Why are the designers and models all right, but they can't participate in the show?"

"The model lady doesn't seem to be a professional model, but she doesn't dare to walk the catwalk because of stage fright?"

"Xingrui's teacher Qiu posted on Weibo! The model lady is training with her one-on-one, how can it be unprofessional?"

"So why the hell......

There was a wail on Weibo. Today is Friday, and netizens who are about to have a holiday tomorrow just want to eat a whole melon, but they can't do it.

Finally, at ten o'clock, a person who seemed to have nothing to do with this incident posted two Weibo posts one after another.

「…… After a meeting of several teachers from the Designers Association, it was decided that your wedding dress was not suitable for the finale...... Although this wedding dress is elegant and popular, the workmanship and materials are excellent, it is not atmospheric enough, and the model is not professional, so it can't suppress the scene......

"Miss Shen, you are still young, and you may not understand what the consequences of your current choice will be for you...... Shen Fanyin! You think you'll have the confidence to win a prize yourself......

Two audio clips, a complete statement of the cause and effect of the whole thing.

But the point that netizens care about has been deviated-

"Mr. Jing, this kind of thing is not Sheng Hua's public relations agency, right?"

"Recording popularity: five stars, Mr. Jing's Weibo popularity: 10,000 stars."

"That's the backing of a capital letter, right? What a fairy love, hey!"

"As a sensible Shenghua official WeChat, I should consciously forward it, instead of waiting for the boss to call me...... Wait a minute! My boss's sweetheart little princess was bullied? I can't bear it!"

This is indeed unbearable. After listening to the recording and snorting P, the netizens who ate melons finally got their thoughts back on track, and they squeezed into the Weibo of the Designer Association's statement and scolded them for being shameless.

"Bullying Fanyin is so young and easy to talk? The rules are changed, did you grow up eating grass on the wall?"

"I don't care what your reason is, I know that Sister Fanyin contributed the most beautiful wedding dress to my female goose, so what kind of broken association are you-crawl for Lao Tzu!"

"Yo Yo, it's so powerful, I said, you couldn't have caused this car accident too, right?"

"It's scary to think about it, sisters, Fanyin just refused to participate in the show, and was hit by a car when she went out......

"Uncle Policeman! Look him up! Something is wrong with this association!"

In the hotel suite, Lu Tong listened to the words on the other end of the phone, and was so angry that the corners of his forehead burst out.

「…… I'm so sorry, it's really my fault, I didn't take care of my bear child and let her cut her wedding dress to pieces, it seems that I can't participate in tomorrow's show anyway!"

Lu Tong took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said, "My dear, don't worry, you send me the photos of the wedding dress to see, I think we still have enough time, and we will definitely be able to help you restore the work."

"Ugh...... Here, baby, take these scissors, yes, cut them, the more broken the better......

Lu Tong slammed his phone on the table with a snap, and his chest rose and fell sharply in anger.

He originally thought that he could sell Miranda a favor, but he didn't expect Miranda to refuse so decisively. What he didn't expect was that these designers were like crazy, forming a group to work with him, and even called him one after another to say that they would not be able to attend tomorrow's show.

From the model's illness to the loss of the wedding dress, the most outrageous thing is that tomorrow's horoscope says that he is incompatible with Xiuzhan.

What's more, he didn't even bother to make up a reason for him, and directly sent a text message saying that he couldn't participate in the show.

"I don't want to live anymore, do I?"

Lu Tong's face was gloomy, and he grinded his teeth to a gurgling sound, "Good, good! One or two of them are coming to make trouble for me, you don't want to be good, and I don't have to be polite!"

When he was thinking about how to punish these designers who were standing in line indiscriminately, the assistant hurriedly barged in, sweating profusely: "Boss, Shen Fanyin recorded your conversation!" It's now online!"

"What?" Lu Tong looked at him in disbelief, "What are you kidding?"

With a bitter face, the assistant put the tablet in front of him: "See for yourself!"

Lu Tong listened to his familiar voice and words in the recording, and his face turned pale.

He was stunned for a long time, and finally remembered something, and hurriedly dialed Zhu Qiang's mobile phone number.

"Mr. Zhu! Something's wrong!"

"Boom—"

The thunder fell with the rain, and the white lightning tore through the sky, but Shen Fanyin slept soundly.

She was firmly held in Jing Zeheng's arms, her ears were covered by his big hands, the back of her hand holding the infusion needle was on his chest, and she was protected by his big hands, no matter how she slept, she would not touch the needle.

Uncle Wang sat on the sofa next to him, feeling that his heart was like duckweed in the rain, swaying endlessly.

If they were just a simple brother and sister, he had never seen Jing Zeheng so gentle and thoughtful to girls before;

But if they have other feelings-Jing Zeheng is expressionless at the moment sending a message on his mobile phone, and he didn't even give Shen Fanyin a superfluous look.

Look, it really doesn't look like it!

Uncle Wang frowned tightly in confusion.

Could it be that he is too old to understand the way his brother and sister get along now?

Thinking so, he took out his mobile phone and put on headphones, opened a certain software, and typed: Reorganize the relationship between family brothers and sisters.

And then he saw—

"Can a brother and sister get married in a restructured family?"

Uncle Wang: "......?"

This software is not very serious.

Uncle Wang's heart unconsciously lifted up again, and subconsciously glanced at the hospital bed, only to see that his family's indifferent young man still maintained his original movements, holding his sister who was legally allowed to marry with an expressionless face.

A soft sound of "hum" recalled Uncle Wang's thoughts.

As soon as he looked at the caller, he hurriedly picked up the phone, lowered his voice and said, "Sir."

"Wang Mao, we just got home, Yinyin is sick?" Jing Yao's voice was eager, "In which hospital?"

"Miss has a stomach and intestines cold, and she is receiving an infusion," Uncle Wang glanced at the infusion bottle, "It's almost over."

"Okay, let's get over here."

Uncle Wang was just about to hang up the phone, when he heard Jing Zeheng urging in a low voice: "Let them hurry up."

Uncle Wang's hanging heart was instantly placed in the bottom of his heart because of Jing Zeheng's impatient words, he responded repeatedly, hurriedly told the address of Jingyao Hospital, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Uncle Wang relaxed, got up and went to Jing Zeheng's side and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, why don't I help Miss for a while?"

Jing Zeheng said lightly, "Forget it, wake her up, my mother will talk to me again."

The tone of forced business completely dispelled Uncle Wang's doubts.

By the time Jing Yao and Jing Hui arrived at the hospital, the rain had stopped. Shen Fanyin had just pulled out the needle and was sitting on the hospital bed with a confused face, when Jing Zeheng pressed the tape on the back of her hand for her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her little feet still unshoeed, and shook them gently.

"Yinyin!"

"How's it better? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have gone out today, I see, the injection hurts, right? The little face turned white...... Hungry or not? Your mother cooked you porridge at home, and we'll go home and eat something before we go to sleep."

"Why did you have a car accident today? Scarewright? Be good, you can't be scared by touching your hair......

Shen Fanyin's big eyes flashed, looking at Jing Yao, who was so nervous that he was almost incoherent, his heart seemed to be wrapped in a stream of heat, very warm.

He was still wearing a tuxedo and had apparently rushed over as soon as he learned he was sick.

Such an emphasis is a little unfamiliar to Shen Fanyin.

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