Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 957 The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road

   Ou Ximing's hands were tightly clasped, and then gradually loosened.

   After a long time, he suddenly took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a smile that seemed to be mocking and relieved appeared on his face.

"When you said that you wanted to be the most beautiful woman, I was willing to learn styling for you and accompany you to participate in the Miss Hong Kong competition. It was me who made you a school girl little by little, and I helped you win Miss Hong Kong. Champion, but you said it was Liang Chenyi who never gave up on you?"

   "Your current fame, so many people are staring at you and waiting to see your jokes, so you think with me, you will become a joke in the eyes of others, right?"

   Zhao Zimo's face was a little ugly, she bit her lip, and finally said, "...Sorry."

  Ou Ximing finally couldn't help but sneer, "Okay, I see."

   He let out a long sigh, still full of irony overflowing from his throat.

"The doubts that have been in my heart for so long are finally solved, and I finally feel relieved. But I still want to say thank you to you, because of you, I chose to be a stylist, which is also a life for me. A direction has been determined. I feel that I owe you nothing, so I will not be stingy with a thank you. Then in the future..."

  Ou Ximing's eyes suddenly turned a little firm and cold, Zhao Zimo's heart couldn't stop shivering when he saw it, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

   In the panic in my heart, I heard Ou Ximing's bone-chilling voice again:

   "Then from now on, we will return from the bridge to the bridge, the road will return to the road, and we will have nothing to do with each other! You are right, you and I, whether now or in the future, will not be people in the same world."

   Zhao Zimo's face relaxed slightly, "If you can think like this, it would be better."

   Ou Ximing sneered, let out a long sigh, and said nothing.

  In the fitting room, the door was pulled halfway open.

   Lan Xianxian bit her lip tightly and looked at Zhao Zimo and Ou Ximing with a look of resentment.

   "How can this Miss Zhao be so ungrateful, Mr. Ou treats her so well, yet she would say such a thing? It's too much!"

   Shen Fanxing's gaze had long since been withdrawn from the outside, taking care of his dress.

   Unlike Lan Xianxian's righteous indignation, a faint smile appeared on her face.

   "There are always a few very outrageous people that give you the urge to stomp them all under your feet."

   Lan Xianxian clenched her fist tightly and stared at Ou Ximing who was standing sideways. She couldn't fully see the expression on his face, but she couldn't stop the atmosphere and sadness in her heart.

   For Shen Fanxing's words, she just listened to her ears, but didn't digest it.

   Within two minutes, a man in a white ink printed suit pushed the door and entered.

   Mother Zhao saw the man appearing at the door, and looked at Ou Ximing's contemptuous face with a smile instantly. Just as she was about to say hello, the man at the door was surrounded by several people.

   "Are you Director Liang?!"

   "I'm the designer assistant here and I like you very much!"

   "I'm Ahern, the stylist here, Mr. Liang. It's a great honor to meet you. I also participated in the last International beautyexpo, and I was fortunate enough to win the fifth place, but Mr. Liang is still the champion, and I'm convinced."

   Just saw Liang Chenyi, several designers and stylists in the store, several assistants, and even customers, all gathered around.

   Liang Chenyi had a polite and modest smile on his face, but the way he was surrounded by people and treated him with admiration and compliment made his face inevitably reveal a bit of arrogance and arrogance.

   "Mr. Liang's designs for Miss Zi Mo at Fashion Week in the past two years have always been eye-catching and attracted the attention of the international fashion circle. Many internationally renowned designers want to work with you!"

   "At the Paris Autumn/Winter Fashion Week in two days, Mr. Liang's handwriting will surely make Miss Zimo the most dazzling presence in the fashion week."

   "Although I really want to win this year's International beautyexpo championship, but I heard that Mr. Liang also signed up to participate, I am afraid that this year's hopes are very slim."

   Liang Chenyi smiled mildly, "It's a shame, I'm just doing my best, and you too."

   The stylist in the store quickly nodded in flattery, "I hope to have a chance to consult with Mr. Liang."

   Liang Chenyi took it, then raised his head, glanced around, and finally landed on Zhao Zimo, who was beside him.

  The people around saw this and withdrew with interest.

   Under Liang Chenyi's gaze, a hint of shame appeared on Zhao Zimo's face.

   Mother Zhao patted her hand with relief, and watched Liang Chenyi step by step towards here with a smile.

   Then he looked at Ou Ximing standing next to him and shook his head.

"You see, Xi Ming, this is the difference between you and Chen Yi. Zi Mo is a star that everyone is watching, and Chen Yi is a well-respected and well-known international stylist. The two of them are the best match. And you..."

   An unstoppable contempt flashed on his face again.

   "Mom, Zimo..."

  Liang Chenyi was already standing in front of him at this moment, and greeted Mother Zhao and Zi Mo with a smile.

   Finally, he looked up, as if he had just seen Ou Ximing, with a surprise on his face.

   "Senior brother? What a coincidence to meet you here! Why did you come to Pingcheng?"

   Ou Ximing looked at him coldly without saying a word.

  Liang Chenyi raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Zimo into his arms, raised his hand and brushed the hair on her temples behind her ears.

   "Or did you come to attend my wedding with Momo? Senior brother is really interested."

   Ou Ximing glanced at him blankly, "Congratulations."

   Liang Chenyi raised his eyebrows and smiled disapprovingly.

   whispered to Zhao Zimo in his arms, "Have you picked a wedding dress yet?"

   Zhao Zimo shook his head, and the clerk immediately said:

   "The wedding area is not here, you two, please come with me."

  Ou Ximing watched a man and a woman hug and leave, and walked towards the second floor without any emotion on his face.

  Mother Zhao snorted coldly from the side, and finally followed the two and left.

  Ou Ximing closed his eyes deeply. Ahern, the stylist who had been complimenting Liang Chenyi just now, didn't know when he appeared. He glanced in Liang Chenyi's direction and asked Ou Ximing again:

   "You are also a stylist?"

  Ou Ximing slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, "Well."

   "You know Mr. Liang."

"do not know."

  Ahern frowned and looked him up and down with contempt.

   "Also, you are an unknown and unknown person, how could you possibly know the famous Mr. Liang?"

   After he finished speaking, he was about to chase after Liang Chenyi and others, but the door of the store was opened again at this time.

  Yu Song took the lead in pushing the door and came in, holding the door in his hand, standing to the side respectfully.

   Immediately afterwards, a tall and straight figure walked in with steady steps.

   (end of this chapter)