"It's not that we want to speak of her in such a tone, it's because what Murong Rong did went too far. Designer Song, you probably haven't read the news on the Internet yet. This Murong Rong even cheated a teenage child out of his money.
I really don’t know how poor she is, it’s just a disgrace to our fashion designers.”
"That's right, Murong Rong probably died of poverty in his last life, otherwise how could he do such a thing?"
"No matter how poor you are, you can't cheat a child. Did you see how the girl's mother was crying? How will the orphans and widowers live in the future?"
"I really don't know why Murong Rong went out so arrogantly today. Aren't you ashamed?"
"If she knew what shame was, she wouldn't do such a thing."
"Everyone, please stop saying a few words. If Murong Rong remembers this and blows the wind in Mr. Rong's ears, we will all be in trouble."
"Heh, let her blow it away. Are there so many of us still afraid of her?"
Something flashed across Song Hongfeng's eyes quickly, and immediately her face was filled with anger: "What's going on with you people? How can you say that? You don't know anything. Rong Rong is not that kind of person at all.
!Those things on the Internet are all nonsense!”
After Song Hongfeng finished speaking, she took Murong Rong's arm and said, "Rong Rong, let's go in quickly and ignore these people. These people are just jealous of your excellence and jealous that you won first place last time. Let's ignore them."
The faces of the people around were a little ugly, but they didn't dare to say anything because of Song Hongfeng's status.
Waiting until they left, he couldn't help but muttered: "What, what's so great about it."
Murong Rong and Song Hongfeng came out and were about to go to the waiting hall when a group of reporters rushed in.
When they saw Song Hongfeng, their eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ms. Song, you have won the title of Best Designer of Golden Scissors abroad before. It can be said that you have become famous. Now that you have returned to China, why do you come to participate in this fashion competition?"
"Ms. Song, I heard that you plan to develop in China in the future. What made you suddenly make this decision?"
"Ms. Song, I heard that you already have someone you like. Can we ask who this lucky man is?"
Song Hongfeng is dignified, elegant and decent: "I will participate in this competition because the fashion design competition is the top competition in the country. In my heart, its status is no worse than the Golden Scissors.
It is true that I will stay in China to develop my career because of a person, but due to various reasons I cannot disclose it now. When one day, I will be in love with him, I will let everyone know as soon as possible."
"Wow, it's love that lasts forever. It seems that Miss Song really loves each other. I really don't know what kind of young talent he is. Most people are not worthy of Miss Song."
"Am I the only one who is looking forward to Miss Song's work? Miss Song's award-winning work in Golden Scissors caused a grand event that is still talked about today. This is her first appearance after returning to China, and it is bound to be a blockbuster."
When Song Hongfeng saw all the reporters chasing after her, she quickly said: "Don't worry about interviewing me. There are countless amazing designers in this competition. For example, Murong Rong next to me is not only
He won first place in the preliminary round and has opened a personal studio with excellent results. He is the player I admire the most."
The reporters then turned their attention to Murong Rong, but unlike when they faced Song Hongfeng, when the reporters spoke, their words instantly became as sharp as a knife.
"Ms. Mu, netizens say they want to donate money to you so that you can change your money-hungry nature. What do you think of this?"
"Miss Mu, everyone is very curious, are you really so poor that you can't even afford a child's money?"
"Miss Mu, are you desperate to be with Mr. Rong because you don't care about shame at all?"
Murong Rong looked over and looked at the reporter with provocative eyes and said softly: "You asked a very good question. When the game is over, I will ask Rong Jiuci if he has no regard for any shame and 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?"
"Maybe it's Rong Jiuci's preference."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Everyone wanted to refute Murong Rong.
Why should Murong Rong, a woman with no family background or background, who had been married before and lived with other men for five years, be favored by Rong Jiuci?
But they couldn't find anything to refute.
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 like a knife.
What an idiot. He didn't even know how to ask questions. He let Murong Rong shine in vain and even tied her to Rong Jiuci. It was simply intolerable.
The reporter had a cold war and continued to ask: "Miss Mu, do you have anything to say about this competition? Do you think you are qualified to continue to be first in the preliminary round compared with Miss Song?"
"From the moment you asked this question, I am qualified."
reporter:"……"
If you answer this way, don’t you think you are too shameless?
Murong Rong ignored his complaints and took the opportunity to walk into the waiting hall.
Song Hongfeng followed Murong Rong and said apologetically: "Rong Rong, I'm sorry. I just wanted everyone to get to know you better. I didn't expect the reporter to ask you such embarrassing questions."
"It doesn't matter. I don't think there's anything embarrassing about it. The people who are unhappy should be those who think they can make me look bad through reporters.
"Haha, that's right." Song Hongfeng agreed stiffly.
If she hadn't confirmed it, Murong Rong would never have known that this was all her arrangement, and she would have felt that Murong Rong was contemplating her.
But even so, Song Hongfeng felt very unhappy inside, just like everyone thought. She wanted to ask, why should Murong Rong do this?
With her face? Or with the piece of meat in her belly?
Song Hongfeng's eyes subconsciously passed over Murong Rong's still flat belly, with malice like a poisonous snake hidden in her eyes.
At this moment, Murong Rong suddenly turned his eyes and looked over.
Song Hongfeng immediately put away the expression on her face and looked at her doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just suddenly thought that you have been protecting me like this today, and I haven't thanked you yet."
"What's the point?" Song Hongfeng smiled: "We are friends, this is what we should be doing."
"Friend?" Murong Rong smiled.
Song Hongfeng was a little unhappy by Murong Rong's attitude, but she couldn't help it, so she was ready to tell Murong Rong something else.
Who knew that he was stopped just as he was about to speak.
"Shh-"
Murong Rong pressed her fingers on her lips, signaling Song Hongfeng to silence: "It's game time."