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"Tell me about you. How did you get the model's clothes dirty?"

Not far away a voice very sharp wear over, Wen Shuyue looked back.

The middle-aged man in black formal dress is Uncle Zhang, who is also Wen Shuyue's trusted subordinate.

Uncle Zhang seems very angry. He is holding a folder in his hand and criticizing the little girl in front of him.

Little girl tears are out, with crying cavity, busy apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

This scene has been seen by many people, and many people are pointing at it.

Wen Shuyue went over to find out. After all, she was afraid that she would let Uncle Zhang reprimand each other again. It was estimated that she would not have to watch the fashion show for a while.

Uncle Zhang hasn't seen Wen Shuyue yet. He still looks like an old man, telling the little girl, "as an intern, you can't even do this little thing well. I think you'd better go away!"

Wen Shuyue, who had already reached the man, opened his mouth and asked, "what's the matter?"

Zhang Shuyi saw that it was her and replied: "Miss Wen, this little girl has destroyed her ready dress. It's full of stains. It seems that she can't use it."

Uncle Zhang points to the position at the bottom of the wall next to the little girl. The little girl dare not look up at them. Wen Shuyue still sympathizes with the little girl.

Instead of directly blaming others, she asked Uncle Zhang, "is there any backup?"

Uncle Zhang thought about it and bit it down. "Yes, but fashion is about to start. I don't know if it's too late."

Wen Shuyue looked at the intern with her head buried and crying. She thought it was impossible to do another one now. She looked at Uncle Zhang and said, "try it."

Uncle Zhang flattered with a smile, nodded and bowed to reply: "OK, I'll find someone to take it now."

After Uncle Zhang left, Wen Shuyue took a tissue from her pocket and handed it to the intern.

Seeing her warm-hearted behavior, the intern said, "thank you, Miss Wen! Thank you

Wen Shuyue mouth slightly Yang, comfort tone, "it doesn't matter, later careful, I used to be so flustered."

She comforted the little sister in front of her like a big sister. Before, who had just come into contact with this industry had never suffered a loss? Even she is the same.

Interns get Jun a word, like a baby, eyes shine, "good! I will try my best

After watching the intern leave, Wen Shuyue sighed. It's not easy for young people now. However, it's very painful to think about the stained glass skirt.

"You look like a good man." The sudden sound, cut the calm in the heart.

Wen Shuyue sweated and turned to look at he Siming who loosened his tie. She sniffed: "good man?"

When was she a bad person.

"I've heard a lot about you recently. Guess what they say." He Siming gave an unfriendly smile.

"I'm lazy. I'm too lazy to guess." Wen Shuyue knew that the comer was not good. He really came to find fault.

He Siming looked at his gentle and comfortable, he told her with his elder's experience, "you are too straight, so it's easy to offend people."

Offending people? Wen Shuyue immediately turned her head, very ungrateful, "I offend people, it is not he Zong you offend."

What does it have to do with her offending others?

He Siming saw some dust on her shoulder. He raised his hand and swept it. A woman hit her. He Siming walked away from her and said contemptuously, "after all, it's a woman I know. I don't want to collect your corpse at any time. You'd better take care of yourself and don't mess with men outside."

"Manager he really has a lot of money." Looking at sb's back, Wen Shu Yue make complaints about it.

She had never seen such a meddler.

"No, Miss Wen, go backstage and have a look!" It's another voice that makes people afraid.

When Zhang Shu came to newspaper, he didn't have a good word.

Looking at him sweating ran over, Wen Shuyue hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

Uncle Zhang didn't say much, so he took her backstage. When he got to the crowd, he pointed to the American woman lying on the ground covering her stomach and told Wen Shuyue, "this is model nidy. She suddenly has a stomachache and is about to appear. What should we do?"

Wen Shuyue squatted down and examined nidi in front of her. She calmly raised her head and said to Uncle Zhang, "don't worry. Go and ask the doctor to come and have a look."

"Good!" Uncle Zhang ran away in a hurry.

Soon, Uncle Zhang came back with someone shouting, "Miss Wen, the doctor is here."

Everyone immediately dispersed, and the doctor examined nidy with a stethoscope.

Wen Shuyue, standing behind the doctor, asked with great concern, "what's the situation?"

The doctor shook his head and took off the stethoscope. "I don't think it will be OK for a while."

"Then we...""Forget it, I'll do it!"

Before Uncle Zhang finished, Wen Shuyue immediately gave the order.

"Are you sure, Miss Wen?" Uncle Zhang didn't believe it, because Miss Wen didn't like to appear in public.

Wen Shuyue nodded and said in a positive tone: "well, I can't help it. I'm about the same size as nidy. Let's go change."

Uncle Zhang saw that a wave of model shows had come back. He immediately informed the staff nearby: "what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you help people up and get dressed? "

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In the audience, he Siming sat in the front and middle of the room. The annoying Mr. Liu next to him patted him on the shoulder like a child and said, "it's not easy for Mr. He to be interested in coming to the theatre."

"Yes." He Siming has a cold face like someone owes him money.

Mr. Liu felt that this way of collusion seemed to have failed, so he changed it and asked, "how does Mr. he feel about the fashion show this time?"

"Make do." He said casually.

In the face of his indifference, Mr. Liu still did not give up, still smilingly, "Mr. He is really straightforward, admirable, but, like my eyes, this fashion show is really very common."

"Who is that?" Voice from the other side of the auditorium.

A reporter replied, "I haven't seen this model, but I'm familiar with it."

The two people here also looked over there. General manager Liu squinted and saw the model's real face clearly. "Isn't that Miss Wen? Is this for her own sake? "

"It seems that this fashion show is still a little interesting." He Siming raised his lips, and his eyes always fell on the woman on the stage who could walk out of a different style with bare arms and legs.

When he Siming saw this, he had to say that the woman really had two brushes, which could be regarded as propping up the ordinary scene.