Feeling the man's hot lips quickly pressed up, his lips and tongue were entangled, and the hand at his chin gently rubbed Mu Sheng's face, gradually transferring to the slender neck.

As if she wanted to get closer, the distance between her and the girl was more intimate, tossing and sucking, and the girl with her eyes closed seemed to feel the uneasiness and panic in the man's heart.

Mu Sheng couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and slowly responded to the man's kiss, a rare initiative, with a bit of comfort.

The kiss between the two attracted the envy of many onlookers, handsome men and beautiful women, intimate movements, and the atmosphere that could not be inserted next to them, especially the destroyed runway behind them, with a sense of contrast.

The scene was captured by a photographer who had arrived from elsewhere and became the headline and photo in the major newspapers tomorrow.

But now Mu Sheng and Lin Zixuan didn't care so much, the two of them were a little short of breath, and slowly let go, but the man's hand was still holding Mu Sheng tightly, his eyes were looking at the girl tightly, and he didn't dare to look away for a moment, and he could see that what had just happened really scared him.

Mu Sheng raised his eyes to look at the man, reached out to help him wipe the beads of sweat from the corner of his forehead, one hand was quickly soaked, and his tone was a little soft, "I'm fine, you see if I'm good." ”

Lin Zixuan pursed his mouth, and couldn't help but lean over again, and each time it landed on Mu Sheng's forehead, the corners of his eyes, and the pear vortex, with a little gentleness and caution.

"Are you two kissing enough?" Mu Sheng suddenly heard a familiar female voice behind him, this was Ruth's voice.

Mu Sheng paused, gently pushed the man's chest, and took his hand sideways, the man clenched it a little, increasing the force but gentle.

Mu Sheng didn't answer the question, but his face was a little red, "Ruth, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about you. Ruth looked away as the two kissed, and found a stool that didn't rotten and sat down to put on her high heels.

Just waited for a long time, and the two people didn't let go, and seeing that the media reporters at the door had begun to pour in, Ruth stood up to remind the two people.

"Luckily, I found it quickly. Speaking of this, Mu Sheng couldn't help frowning, obviously she went to the security room to remind those police and security personnel, why did the truck still appear?

That's what Ari was going to ask David, a question he had since he saw the truck's license plate number.

"I" David at this time his hair was a little messy, and his face was a panicked look that could not be concealed, to say or not to say, at this time his heart was full of entanglement, at that time he was the only one to interrogate the driver, whether the driver bribed him, no one knows, if he doesn't say it, he will not

However, the person leaning against the wall in the corner suddenly spoke, "If you say it, you can deal with it at your discretion, if you continue to hide it, when we interrogate the driver, everything will be revealed." ”

Several other people in the security room followed the voice and saw that it was Vic, who was usually non-existent, talking.

At this time, David seemed to have been hit hard, his feet were weak, and he suddenly slumped in his chair, with a look of despair on his face, "I'll explain"

As for the follow-up, Mu Sheng still learned from news reports a few days later.

The driver of the runaway truck, a clothing designer who was fired from DH, is said to have worked for the brand for five years but was always bullied because of the color of his skin.

Even the clothing drawings he designed were plagiarized and slandered, just because he was a black man, a refugee who fled from a war-torn country, and the clothes he designed could not be so creative.

He remembered that when he was kicked out by DH that day, none of the colleagues who had been with him stepped forward to support him, no one gave him a word, and no one gave him a word of comfort, not even one.

Standing alone at the door of the company, the evening sun shone on him, looking at the endless traffic in front of him, suddenly a yellow truck walked into his eyes, and an idea came to his mind.

In this way, three different plans were carefully planned, all of which were aimed at stealing the big yellow truck, parking near the DH fashion show location, and heading for the catwalk a few minutes after the show began.

Because, such a garbage clothing brand should be destroyed!

After Mu Sheng looked at the newspaper that reported the cause and effect, his emotions were a little complicated, the experience of this truck driver is indeed sympathetic and pitiful.

But that's no excuse for him to do such crazy things, and if it weren't for her reminder, maybe this fashion week would have been as tragic as the last.

Mu Sheng put down the newspaper lightly, turned his head and asked Nie Qing, "Will the fashion show be held in the next two days?"

Because of this terrorist attack, the last two days of the fashion show were stopped by the police, and they could not be carried out until the situation was investigated, so Mu Sheng also rested at home for several days.

"The notice just came from there, and it will be held next Monday. Nie Qing was using his computer to check the news on the network.

As soon as the motives of the truck driver were announced today, many people were hotly discussed on the Internet, and the topic of "anti-racial discrimination" was brought up by netizens, and the public welfare film shot by Mu Sheng and the three of them was also forwarded by a large number of netizens.

Even the French channel FFC announced that it will be rebroadcast at 7 p.m. tonight, as if to avoid a repeat of similar incidents.

"By the way, what did the police station call you to do yesterday?" Nie Qing suddenly remembered something, yesterday I heard Yan Xiaoli report that Mu Sheng was called to the police station, presumably to ask about the DH show.

Mu Sheng lowered his dark eyes, and his tone was a little casual, "It's just a routine question." ”

Only yesterday, when she said that she had accidentally found the stolen truck and went directly to the security room to report it, the policeman named Vic suddenly spoke.

"Why are you in a hurry to report back to us instead of waiting until the show is done?"

Accompanied by this question was Vic's sharp and inquiring eyes, Mu Sheng's black eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and Vic stared at the look on her face, which was also something he didn't understand.

The girl smiled suddenly, her voice a little light, as if she didn't feel the pressure from Vic.

"Because I still have a show after DH, I have to rush to go, and I finished the styling very early that day, and I will run over to report to you when I see the time, who knows if I will be scolded when I run back soon. The last sentence was a bit of a complaint.

Vic looked a little stunned, but he didn't expect it to be for this reason.

He checked Mu Sheng's catwalk schedule, and it was indeed the case, plus the driver's explanation, it really had nothing to do with the oriental girl in front of him.

Hearing this, Nie Qing put this matter behind him and continued to follow up on the next things, "Then prepare well." ”

Mu Sheng responded, and without any worries, she won full applause in these fashion shows.

Not only that, but she was loved by the French people for her performance in this terrorist attack, and even received a medal flag from the Paris police.

However, what Mu Sheng was more distressed about at this time was that this incident brought her another sweet distress.

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