Ye Mufan's arms around his chest, and he didn't want to speak, "Naturally, mine!"

"Puff haha ​​... what did this waste just say?"

Ye Mufan's words had just fallen, and several designers around He Juncheng suddenly laughed.

"Ye Mutan, are you afraid that there is a problem with your head? Directors He Director stole your work? Who do you think you are?"

"Ouch, let's dignify the director of the Star Entertainment, stealing you a miscellaneous work, but you will really stick to your face!"

He Juncheng didn't have to shoot at all. The crowds present were enough to drown him alone.

"Hey! What about security? What do you do? Someone did not know if there was no invitation letter!

"That's it! Don't drive people out yet!"

The movement here was too big, and the staff quickly shocked the staff.

"What happened?" A capable girl rushed in panic. After seeing Ye Mutan, her eyes suddenly lighted, "Director Zheng has been looking for ..."

The girl was interrupted by a long hair stylist next to the girl. "This person, there was no invitation letter mixed in to make trouble, because jealous of our director He, and slandering his work! What do you do?

No matter how you don't care? "

Everyone who was around the world was watching the fun, and a group of three or five in groups took a round of ears.

"What ... what ... he mixed in and made trouble ... jealous of Director He ..." The staff was confused and didn't know what happened at all.

The long -haired male looks determined and said, "Yes! Don't believe you check if he has an invitation letter!"

"Hey, forget it ..." He Juncheng had a tolerant expression.

In order to shoot He Juncheng's fart, the long -haired man was full of righteousness: "How can it be calculated, the scum in this fashion industry dares to step into the door of our fashion association!

The staff heard that her face was a little unable to look. Looking at He Juncheng and others, the expression was like looking at the alien: "This gentleman really has no invitation letter ..."

As soon as the long -haired man heard it, he was even more energetic, and said proudly: "I just say, what benefits he gave you, do you put him in private!"

The staff's aggressive attitude also excited a little anger, and glanced at He Juncheng and others coldly, and then said, "This gentleman is the vice chairman of our Fashion Association.

Today, the host and organizer of this fashion ceremony naturally do not need an invitation letter. May I ask you, is there any problem? "

The moment the staff's voice fell, there was a deadly silent at the scene.

The long -haired men's pride was completely stiff there. He Juncheng's pupils suddenly tightened, so he raised his head, and stared at Ye Mutan ...

On the stage, the body of Shen Mengqi, who watched the lively, was stiff instantly. The delicate face was white, and she looked at Ye Mutan unbelievable ...

The woman just said ... what said?

Vice Chairman of the Fashion Association ...

Ye Mutan?

At this time, He Juncheng, who had finally returned to God, opened his mouth difficultly, "You ... you just ... what did you just say? Who said he was?"

The staff glanced at him in vain, "The new vice chairman of our Fashion Association, Mr. Felix. It is the person you just said without an invitation letter, and the threshold of the fashion association."
Chapter completed!