The male protagonist of Kuaishuang is here again to ask for his name

Chapter 368 Demon President 41
Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and he pressed to answer.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Yan Ruyu's voice was as respectful as before, but not as alienated as before.

Nan Sheng said "hmm": "Milan Fashion Week is coming, are you ready?"

Yan Ruyu pressed the mouth of the wolf beside her, and replied decisively: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass you!"

The fingers holding the phone tightened, and Nan Sheng said again: "Mmm..."

Yan Ruyu put down the phone strangely: "My master really cherishes words like gold!"

Li Tang gritted his teeth viciously: "Pretend to be cool, let's be coquettish!"

Yan Ruyu poohed him: "Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?"

Is there anyone in this world more aggressive than this man?
Li Tang thought about it carefully, then sighed modestly: "Yes, in this respect, he is not as good as me."

What are you so happy about!
Tonight, Yan Ruyu had a dream. In the dream, she also said to a person whose face could not be seen clearly: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will not embarrass you!"

When I woke up, the pillow was wet with tears.

What a strange dream, what a strange mood.

Shaking her head, Yan Ruyu began to pack her luggage.

In order not to lose face during the fashion week, Li Tang asked the head of the company's design department to tailor several sets of clothes for Yan Ruyu.

As a designer of the clothes, Yan Ruyu was very satisfied with them, so she decided to wear one of them to attend the press conference.

When she first appeared on the stage, her appearance surprised the audience.

The long black hair, which has not been dyed or permed, is so softly pulled behind her back, only loosely tied with a ribbon, and a strand of broken hair playfully goes around the cheek, leaving a silhouette on the swan-like neck, wide sleeves Draping and swaying, she looks like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world.

At that moment, any rumors or speculations, any malicious speculations were not worthy to have anything to do with her.

But that's just what most people think.

"She is not worthy to be Master Nan Sheng's disciple! Nor is she qualified to go to the Milan fashion show!"

Suddenly someone rushed out from the group of reporters, Yan Ruyu looked at it calmly, and the corners of her mouth curled up playfully.

It's Xiaomao, with her status, can she come in here?

Yan Ruyu looked around, but she didn't see the person who brought her in, that's right, that Miss Zhang should habitually hide in the dark.

Nan Sheng glanced at the security guard at the side, and the latter understood, Xiaomao, who had already suffered once, immediately dodged.

It's hard for her to sprint left and right in the crowd flexibly wearing high heels. In order to avoid accidental injury, she really couldn't catch anyone for a while.

She ran and shouted: "She plagiarized! Her award-winning work is not her own at all! It was stolen! She stole other people's hard work!"

As soon as the words came out, the reporters immediately turned their cameras on her: "Miss, can you explain in detail?"

It was the first time for Xiaomao to encounter this kind of special treatment. She immediately tidied up her hair briefly: "What I said is true! This Yan Ruyu used to be an employee of our Jiayi, an intern, relying on her beauty , in the office..."

A reporter asked impatiently: "Please tell me about the plagiarism!"

Who is happy to listen to those trivial matters in the office?What we want now is to explode, to explode!
Don't you know that it's hard work for them to block the security guards?
Xiaomao doesn't care what other people think, she insisted on finishing her grievances before slowly saying: "Her work plagiarized others, stole other people's hard work, and shamelessly used it as an original to participate in the competition. What qualifications does this kind of person have to stand here!"

(End of this chapter)