Stop There, Daddy

“Why did you dirty the model’s clothes?”

There was a sharp voice not far away and Wen Shuyue looked back.

The middle-aged man in black formal clothes was Uncle Zhang and Wen Shuyue’s trusted subordinate.

Uncle Zhang seemed to be very angry. He held a folder in his hand and kept blaming the little girl in front of him.

The little girl cried and apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

This scene was seen by many people and many people were pointing at it.

Wen Shuyue went over to find out. After all, she was afraid that she would let Zhang Shu scold him like this again. She probably wouldn’t have to watch the fashion show later.

Uncle Zhang hadn’t seen Wen Shuyue yet. He still looked like an old senior and lectured the little girl. “You are an intern. You can’t even do such a small thing. I think you’d better get lost!”

Wen Shuyue, who had already walked in front of them, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Seeing that it was her, Uncle Zhang hurriedly replied, “Miss Wen, this little girl has ruined her prepared fashion clothes. It’s covered with stains. It looks like she’s useless.”

Uncle Zhang pointed to the location of the wall next to the little girl. The little girl didn’t dare to look up at the two. Wen Shuyue still sympathized with the little girl.

She didn’t directly blame her, but instead asked Uncle Zhang, “Is there any backup?”

Uncle Zhang thought about it and bit it down. “Yes, but fashion is about to begin. I don’t know if it’s too late.”

Wen Shuyue looked at the intern crying beside her with her head buried in her head. It was probably impossible to make another one now. Her eyes looked at Zhang Shu, “Try it.”

Uncle Zhang smiled flatly, and bow unctuously answered, “Okay, I’ll find someone to get it now.”

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

The intern quickly thanked her when she saw her warm actions. “Thank you, Miss Wen!” Thank you! ”

Wen Shuyue smiled and consoled her, “It doesn’t matter. Be careful in the future. I used to be like this in covered with confusion.”

She comforted her little sister like a big sister. Thinking back to how in the past, who had just been in contact with this industry had never suffered a loss? Even she was the same.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When the intern heard Jun’s words, it was as if he had gotten a baby. I will definitely work hard!

Wen Shuyue watched as the intern left and couldn’t help but sigh. It was not easy for young people now, but thinking about the dirty glass dress was really distressing.

“Looks like you’re a good person,” the sudden voice cut through the calm in her heart.

Wen Shuyue sweated and turned to look at He Siming who loosened his tie. She sniff at, “Good person?”

When did she become a bad person?

“I’ve heard a lot of your tattle and prate recently. You guess what they’ve said,” He Siming smiled unkindly.

“I’m lazy, I don’t want to guess,” Wen Shuyue knew that come with evil intent was indeed here to find trouble.

He Siming looked at Wen Shuyue who deliberately didn’t look at him. He told her with the experience of an elder, “You’re too straightforward, so it’s easy to offend people.”

Offending someone? Wen Shuyue immediately turned her head and said unapprovingly, “I’ve offended someone, but it’s not you, Mr. He.”

What does she, Wen Shuyue, have to do with offending people?

He Siming looked at her shoulder and looked at her. He raised his hand and swept it over. A certain woman hit her. He Siming walked away from her and said with contempt, “After all, she’s a woman I know. I don’t want to collect your body when the time comes. You’d better take good care of yourself and don’t seduce men outside.”

“Mr. He is really not ordinary,” Wen Shuyue complained as she watched someone’s back.

She had never seen someone as carefree as him.

“Not good, Miss Wen, go backstage and have a look!” Another voice that made people feel a little scared when they heard it.

Uncle Zhang came to report without saying a good word.

Seeing him running over with sweat, Wen Shuyue quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Uncle Zhang didn’t say much, so he pulled her backstage and surrounded by the crowd. He pointed to the American woman lying on the ground holding her stomach and told Wen Shuyue, “This is the model, Niddy. She suddenly has a stomach ache and is about to go on stage. What should we do?”

Wen Shuyue squatted down and examined Nidi’s body. She looked up calmly and said to Zhang Shu, “Don’t worry. Go and get the doctor to take a look.”

“Okay!” Uncle Zhang hurriedly ran away.

Soon, Uncle Zhang came back with someone. “Miss Wen, the doctor is here.”

Everyone immediately dispersed, and the doctor checked Nidi with a doctor.

Standing behind the doctor, Wen Shuyue asked with concern, “How is it?”

The doctor shook his head and took off the diagnosis device. “I guess it won’t be good for a while.”

“Then we…”

“Forget it, I’ll do it!”

Before Uncle Zhang could finish, Wen Shuyue immediately gave the order.

“Miss Wen, are you sure?” Uncle Zhang didn’t believe it because Miss Wen didn’t like to show one’s face in public in big occasions.

Wen Shuyue nodded and said with certainty, “Mm, there’s no other choice. Nidi and I are similar in size. Let’s go change.”

Uncle Zhang saw that there was already a wave of models coming back. He immediately informed the staff next to him, “What are you doing standing there?” Quickly help her up and get changed!

……

In the audience, He Siming was sitting in the middle of the front. Mr. Liu, who hated him, patted his shoulder like a child and greeted him, “Mr. He is actually interested in watching the show. It’s not easy.”

“Mm,” He Siming looked cold as if someone owed him money.

Mr. Liu felt that this seducing method seemed to have failed, so he changed it and asked, “Mr. He, what do you think about this fashion show?”

“Come together,” He Siming said casually.

Faced with his coldness, President Liu still didn’t give up and continued to behave in a noisy, gay and boisterous manner. “Mr. He is really straightforward and admirable, but just like my eyes, this fashion show is really ordinary.”

“Who is that?” The voice from the other side of the audience.

A reporter answered, “I’ve never seen this model before, but it’s a little familiar.”

The two people here also looked over. President Liu narrowed his eyes and saw the model’s true colors. “Isn’t that Miss Wen?” Was she doing it personally?

“Looks like this fashion show is interesting,” He Siming curled his lips and his gaze fell on the woman on stage who could walk out of the way.

When He Siming saw this, he had to admit that this woman really had two tricks up her sleeves, which helped to support the scene of appear trite and insignificant.