The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Su Mowan just smiled lightly at Su Yanran's biting like a mad dog.

It seemed that Su Yanran was nothing worth mentioning at all, and didn't deserve to be taken seriously by her.

Su Mowan said quietly: "Su Yanran, it was you who stole my design drawings, and it was you who wanted to ruin my reputation on such an important occasion, so you insisted on filing a case for investigation and calling the police.

I just did as you said. You dig a hole a little bit, and you end up hurting yourself. What do you have to do with others?You have harmed me several times, but now you have to blame yourself! "

"Officer, please check it carefully, Miss Su has more than just plagiarism."

The police officer nodded: "Don't worry, we will enforce the law impartially and never condone crime."

After finishing speaking, he escorted Su Yanran towards the door.

Su Yanran struggled frantically, and said hysterically, "Su Mowan, you bitch..."

The sound gradually faded away until it disappeared.

Su Mowan looked at the booth and said, "Chairman Guo, can my show continue?"

Guo Chong pondered slightly: "Yes, but those dresses have already been shown, even if you show them again, the effect will not be very good..."

He just hates plagiarism, not Su Mowan.

So after finding out the truth, Guo Chong did not continue to target Su Mowan, but analyzed it objectively.

"Chairman Guo, this dress is just one of my "Legend of the Dragon" series. I also designed other series of "Legend of the Dragon". In fact, I made two sets of proposals for this show. I can execute Plan B?"

Su Mowan blinked playfully.

Guo Chong couldn't help but look at the little girl in front of him in surprise.

This girl is smart but not impetuous, talented but not ostentatious, gentle and elegant but not cold, thoughtful but kind, she really becomes more and more likable the more she looks at her.

Li Qiuyang snorted through his nostrils: "You don't hesitate to favor that plagiarist, but the real original author is moaning!"

Guo Chong was angry: "Who said I hesitated, I was thinking that there is only half time left. If there is not enough time, I will give my half-time show to the little girl."

Su Mowan was stunned. For such a world-renowned show, Mr. Guo actually scrambled to give her half of his precious show time.

If he can go on the catwalk with Mr. Guo, it will definitely shock the entire fashion circle, and his value will immediately take off!

Su Mowan was very moved.

Maxima is common but bole is rare. It is very lucky to have such a good teacher.

Li Qiuyang was also surprised, and then returned to his cold and arrogant look, humming: "You still have a little conscience, you didn't ruin the little girl!"

In fact, he also planned to save half of his show for Su Mowan. After all, he was the daughter of his best friend, so he couldn't see "death" without saving him.

Su Mowan said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Guo, thank you, Mr. Li, but I only prepared three sets of dresses in my plan b, and I have enough time."

Guo Chong nodded and re-arranged.

The music sounded again, and the models walked onto the catwalk wearing the "Legend of the Dragon Palace" series of high-end models designed by Su Mowan.

The model wore a delicate and luxurious haute couture dress. The delicate and soft folds and three-dimensional tailoring showed graceful curves. The layered skirt with lotus leaf and blue and white porcelain elements seemed to return to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The demeanor refreshes everyone.

The noisy venue fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were firmly attracted.

The bigwigs from the Fashion Design Association saw it, and they all praised this is the real Huaguo style high-end!

The last outfit display was over, and Su Mowan walked up to the catwalk with the models to call the curtain.

At this time, sitting in the center of the first row of the show stand, dressed in a dark blue cheongsam, wearing a pearl necklace, the white-haired and elegant grandma stared at Su Mowan for a moment, her eyes full of words. shocked.

Su Mowan expressed his gratitude gracefully and gently. At this moment, suddenly a little boy about four years old behind the stands held his neck and made a pained look, as if he was going to vomit but couldn't, his face flushed red.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xiu Zhan or the celebrities, but no one noticed the little boy.

The little boy couldn't breathe well, his face turned purple, and he knelt on the ground in pain, clutching his neck.

"Sorry, please wait a moment!" Su Mowan's words of thanks came to an abrupt end.

She suddenly rushed down the catwalk and rushed towards the back of the crowd.

Everyone looked puzzled and followed her.

I saw Su Mowan rushing behind the little boy, crossing his hands on the boy's navel, and striking backward hard...

This is the Heimlich first aid method, which is mainly used for acute airway obstruction and foreign body obstruction.

The white-haired grandmother also followed everyone's gaze, and when she saw the little boy, she stood up in shock.

"Qing Rui!" The white-haired grandma exclaimed, and walked over there.

Only then did the bodyguard rush over from the outside in a hurry, as if he had been looking for it for a long time, his head was covered with sweat.

"Little Master!"

"Cough...vomit..." The little boy retched, spat out a piece of jelly from his throat, followed by a violent cough, and cried out in fright.

The white-haired grandma hurried over, grabbed the little boy's arm and said, "Ruirui, are you okay? How do you feel now?"

When the little boy saw his grandma, his panic subsided a little, and he gradually stopped crying.

He was wearing suspenders, exquisite leather shoes, and his chubby little face was incredibly beautiful.

The eyes are red, and there are still tears on the eyelashes, which is so cute that it makes people's hearts melt.

The little boy looked at Su Mowan, blinking his watery eyes: "Sister, you saved me."

Su Mowan squatted down and looked him at the same level: "How do you feel now? Is your breathing smooth?"

As she spoke, she leaned over the boy's chest and listened for any noise in his breathing.

The little boy was itchy by Su Mowan's hair, and he giggled: "Sister, it's so itchy, I'm ticklish..."

Only then did Su Mowan realize that he was getting too close.

The bodyguard guarded the little boy and the old lady vigilantly, as if ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Su Mowan only noticed the white-haired grandma at this moment.

Grandma squatted next to the little boy, her eyes fixed on Su Mowan's face.

Su Mowan thought that the old lady was dissatisfied with the little boy's overly intimate behavior, so she quickly explained:

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure the child had coughed up everything in the trachea, luckily everything is fine..."

The white-haired grandma also breathed a sigh of relief, and then she asked a completely irrelevant question: "Girl, who is your father?"

Su Mowan was taken aback, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Father is the pain she can never speak.

She looked at the white-haired grandma.

The old lady is very kind, and the absolute elegance of her youth can be vaguely seen on her wrinkled face.

A tailor-made cheongsam, with exquisite hand-embroidered embroidery, is so well-made that it can be called seamless, it must have come from the hands of a very powerful fashion design master.

How could such a dignified and elegant old lady ask such an abrupt question?

However, Su Mowan didn't feel offended. It might be because the old grandma's eyes were too sincere and longing, or it might be the faint sadness that flashed away in the old grandma's eyes.

On the contrary, Su Mowan felt an inexplicable intimacy.

She tried her best to search all her memories, but she couldn't remember who this old grandma was.

In her previous life, she had no interaction with the old grandma.

Su Mowan looked at the reporters around him, and countless cameras and cameras were facing them.

She said modestly and politely: "I'm very sorry, it may not be convenient to answer your question now."

The white-haired grandma also found that she had lost her composure, so she returned to her usual appearance and said kindly:

"Don't be sorry, I was abrupt, your design is great, I like it very much."

When the people around heard the old lady's praise of Su Mowan, they showed expressions of surprise and envy.

Because the old lady is the executive chairman of the French Haute Couture and Fashion Federation, and her family is also the Xiao family, one of the top wealthy families in Huaguo.