Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

"Yu Mo, it was you who chased me in the first place." Tian Meng's eyes turned red, "Are all the good things you said to me fake?"

"Are you after my kindness to you?" Yu Mo stood up unsteadily, "Aren't you after my money? Tian Meng, when you made such a fuss, wasn't it just to marry into a wealthy family? ?”

Yu Mo's eyes fell on her legs, "What a pity, my sister healed your legs."

"I worked so hard to stand up again, but I just hope that one day I can stand by your side again and not let you be embarrassed because of me."

Tian Meng smiled self-deprecatingly, "It turns out that my efforts were just a joke."

She thought that when her legs healed, she could be like before with him, but who knew that he was also waiting for her legs to heal so that he could get rid of her!

Yu Mo saw tears on her face and was a little upset, "I'm warning you, don't try to trick me again, let alone try to trick my sister..."

As soon as Yu Mo finished speaking, Yu Wei came out and threw the pen holder in her hand at him, "Get out!"

Yu Mo failed to avoid it and was hit hard on the shoulder. The pain made him gasp, "Yu Wei, what are you doing?"

"Tian Meng is my assistant now." Yu Wei put her hand on Tian Meng's shoulder, "She is my person. If you dare to bully her again, try again."

"I am your brother!"

"Are you going?"

Seeing that Yu Wei was trying to beat him again, Yu Mo reluctantly walked out.

Tian Meng thanked Yu Wei and ran back to his room.

Yu Wei was a little helpless. She returned to the consulting room and saw Yu Mo walking towards the car on the side of the road. Yu Wei cursed secretly and followed him out.

"Drunk driving, you don't want your life?"

"Didn't you let me go?" Yu Mo was already drunk and a little confused. He insisted on driving. Yu Wei held the car door and refused to let him in.

The two men were in a stalemate in front of the car.

Yu Mo pushed his hand hard, but Yu Wei couldn't avoid it. Fortunately, the person behind him helped her in time.

Yu Wei subconsciously protected her belly.

Yan Wenzhou looked at Yu Mo with a stern face, and when he met his eyes, Yu Mo swallowed subconsciously, "I didn't use much strength."

Yan Wenzhou looked at Yu Wei, "You go back to the clinic, and I'll take him back."

Yu Wei didn't expect that he was still there, and said expressionlessly: "I will arrange for a driver to take him back."

"Do you think the driver can control him?"

Hearing this, Yu Mo was unhappy and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Yan Wenzhou, who do you think you are? Do you think you can control me?"

Yan Wenzhou grabbed him by the collar, then dragged him to the passenger seat and threw him in.

Yu Mo wanted to struggle, but Yan Wenzhou held his shoulders and said with a cold face, "Be honest!"

"Do you think you are still my brother-in-law?" Yu Mo looked unconvinced.

"Whether or not I'm your brother-in-law, you have to sit still for me." Yan Wenzhou's hand tightened, "I won't spoil you."

Facing the cold look in Yan Wenzhou's eyes, Yu Mo dared not say anything, so he pushed his hand away and said harshly: "Sit down, don't hold me down!"

Seeing that Yu Mo was actually sitting in the passenger seat, Yu Wei's face darkened a bit. If Yan Wenzhou wanted to say anything to her, she turned around and walked into the clinic.

Yan Wenzhou watched her figure disappear before sitting in the driver's seat.

Yu Mo looked out the car window and refused to communicate with him.

"How old do you think you are when you get drunk and act crazy and look very majestic?"

Yu Mo continued to ignore people.

Yan Wenzhou laughed and said, "Yu Mo, even without Gu Tingsen, do you think Meng Zhiyao would like you?"

Yu Mo finally reacted. He looked at Yan Wenzhou and wanted to refute something, but he didn't know what to use to refute. The words were like a stab in his heart, making blood flow freely.

"Yan Wenzhou, people like you are just born better than me! What's so great about it?"

Yan Wenzhou glanced at him expressionlessly, "There are many people in this world who are better off than you, but there are more people who work harder than you. There are also many people who are richer than you and work harder than you. People think Whatever you want, you have to fight for it yourself, there is no such thing as getting something for nothing."

Yu Mo was upset and said harshly: "Anyway, there are so many people in this circle who are just messing around. What's wrong with me?"

"You can keep hanging on, but everything has a price."

After that night, Yu Wei didn't see Yan Wenzhou again for three days, and Song Qinghe's fashion show was held as scheduled.

The scale of the fashion show was not large, but many celebrities in the industry were invited, and there were media reporters reporting on it both inside and outside the show.

Backstage, Song Qinghe helped the models make final adjustments.

This show includes her works from all periods and will perfectly present her entire career as a designer in front of all audiences.

Yu Wei wore a dress custom-made for her by Song Qinghe and was also helping backstage.

Song Qinghe has been highly stressed these days, and her body is a little overwhelmed. Yu Wei helped her with acupuncture while she was busy.

Song Qinghe's face looked a little pale, "I haven't been so busy and fulfilled for a long time, but this body is no longer as good as before."

"There are people helping behind the scenes, so you don't have to work so hard."

"I can't help it. I don't feel safe handing over my work to others." Song Qinghe smiled and held her hand, "Weiwei, come on for me."

Yu Wei also looked at her with a smile, "Come on, Designer Song."

Many celebrities in the design world gathered in the stands on both sides of the show. The lights flashed constantly, and the entire show attracted more attention than they expected.

Because she was worried about Song Qinghe's health, the whole show didn't last too long, and each stunning piece of work was displayed in front of everyone.

The fashion show is also coming to an end.

Yu Wei sent her to the entrance of the catwalk. After the last group of models finished walking, Song Qinghe took Yu Wei's hand and walked up.

There was warm applause from the audience.

Song Qinghe looked at the people in the audience with tears in her eyes. She never thought that one day, when she thought she could only survive the rest of her life, she would be able to stand in the spotlight again.

"I really appreciate everyone taking time out of their busy schedules to participate in my personal fashion show. This is my honor." Song Qinghe's voice was gentle but firm. "I'm also very grateful to today's models, as well as the staff in front of and behind the scenes. I have someone who has always supported me, my husband."

Song Qinghe's eyes fell on Yan Tingsong, who looked at her tenderly.

"The last thing I want to thank is my baby daughter who encouraged me to hold this fashion show." Song Qinghe looked at Yu Wei, "Without her, there would be no show today..."

Before Song Qinghe finished speaking, someone stood up in the stands.

"Your baby daughter?" Wang Shuman walked out of the crowd, and countless reporters focused their cameras on her.

Wang Shuman looked haggard and her eyes were bloodshot. She smiled mockingly, "Song Qinghe, what do you thank her for? Have you forgotten how your daughter came to be?"