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On stage

The organizer was already in a state of great anxiety. Since the attack on Master Jing Liu came, the scene was uncontrollable. Why did these two people rush over?

"Manager, I'll take the people down."

"Idiot, how can you pull people off now? The Jing family is guarding me. I think this person was obviously hired by Mrs. Jing, just to take the opportunity to make trouble!" The manager pulled his tie.

He just said, how could he be so lucky? Duan Linbai was coming with just one move.

"Manager!" A staff member rushed to his back.

"What are you doing!" he almost roared.

"That's..." The man pointed at Mr. Jiang who had already pulled the mask, "Mr. Jiang Er isn't he?"

Song Fengwan has been devoted to designing over the years. Besides helping her with the matter, Jiang Ershao just hangs out with Duan Linbai. Because his brother is in his hometown, he is a "abandoned" wanderer, so he often goes with Duan Linbai.

It has a great reputation.

Mr. Jiang pulled his mask and breathed a sigh of relief: It was possible to take a breath, and he was almost suffocated to death.

"Second Young Master?" The manager trembled with his fat body, squinted his eyes, trying to see more realistically.

"It's me, I can't be wrong!"

"He..." The manager was a little confused at this time, "Who did he work with?"

"In Yan's group, follow..." the man murmured in a low voice.

At this time, Song Fengwan on the stage had also slowly taken off her mask.

I just put on some light makeup, because I had been wearing a mask for a long time, my cheeks were red, and I raised my hand to tick my slightly crushed hair.

Many people here know her because she won the Heming Cup gold medal two years ago. She was in a big fire for a while, but at this time she said she was the so-called plagiarist.

Everyone was a little confused.

"Is it Song Fengwan? Am I not dazzled?"

"It's her, and Mr. Jiang Er is here. No wonder Mr. Duan has arrived today. I just said that there are serious celebrity activities, and they may not participate. Why are they doing well?"

"But the person who copied the man is the male lead, why is it her?"

"The information is too fake. This is a bit fun. Song Fengwan should not copy her."

"Run up directly, the little girl is very fierce."

"You don't know what happened a few years ago, that's what's so fierce!"

...

Duan Linbai coughed and looked at Fu Chen on the side, "Sister-in-law is not warned. I really want to see her face under her mask. I guess she will be scared."

"I haven't seen my sister-in-law criticize others for many years."

"It's still as fierce as a little tiger."

"Hmm?" Fu Chen turned his head to look at him, "Tiger?"

"No, our little sister-in-law is the most gentle in the world, haha..." Duan Linbai smiled angrily.

I'll go, your wife's personality, you don't know what kind of personality is. What's going on? It's so big, I've been holding it in so long, and I won't bite her to death with her skin and flesh?

At this time, Su Chen's fans were also looking at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.

They attacked the plagiarists who had been fighting for a long time and exploded in public, and it was Song Fengwan.

What she represents at this time is not an individual, but even the Yan family and Qiao family. She dares to publicly admit such a thing, but she is afraid there is still a hidden truth.

No one dared to fight without authorization and waited quietly for the follow-up.

The people who came from the name of the melon-eating crowded the live broadcast room instantly, causing some live broadcast platforms to be paralyzed several times.

It was originally a matter of my own business, but now I have eaten the two Jingxu families, and Song Fengwan has been brought up, and the design circle has been affected.

Who is this Suchen? A gourd baby, seven melons on one vine?

The audience was noisy, and the organizers were stunned and urgently asked someone to maintain order.

But Jing was dead on the stage. Jiang Ershao walked over and took the hat and mask from Song Fengwan, "I'll take it."

"Thanks."

Song Fengwan held the microphone and looked at the woman wearing a mask not far away, saying something that made everyone feel cold on their backs.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I didn't expect to meet again, it would be in such an occasion."

"You are really as always..."

“It’s disgusting!”

acquaintance?

Damn it!

What development? One by one, they are well-known designers in the circle, with countless halos on their heads, and they don’t look like they are acquaintances no matter how they look like.

"You, you..." Su Chen seemed to want to say something, but his fingers trembled suddenly.

The palms were sweating, and the microphone was not held, and it slid from her hand and hit the ground. The "sheep" sound of electric current seemed to pierce through a person's eardrum.

The microphone rolled to Song Fengwan's feet without any bias. She bent down and picked it up, and walked straight towards her.

Song Fengwan?

How could it be her?

The woman's legs seemed to be wrapped in some mud, unable to move forward, and her head was confused. When she saw her walking in, her body instinctively shrank and retreated, but stepped on the hem of her skirt, her center of gravity was unstable, and she almost fell down!

Someone grabbed her wrist.

It's Song Fengwan.

Her palms were warm, but it seemed like there was fire wrapping around her wrists, which made her heart tremble. She subconsciously wanted to shake off her hand, but she felt guilty and didn't have much strength, so she didn't shake it away.

"I helped you, don't say thank you?" Song Fengwan's voice was filled with a smile.

But those eyes were lazy and lazy, slightly narrowed, like cunning foxes.

Having the most exquisite mind and the sharpest minions.

"Thank you." She struggled hard, and Song Fengwan let go of her hand, and a circle of thin red marks appeared on her wrist.

Song Fengwan was not very strong at first, but he used to carry Fu Qinyuan with him for many years. Whenever he went out, he had to pack up his things in small bags, and he had to train his strength.

"You..." Song Fengwan smiled, "It's much timid than before."

"What's wrong now?"

"Wearing a mask, don't dare to see anyone?"

"Madam Fu, you have recognized the wrong person, I don't know you." Su Chen didn't have a microphone. She couldn't hear her words at all. She just saw her actions and knew that she was very afraid of Song Fengwan.

"Hold it!" Song Fengwan handed her the microphone.

She didn't want to answer, but there was no way to not answer at this time, so she could only thank her and tightly grasped the microphone.

"Everyone has known each other for so many years. When I see an old friend, I still wear a mask?" Song Fengwan looked at her.

"I don't know you." Her voice was pressing through the microphone, but many people obviously felt her voice trembling a little.

The enlarged volume almost amplified her inner fear several times.

"Don't you know? Do you have such a poor memory?"

"...Hey, what do you want to do? You are the one who copied it. You are too arrogant." At this time, a few people rushed up from the other side of the stage, and the man shouting loudly was very familiar.

It should be the one who called the studio and answered the phone before.

They are all people on the same boat, and Su Chen is finished, and all of them are unemployed.

"Even if you are Song Fengwan and the male lead is yours, your work was released later than our teacher. This is a solid evidence!"

"Why are you embarrassed to come here!"

"After all, it's a celebrity. It's good that we didn't settle the score with you. Why are we still aggressive?"

...

"Oh my go, I'm such a bad temper, you guys want to say something else?" Mr. Jiang was anxious.

"We have evidence! Do you have great reputation and will not copy it?"

"Stop talking." Su Chen suddenly pulled the man's clothes, so that he no longer stimulated the other party.

"If we don't have evidence, we won't come here." Jiang Ershao snorted coldly, "Little boy, look at the so-called teacher you mentioned first."

"Everyone is not a fool. If we, Teacher Song, plagiarized, dare to jump out and admit that she was squeezed by the door?"

Song Fengwan raised his eyebrows, can't he use some good words? You're just squeezed by the door.
To be continued...