411: C411 Mrs Fu Let's Go Home

C411 Mrs Fu Let's Go Home

"Miss Doris, if I were you, I would check on them before I say anything." Wanwan looked at these people with contempt. "As long as you investigate a little and don't rush to drag me down, you will know that I am already married. If you investigate a little more, you will know that Miss Su's so-called 'the man I snatch' is my husband."

"Why are you arguing!"

The director of the show rushed over when he heard that. He glared at Yan Wanwan, Doris, and the surrounding movie models who thought it was not a big deal. After scolding them, he turned around and said to Yan Wanwan, "Yan, change into a pair of shoes and follow Eric onto the stage."

Wanwan nodded and said, Okay.

The gown worn by the finale models was usually the most important part of the show. Many times, they would follow the designer to perform on stage.

Eric had helped her speak in the fashion industry before, but this was the first time Wanwan had seen Eric.

Eric was fifty and eight this year. His deep facial features were a typical Westerner's appearance. His expression was kind, but it also carried the dignity of an industry tycoon.

Eric was known as the leader of the current fashion industry. His talent was recognized and worshipped by the entire fashion industry. He was the undisputed number one person.

Eric first said some thanks and some official words about his creative concept. Finally, he changed the topic. "Today, the happiest thing for me is that this finale dress was recognized and loved by everyone. To be honest, this design was not made by me. It was the work of my new disciple in recent years. "

The audience was shocked and in an uproar.

This was what Eric used to pave the way for his disciple!

He hadn't heard that Eric had any disciples?

"Her name is Wine, and she's my last disciple. Very few people know about her. It's a pity that she didn't come today. " Eric flaunted like a little old man, "My little disciple looks good and has good talent. She's just a little shy and doesn't like to show her face."

Wanwan's mind went blank.

Wayne... It's this person again.

When she participated in the competition previously, it was this robe that Wine sponsored for her. At that time, everyone had mocked her dress for being the work of an unknown designer. Only she was shocked by that dress in her heart. Not only did the size fit her figure, but the style was also exactly what she liked.

Was this... a coincidence?

Wanwan's intuition was not.

After getting off the stage, Wanwan quickly caught up with Eric's pace.

"Mr. Eric, my name is Yan Wanwan. Thank you very much for speaking up for me previously!" Wanwan very sensibly thanked him first.

A man over half a hundred years old, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards, sized Yan Wanwan up from head to toe. This was the first time he seriously looked at the eastern model recommended by his precious disciple today.

Whether it was temperament or strength, they were indeed very good.

"You are welcome. You said last time." Eric paused, "You should thank Simon FU, that was his request."

Fu Sihan...?

He actually...

Wanwan quickly recovered her senses and took a deep breath to ask the question in her heart, "Then what about tonight?"

Eric had a faint smile on his face and clearly understood the meaning of Yan Wanwan's incoherent question. He just continued to play dumb, "Yan, what do you mean?"

"Mr. Eric, you understand what I mean."

Eric lifted his leg and walked outside, leaving a sentence for Yan Wanwan. "Tonight, it is Wine's meaning."

After leaving the scene.

Eric dialed his little disciple's number and happily shared with him the praises of the people who designed the dress for his little disciple tonight. In just a short hour, the studio's number had exploded. Countless celebrities and socialites wanted to customize this dress. This was undoubtedly a huge success.1

At the end, they talked about the Eastern model. "Wind, your friend is very smart. He immediately guessed you."

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. It was the Eastern woman's unique soft voice with a smile. "She has always been very smart."

Before the woman finished speaking, there was another sound of a baby. "Mommy said that she is very clever and beautiful!"

The little disciple gently corrected the baby's pronunciation. "It's not dry and curvy, it's Wanwan's godmother."

The baby's voice said, "Curved and dry!"

"It's Wanwan!"

"It's the same, it's curvy! "

Eric was amused by the baby's voice and laughed. He called her baby one by one.

His talent was on par with Eric's, as well as his stubborn temper. Countless models and people in the industry tried to get close to him, but they all ended in failure.

The scene of Wanwan talking to Eric was seen by the other models and it made them jealous. Yan Wanwan, an international half-rookie, actually got in touch with Eric all of a sudden?

Only then did the director know that the dress designed by Wind was almost ruined because of the little tricks of these models. Recalling the meaningful look in Eric's eyes before he left, the director knew that he could not let this matter rest.

Eric was famous for being protective!

Doris finally realized that this matter would not be as simple as it had been in the past. This was not the first time in the industry that they had plotted against each other. In the past, it had mostly been a small matter.

"T, don't look at me like that. Although I don't agree with others, I won't joke around with a show, right?"

T was the name of the show director in the industry.

Doris knew how amazing it was, so she refused to admit it. "I know Yan suspects me because Su and I are good friends. To say that Su and I are rivals in love. It's not certain who did this. Maybe it was Yan who shouted to catch the thief. Unless you bring out evidence, I won't accept any suspicion. I'll call my lawyer to talk to you."

Doris only dared to act so recklessly because she had made up her mind to not have evidence.

Just as the scene fell into a stalemate... - -

"Kowtow! Kowtow! Kowtow!"

Someone knocked on the backstage door.

Fu Sihan stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. Chiang Yan, who was following him, was dealing with the person in charge. He seemed to be negotiating something.

Wanwan finally noticed that Fu Sihan was wearing a dark blue suit today. He looked much younger than his usual black and iron grey suit.

Fu Sihan had an outstanding temperament and a powerful aura. He was the most eye-catching person anywhere he went.

Everyone present was smart, although few people knew the true face of the CEO of RK Group. There was also the watch on his wrist, the custom-made Patek Philippe style. Eight digits starting.

Oh, this person was followed by a group of people behind him, some of them were the upper echelons of super-large-scale luxury goods companies.

Everyone stared blankly at these "uninvited guests."

The uninvited guest, Fu Sihan, stretched out a hand and beckoned to Yan Wanwan, "Mrs Fu, it's time to go home."

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