He Juncheng swallowed and foamed, and the whole person was already stupid.

This...... How can it be!

Ye Mufan is Felix?

It's absolutely impossible! Something must be wrong!

Just when everyone was looking at each other, Director Zheng hurried over, "I'll go!" My vice-chairman, I finally found you, why didn't I see you at the door just now, the clothes have been prepared for you, you hurry up and change them! ”

As if sensing that the atmosphere here was not quite right, Director Zheng said blankly, "What's wrong?" What happened? Oh, by the way, Director He, aren't you looking for our vice chairman, this is! ”

After speaking, he looked at Ye Mufan and said, "Felix, this is Director He of Juxing Entertainment, and on the stage is Miss Shen Mengqi of Juxing Entertainment, I want to talk to you about the cooperation of Lorraine Fashion Week......

Ye Mufan casually tore off a blade of grass on his sleeve: "Oh, is it? ”

At this moment, He Juncheng and Shen Mengqi already wanted to die, and listening to Director Zheng's words, they couldn't wait to find a hole to get into.

Director Zheng has already spoken in person, and now they can't believe it or not!

Just now, Director Zheng said that Felix had a car accident on the road, so Ye Mufan appeared like this......

Therefore, the gold medal stylist they worked so hard to invite, the hot god-maker Felix, turned out to be Ye Mufan's waste!

Damn, what the hell is going on?

Ye Mufan has always been in a state of being blocked by the emperor, how could he get mixed up to this point in such a short period of time?

Shen Mengqi stood on the stage and glared at He Juncheng viciously.

Ye Mufan is Felix, why he doesn't know such an important thing!

He Juncheng is really suffering at this time, how can he associate Felix with Ye Mufan?

However, worse is yet to come......

Ahead, Mu Wenqing, chairman of the Fashion Association, walked over with a cold face, "Mu Fan, you just said that He Juncheng's design is stealing your work, what's going on?" ”

Ye Mufan glanced at Mu Wenqing, "Teacher, it's not a big deal, it's just that not long ago, I lost a manuscript, I don't want to, it turned out to be picked up by Director He." ”

As soon as he heard this, the cold sweat on He Juncheng's forehead quickly fell, "This...... This is a misunderstanding...... A misunderstanding ......"

If this matter is confirmed, then he will be ruined.

He Juncheng was suddenly anxious, made up his mind not to admit it, and immediately retorted, "What a manuscript!" Nothing at all, it's my own design! Chairman, you must trust me! ”

Thinking that Ye Mufan had no evidence at all, He Juncheng gradually gained confidence: "Ye Shao, you said that this is your design, please come up with evidence!" When did you lose your manuscript? And where was it lost? ”

What do you think? I can't take it out!

Ye Mufan smiled lightly, "Hehe, evidence? I don't have a good memory, and I really don't remember such inconsequential things...... What does Director He mean that I have wronged you and am jealous of your talent and talent, so I slander you? Want to dominate your work? ”

As soon as Ye Mufan said this, He Juncheng froze, and everyone exploded and looked at He Juncheng with disdain.

"Just kidding, the winner of the Hundred Flowers Award, the vice president of the fashion association, jealous of him?"

"Is He Juncheng delusional of victimization?"

He Juncheng was angry, and began to be a little speechless, "Ye Mufan, you are spewing blood!" These works are my own! It's my design! If you slander me without evidence, then I will say that you have stolen my work! ”