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"It's not that we want to talk about her in such a tone, it's that Murong Rong has gone too far. Designer Song, you probably haven't read the news on the Internet yet. This Murong Rong even stole a teenage child's money. I really don't know how poor she is, it's a disgrace to our fashion designers."

"That's right, Murong Rong probably died of poverty in his previous life, otherwise why would he do such a thing?"

"No matter how poor you are, you can't cheat a child. How did you see the girl's mother crying? This will make the orphans and widows how to live in the future."

"I really don't know how Murong Rong walked out today, wouldn't he be ashamed?"

"If she knew what shame is, she wouldn't do such a thing."

"Everyone, please don't say a few words. If Murong Rong remembers this, if he goes to Mr. Rong's ear to blow the pillow wind, we will all be in trouble."

"Oh, then let her blow it away, are we all afraid that she will fail?"

Something flashed in Song Hongfeng's eyes, and then her face was full of anger: "What's the matter with you people? How can anyone say that, you don't know anything, Rongrong is not that kind of person at all ! Those online are all nonsense!"

After Song Hongfeng finished speaking, he took Murong Rong's arm: "Rong Rong, let's go in quickly and ignore these people. These people are just jealous of your excellence and the No.1 you got last time. Let's ignore them."

The faces of the people around were a bit ugly, but due to Song Hongfeng's identity, he didn't dare to say anything more.

After waiting until they left, I couldn't help muttering: "What, what's so great."

Murong Rong and Song Hongfeng came out, and just as they were about to go to the waiting hall, a group of reporters rushed in.

When they saw Song Hongfeng, his eyes lit up.

"Miss Song, you have won the title of the best designer of the Golden Scissors abroad before. You can say that you have achieved fame. After returning to China, why are you still participating in this Fashion Fashion Competition?"

"Miss Song, I heard that you plan to develop in China in the future. May I ask what made you suddenly make this decision?"

"Miss Song, I heard that you already have someone you like. Can we ask, who is this lucky man?"

Song Hongfeng was very generous, with an elegant and decent manner: "I will participate in this competition because the Fashion Fashion Design Competition is the top competition in China, and in my heart, its status is no worse than the golden scissors.

It is true that I stayed in China to develop because of one person, but due to various reasons, I cannot disclose it yet.One day, I will be in love with him and I will inform everyone as soon as possible. "

"Wow, love is forever. It seems that Miss Song really loves each other. I really don't know what kind of young talent the other party is. Ordinary people are not good enough for Miss Song."

"Am I the only one looking forward to Ms. Song's work? The grand occasion caused by Ms. Song's award-winning work in Golden Scissors is still talked about. This is her first appearance after returning to China, and she will definitely be a blockbuster."

Song Hongfeng saw that all the reporters were chasing after her, and said quickly: "Everyone, don't worry about interviewing me. There are countless powerful designers in this competition. For example, Murong Rong next to me, not only He got No.1 in the preliminary competition, and he has already opened a personal studio, with excellent results, he is the player I admire the most."

Only then did the reporters turn their attention to Murong Rong, but unlike when they were facing Song Hongfeng, when the reporters spoke, their language instantly became as sharp as a knife.

"Miss Mu, the netizens said they want to donate money to you, and want you to change your character. What do you think of this matter?"

"Miss Mu, everyone is very curious. Are you really so poor that you are robbing a child of his money?"

"Miss Mu, is it because you don't care about shame?"

Murong Rong looked over, looked at the provocative reporter and said in a low voice: "You asked a very good question. After the competition is over, I will ask Rong Jiuci if he doesn't care about any shame. You must follow me." together?"

what?

Murong Rong's answer surprised everyone, did Murong Rong mean that Rong Jiuci was the one who took the initiative?

How can this be?

The reporters were immediately unconvinced, and couldn't help but say, "Miss Mu, what gave you the confidence to say this?"

"Probably Rong Jiuci's preference."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Everyone wanted to refute Murong Rong.

Murong Rong has no family background, no background, was married, and lived with other men for five years. Why should Rong Jiuci prefer a woman?

But they couldn't find any rebuttal.

Because Rong Jiuci never concealed his preference for Murong Rong.

Song Hongfeng was still smiling, but the smile on her face was a little stiff. She glanced at the reporters in the crowd, her gaze was like a knife.

She is simply an idiot, who doesn't even know how to ask questions, and let Murong Rong show off in vain, and even let her be tied up with Rong Jiuci, which is unbearable.

The reporter shuddered and continued to ask: "Ms. Mu, do you have anything to say about this competition? Do you think you are still qualified to continue No.1 in the preliminary round compared to Ms. Song?"

"Since you asked this sentence, I am qualified."

reporter:"……"

If you answer like this, don't you feel that you are too thick-skinned?

Murong Rong ignored his complaints and took the opportunity to walk into the waiting hall.

Song Hongfeng followed Murongrong, and said apologetically, "Rongrong, I'm sorry, I just wanted everyone to get to know you better, but I didn't expect the reporter to ask such embarrassing words for you."

"It doesn't matter. I don't think there is anything ugly. Those who are upset should be those who think they can make me ugly with the help of reporters.

"Hehe, yes." Song Hongfeng agreed stiffly.

If she hadn't confirmed it, Murong Rong would never know that this was all her arrangement, and she would definitely feel that Murong Rong was connoting her.

But even so, Song Hongfeng felt very upset inside, just like everyone thought. She really wanted to ask, why is Murong Rong?

With her face?Or rely on this piece of meat in the stomach?

Song Hongfeng's eyes subconsciously passed over Murong Rong's still flat lower abdomen, with maliciousness like a poisonous snake hidden in his eyes.

At this moment, Murong Rong suddenly looked over.

Song Hongfeng immediately put away the expression on his face, and looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It just suddenly occurred to me that you have been protecting me so much today, and I haven't thanked you yet."

"What's the matter." Song Hongfeng smiled: "We are friends, and this is what we should do."

"Friend?" Murong Rong smiled.

Song Hongfeng was a little unhappy by Murong Rong's attitude, but he couldn't get angry again, so he was going to say something else to Murong Rong.

Who knew that just as he was about to speak, he was stopped.

"Shh-"

Murong Rong pressed his fingers on his lips, signaling Song Hongfeng to keep silent: "It's time for the game."