Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Tang Jinglan failed to get through Meng Chu's phone, got out of the car and entered the hospital.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, and his whole body almost merged with the night.

Step into the hospital lobby and go straight to the elevator.

In the middle of the night, the hospital was silent, with a hint of eerieness.

As the floor number increased little by little, his cold face gradually changed a little.

The elevator stopped at the designated floor, and when it opened, he raised his watch to check the time as he stepped out.

There was no one in the corridor.

The dim light stretched the whole space longer, making it look extraordinarily unreal.

Tang Jinglan didn't go far, stopped in front of one of the intensive care units, took out a key from his pocket, opened the door and entered.

At the same time, Johnson was eating wontons in the small market behind the hospital.

Because of the wound on his mouth, he ate very slowly and had to pause from time to time.

There were almost no people on the street in the middle of the morning. After busying him, the boss went into the back room to rest.

At this time, there was a person standing in the dark not far away.

He is Tang Jinglan's man, and he wants to monitor when Qiangsheng returns so that he can tell Tang Jinglan anytime.

Time passed, and after eating a bowl of wontons, Johnson asked the boss to buy a scallion pancake.Although it was full, he still wrapped it in his arms and carried it back to the hospital.

The person watching him called Tang Jinglan when he saw him leave the wonton shop.

Johnson returned to the hospital. When he passed the lobby on the first floor, he passed by Tang Jinglan who came out.

He didn't care, but the other party turned around and gave him a cold look after passing by.

Tang Jinglan didn't even realize that he was jealous of this man, Qiang Sheng, who could accompany Gu Ying in such an ordinary way.

Back in the car, Tang Jinglan didn't ask the driver to start the car immediately, but instead opened the window and lit a cigarette.

In the darkness, blue-gray smoke emitted from the carriage, his falcon-like eyes stared straight at the lighted windows upstairs, and he never looked back for a long time.

**
In the final evaluation of the International Fashion Competition, in the most authoritative convention and exhibition center in Rongcheng, all the participants except the contestants were the industry media.

The next day, after some judges arrived, the originally solemn Baiping living room fell silent instantly.

The dignified Mu Yanzheng stood out from a group of people with status.

Meng Chu, who was sitting below, saw him at a glance, and couldn't help being elated, and he was fascinated.

No wonder Xie Rou thought about him the first time she saw him.

It's hard not to be fascinated by a man as superior as he is.

As everyone arrived and took their seats, a graceful woman in a black professional skirt stepped onto the main podium, read an opening speech, and then translated it into English.

Because there are many foreigners sitting below, they are the organizing committee of the China region of this international competition, and Mu Yanzheng was invited to be a judge entirely because of his status and power in Rongcheng.

After a prologue, pictures of the participating works appeared on the big screen behind the host.

There are three awards in total, gold, silver and bronze.

Six works were judged, and now the final judgment needs to be made by the contestants on the spot.

Just when Meng Chu was full of chances of winning, after six works were released on the big screen, the people below suddenly roared with excitement.

"What's the situation, two duplicates?"

"This is really the first time I've seen this kind of situation. Are all the judges blind and didn't notice it?"

"Plagiarism, one of them copying another's."

……

Meng Chu stared closely at the big screen directly in front of him. The two identical designs were marked with their names.One of them is Meng Chu, and the other is Jiang Enshang.

However, in the face of this plagiarism situation, the judges were all calm.

Although some people whispered to each other, they didn't make any big moves.

Meng Chu never thought that his works were exactly the same as others.

Looking back on that day, she suddenly remembered that when she received a call from Gu Ying, she forgot to turn off the computer.And her design drawing for the competition is on the computer, without a password to keep it secret.

"Everyone, regarding the fact that the entries are the same, let us judge and discuss before making a decision."

When there was a lot of noise off the court, Mr. Mark, sitting in the middle of the jury in the first row, got up with a microphone.

There was a moment of silence on the court, waiting for the judges to give their results.

As the judges got up and left one after another, Meng Chu saw a bright red figure among them.

Gentle? !
Because of the distance, Meng Chu only saw a profile, whose figure looked very much like someone she knew abroad.

If it were her, why would she be a judge? You must know that she knows nothing about fashion design and is not qualified at all.

After a few minutes, the judges returned to their seats one by one.

Mu Yanzheng deliberately glanced at the densely packed people below. He didn't see where Meng Chu was sitting, but he guessed that Meng Chu must be very sad.

The originality designed by oneself is now exactly the same as that of others.No one can accept it.

After sitting down, he felt that someone was watching him.

Mu Yanzheng tilted his head, facing Wen Ya who was separated by several judges.

She grabbed his hand and greeted him with a smile.

With a cold face, Mu Yanzheng turned his gaze.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ya not only didn't get angry, but also smiled more happily when facing the works on the big screen.

"After deliberation among our thirteen judges, three designers were finally selected. From the creativity of their works, we can see how stunning and ingenious they are."

"exaggerate."

Wen Ya crossed her arms, with an arrogant face, and said these two words from her mouth, which attracted the professional judges next to her to glance at her.

"According to the final decision of the judges, the three designers we selected are Meng Chu, Jiang Enshang, and Yan Yan."

As soon as the host's voice fell, the audience suddenly became noisy again.

"Impossible, two duplicates, one obviously plagiarized the other, so this can still win the award? It's too unfair to play us."

"Yeah, we are also contestants, why should we be treated like this. Not all of those judges are professional, and I think several of them were recruited because of money and people."

"I don't agree!"

"I'm not convinced either!"

……

Sitting in the middle, Meng Chu listened to the protests of the few candidates who were closest to her, and was also ready to move.

She wanted to prove that her design was not plagiarized from anyone, but that she came up with it bit by bit.

This is a court dress of the Queen of England in the last century, but she changed the original dull skirt into a cheongsam style.

It's just that she never expected that someone would have the same ideas as her, exactly the same.

"Everyone be quiet."

The host shouted, shaking the field.

She glanced at the crowded field, and smiled softly: "Since everyone has disputes, our review team leader, Mr. Mark, has already figured out a countermeasure. That is to let two of us designers who have repeated designs, present their designs on the spot. made into clothes."

As soon as these words came out, the noise in the audience turned into loud applause.