I really don't want a second marriage

Forget it, there are so many things happening today. It's like a dream for Lengyue.

She never thought that she would be invited to the scene. After watching what happened at the scene, Leng Yueyue felt that her previous depressed mood caused by the destruction of her works had long been swept away.

When she takes more photos, it's worth it.

After all, she met yetingchen, as well as big stars Zhao Yiru and Lin Xinghuo.

In the past, when she was a small designer, although her works were very excellent, she could not compare with those top teams, let alone have such opportunities.

After taking photos, someone with sharp eyes suddenly found that Lin Xinghuo's skirt was very special and shouted.

"Miss Lin, the skirt you are wearing today is so special. If I remember correctly, it seems to be the work of Shelly, the foreign designer?"

People had already left the stage, but when asked, Lin Xinghuo stopped. Then Zhao Yiru stopped and looked at Lin Xinghuo suspiciously.

Lin Xinghuo smiled, "you really know the goods. This is really Shelly's design work."

"I've seen this design work before when I participated in activities abroad. I heard that it was photographed by a mysterious man with a huge amount of money just after it was released, and then it never died again. Many people asked for it, but miss Shelly never designed such a work of the same type again. How did you get this work, Miss Lin? Did you get it with a huge amount of money at the beginning Is that you? "

Lin Xinghuo blinked, and his vision accurately fell on Han Muzi in the audience. Han Muzi shook her head slightly. Lin Xinghuo responded and said with a soft smile: "well, guess."

Originally, she wanted to pull Han Muzi onto the stage, but she respected Han Muzi's wishes. She didn't want to. Lin Xinghuo followed her wishes and gave the public a vague answer without denying or admitting.

Then she waved her hand, picked up her skirt and made a circle.

"Well, my activity is over, fans and media friends. I'll see you another day."

Then she went backstage with her skirt.

The presence of a very multimedia reporter saw this, he quickly rushed out of the scene with a camera, ready to wait for her in the back.

When Zhao Yiru saw this scene, he was very angry, but he was stopped by his agent.

"This is a scene. Don't be photographed. Let's go."

"Hum, what about the designer's works? What's Shelly? I've never heard of them. These people look like making a fuss, and I'm too lazy to look at them."

Then she turned and left. When she saw the skirt on her body, Zhao Yiru thought of Han Qing. Then she lifted her lips and smiled proudly.

When she becomes the young grandmother of Han's group, she will step on all these people under her feet!

*

Han Muzi saw that the activity was almost going on, so she planned to get up and leave with Xiaoyan and Lengyue. Who knows, just standing up, she tightened her wrist, and she was dragged back to her seat.

Turning his head, he saw yetingchen holding her hand and staring at her thoughtfully.

"What are you doing? Let go." Han Muzi scolded with bad words.

Night Tingchen narrowed his eyes: "change your face so fast?"

Leng Yueyue and Xiao Yan looked at this scene, couldn't help blinking, and then sat back as if they didn't see anything.

It seems that many people around cast their eyes. Han Muzi was embarrassed to avoid those people's eyes. She could only lower her voice and said, "you let go quickly. Everyone is watching. This is the press conference site. Do you want to be recognized?"

"How about recognizing it?" night Tingchen picked his eyebrow.

Also, where he went at night was not a halo. Why did he worry about being recognized.

It's better to recognize and be more popular.

"Not so." Han Muzi took a deep breath, then whispered, "can you let me go first? I'm leaving."

"OK." yetingchen stared at her like a scoundrel: "you can let me go. Add my wechat."

Han Muzi: "

She thought she had heard wrong.

He stopped her just to let her add his wechat? What happened?

Han Muzi blinked. "What did you say?"

"Last time you blackmailed me." when he said this, ye Tingchen had a deep resentment. He has remembered this matter until now. I hope Han Muzi can add his wechat friends.

So this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

With that, yetingchen also took out his mobile phone and opened the wechat interface.

Han Muzi: "if you add friends, you let me go?"

After asking, Han Muzi felt that she had some watt in her mind. Why did she ask such a question?

"Almost." night Tingchen urged her: "take out your cell phone."

Han Muzi paused and looked back at Xiaoyan and Lengyue.

Leng Yueyue blinked and said innocently, "just add a wechat. You won't lose a piece of meat. Add it."

Seeing this, Xiao Yan nodded in agreement: "that's what you said. You can add it quickly."

Two traitors.

Han Muzi glared at them in private and finally took out his mobile phone. Because he had blacked yetingchen before, he had to enter the blacklist in front of him and drag him out.

"All right?"

"I haven't added friends yet." yetingchen's friend verification instantly sent it, and then his tall body leaned over, and his masculine breath strongly hugged him: "pass quickly."

This looks like a child who wants sugar. Han Muzi has no choice but to agree quickly.

"Is that all right?"

Seeing that the information that you have added each other as a friend is finally displayed on your mobile phone, yetingchen's lips unconsciously evoke a good-looking arc. Then he thought of something and said coldly, "don't delete me when you go back!"

Han Muzi: "you..."

She just wanted to say how do you know? But after thinking about it, I felt it was unnecessary and could only nod.

"OK, I won't delete you. Can we go?"

Night Tingchen moved her leg away with satisfaction. Han Muzi was relieved and got up to leave.

As a result, when she stood up, she found that her shoe root was broken. Just now, she had a crazy discussion with him and forgot the matter.

"Ah, Mu Zi, what if your shoe root is broken?" Xiao Yan exclaimed.

Han Muzi sat down again, and then took a look at his shoe root, a little depressed.

She simply took off the other shoe, and then carried the shoe in her hand. Her white and tender feet stepped on the cold floor and whispered, "let's go out first."

One side of the night Tingchen saw this scene and always felt that the snow-white feet were very dazzling. He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The next second, the tall man suddenly got up and picked up the barefoot Han Muzi.