprised at the absence of Leng Qingyu.

He saw what she was thinking and explained aloud.

"There's something going on in China that she needs to deal with."

Xing Rushi Oh, no longer speak, Li Muran fasten her seat belt, just drive away.

Two hours before the opening ceremony, they simply ate something and prepared for it.

The fashion week was held in Bryan Park in Manhattan. The two arrived at their destination at 7:30 p.m.

There was already a special person waiting at the door. Li Muran handed the invitation to him. The man nodded to them and let them go in.

There is still a distance from the door to the venue. There are champagne roses on both sides, which are more and more charming under the light.

Because Xing Rushi needed to show her clothes, she was led to the backstage by the staff and sat in front of the No. 20 table.

At this time, she had time to look around. The room was very luxurious. There was not only a place for rest, but also a place to eat.

In addition to the fact that everyone has a designer outside, the jewelry they wear is priceless.

After a brief preparation, I heard the voice of the host outside. After about ten minutes, I heard someone calling his name.

I adjusted my skirt and took a deep breath. I was about to show up, but I saw Li Muran and the host come together. When I saw Xing Rushi, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Li Muran smiles at her and doesn't speak. He just pulls her arm in his arm and walks slowly to the T platform.

The scene of fashion week is even more prosperous. The T-stage is located in the center of the hall, on which pure white wool carpet is laid, and the touch is very soft.

About 100 meters on both sides of the T platform, there are large screens of the same length as the T platform, which can clearly see every detail of the two people.

In the middle, there are rows of tables with some food and wine on it, so that people can enjoy the beautiful clothes and satisfy their appetite at the same time.

As the light fell on them, Li Muran gently took Xing Rushi by the hand.

As soon as they appeared, they attracted people's attention. Although she was not as beautiful as the previous models, she had a unique temperament.

A black hair with a silver hairpin pinned to the back of the head, nine Phoenix lifelike, with her movement gently trembling.

Dressed in a long skirt reaching the ground, blue as the main hit, showing a bit of cold, just like wintersweet in the snow, Ling Han opened alone.

One line collar design, cleverly reveals her beautiful clavicle, waist adopts a unique way to close the waist, more and more appears to be full of less than a grip.

The color of flowers on the skirt from top to bottom is close to sky blue, and fluctuates like waves with walking.

It is a combination of Chinese and western, but in the eyes of the public, there is no sense of disobedience, on the contrary, it makes people feel full of charm.

Li Muran stood beside Xing Rushi. Although he was only wearing a suit, he was not suppressed at all. There was a slight smile on his lips, which made people unable to move their eyes away from them.