It was Mrs. Pei who rushed out to hit Si Fuqing.

Zuo Qingya followed and took several photos in a row. She deleted the last few photos and kept only this one.

And just as it happened, Pei Mengzhi, who looked nervous, stood next to Si Fuqing.

It matches her writing very well.

Zuo Qingya usually posts some luxury goods on Weibo. People who follow her know that she is a rich woman and they all flatter her. She enjoys this feeling very much.

In addition, she uses her real name on her Weibo ID, so fans naturally know that she belongs to the Zuo family.

【Si Fuqing, right?】

[I’m convinced, it’s Si Fuqing again, what on earth is she doing? 】

[Is she mentally ill? She even dares to steal Miss Zuo’s fiancé? Interfering in other people’s feelings, what is this but a third party? 】

[Don’t be angry, rich lady sister, let’s help you, let her post a hot search!]

Zuo Qingya felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

The resentment I had received from Si Fuqing these days has been dissipated a lot.

It was already half past eight at this time, which happened to be the time when Si Fuqing would not be online.

This time, the mousses were finally able to arrive as soon as possible.

[How the hell do you have the nerve to jump out? Have you forgotten the video from a while ago? How did you bully Qingqing before? You sent her to the hospital several times! 】

[My wife hasn’t sued you for murdering her, but you are here to force me to do anything.]

[Laughing, my wife doesn’t need a man at all. She is more powerful than a man. Who knows where you got a fiancé from? Hurry up! 】

[What happened to the wealthy family? To be honest, I am a native of Sijiu City. I have never even heard of the Zuo family. 】

With the addition of Mu Si, Zuo Qingya's comments on Weibo skyrocketed.

Afraid that Si Fuqing would go online again to fight against the evil forces, Mu Si's typing speed became faster.

Zuo Qingya had no idea that Si Fuqing's fans would be so competitive.

She was so angry that she threw her phone.

As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy.

Zuo Qingya's vision went dark and she almost fell down.

"Miss Third!" The housekeeper saw it and hurriedly stepped forward and helped her to the sofa. He was very worried and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I, I don't know either." Zuo Qingya was very confused, "I just ate, and I don't usually suffer from hypoglycemia."

She really felt that something was wrong in various aspects recently, and sometimes she would feel an inexplicable coldness in her body.

"Grandpa Butler, where is the temple or something in Lincheng?" Zuo Qingya rubbed her arms, "I, I want to ask for an amulet."

"There is one in the east of the city." The housekeeper replied, "Liu Shan Temple. When the old man was still here, he often went there to offer incense. The old lady had wanted to go there a few days ago, but her health was not good yet."

"Okay, okay." Zuo Qingya said, "I'll go there tomorrow and I'll beg for one for grandma."

The housekeeper smiled: "Miss Third is really thoughtful."

Zuo Qingya went upstairs and contacted the marketing company: "Hey, yes, it's the same as before. I want Si Fuqing to be on the hot search no later than noon tomorrow."

**

Early the next morning.

"Youth Boy" training base.

After just one day's rest, Lin Qingyan rushed over to work.

She has not recovered from her serious illness, her face is still very pale, and she has no energy to teach anything. She can only sit on the chair and watch the trainees train.

Lin Qingyan was also keenly aware that after she lost the challenge she forcibly started, these trainees respected her on the surface, but in fact they were quite resentful.

She never expected that Si Fuqing would easily break her hard work for so long.

"Qingyan, something happened." The manager came over and frowned, "I just contacted Daifei and their makeup line. The person they want to sign is Si Fuqing, who came to the show today."

Lin Qingyan almost lost her grip on the cup: "What's going on? Didn't the company negotiate a while ago and said it would be given to me?"

"There is no way." The agent sighed, "The popularity of your drama has long since passed. Currently, there are several highly popular dramas in the same genre as yours. The top ones will not accept them, so I will give them to you.

It’s time to go to Si Fuqing.”

Lin Qingyan was indeed panicked.

She is still very young at the age of twenty-five, but she is already quite young in the entertainment industry and cannot compare with the endless stream of little flowers and new generation idols.

Especially since she has not yet successfully entered the film and television industry.

Si Fuqing follows the same idol route as her and can completely replace her.

"Forget it, let's avoid it." The manager advised, "Can't we avoid it if we can't afford it? Let's be quiet."

Lin Qingyan squeezed the cup tightly and said nothing.

Next door, Dance Studio No. 2.

Si Fuqing put the last stroke on the drawing board, and she snapped her fingers: "Done, done."

"Let's take a look, let's take a look!" Xu Xiyun ran over, "My Light Battle Uniform!"

Xie Yu pressed his head.

If this outfit was called that, he would rather not wear it.

"What kind of light combat uniform?" Si Fuqing retorted, "This is the Si Si combat uniform produced by Si Si."

Xie Yu: "..."

It's not much better.

"Teacher Si, is it difficult to make this dress?" Xu Xiyun was amazed, "If the material and tailoring are not as good as yours, this is the picture."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a design could be drawn by human hands.

It is simply the right hand of God.

"No, I know exactly who the design draft is for." Si Fuqing said calmly, "I know their craftsmanship well, and it will only be better. If it's not even close, I'll blow their heads off."

Xu Xiyun was trembling.

He didn't know what kind of person's life was so miserable.

Xie Yu also finished reading, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Teacher Si." He suddenly said, "I'm going out for a while. It's a bit boring here."

Si Fuqing waved his hand.

Xie Yu came all the way to the back of the training base and gestured to the grass next to him.

A guard in black jumped out immediately.

He respectfully said: "Master."

"Well, I came in over the wall." Xie Yu raised his eyes, "Did you bring what I wanted?"

"It's all here." The guard in black took out a wooden box and handed it over respectfully, "Inside is the Lan core design draft that you need, Master."

Xie Yu took it.

He opened it and looked at it one by one.

The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.

Lan is a big design brand with flagship stores all over the world and naturally has many designers.

But the core design is different. There are only two or three pictures a year at most, and they are designed by Lan’s core designers.

Every year, Green auctions Lan's core design manuscripts. To enter this auction, you have to spend a combined total of over 100 million on all Lan's companies every year.

Xie Yu knew that just six design manuscripts cost Ms. Xie a total of 600 million yuan.

The design style of these pictures is exactly the same as those painted by Si Fuqing.

Xie Yu sighed softly.

The guard in black was puzzled: "Master, is there anything wrong with this design draft?"

He took it out secretly at the risk of being beaten to death by his wife.

But if you don't take it, your life will be in danger of being beaten to death by the young master.

"No problem." Xie Yu smiled, "I just found an amazing person. It's amazing."

The guard in black was a little surprised.

Xie Yu has always been aloof and arrogant, and no one else can take notice of him, even the young masters and ladies of the same generation of the Yu family.

He was the first to hear such praise from Xie Yu.

Don't know who it is either.

Xie Yu thought thoughtfully: "Ask Ms. Xie, if you have time to give me a little sister to play with? I want her to be beautiful, but she won't be able to do it if she's not pretty."

Guard in black: "???"

He really couldn't understand the young master and his wife's loving motherly and filial piety.

"Madam has been too busy recently to go home." The guard in black was helpless, "Mr. is also very complaining about this."

"That's right, her job, tsk." Xie Yu paused, "I don't want to inherit her job and leave."

The guards in black watched Xie Yu leave, then climbed over the wall and ran away again.

**
To be continued...