On the day of the divorce, the CEO’s ex-husband suffered from morning sickness

Liu Jiahui followed him for a while and was sure that this person was the one he saw just now.

It seemed that this person was working as a staff member at the scene and did not leave.

Seeing someone turning into the bathroom, Liu Jiahui thought for a moment and followed him.

She walked into the bathroom and pretended to touch up her makeup in front of the mirror. Then when she saw that there was no one around, she pretended to make a phone call.

"Let me tell you, our warehouse collapsed just now! It's scary!"

"I'm fine, I just ruined some clothes."

"Who says it's not? What a pity! I finally had the opportunity to be on the show, but because of an accident, it was gone."

"However, let me tell you, there is a company called Xianyu who is well prepared. They actually have spare clothes!"

"Tsk, if those two families were so smart, they wouldn't leave in despair."

"Hey, I won't tell you anymore. I have something else to do. I'll talk to you when I get back."

Liu Jiahui pretended to hang up the phone, smiled and left the place quickly.

She had a feeling that those words just now must have been heard by that person word for word.

As for what that person wants to do, it has nothing to do with her.

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At this time, all Xianyu's clothes have been ironed.

Seeing that there were only ten minutes until the time to go on stage, Zhao Yinglian said, "We have to send the clothes backstage for the models to change into."

"Mr. Lu and Luo Yi will stay to pack the remaining things. Mr. Fu will go with me to deliver the clothes."

The other three people nodded and got busy according to their division of labor.

Fu Zihao promised Su Mo to take good care of the clothes, so naturally he was unwilling to break his promise, so he pushed the clothes forward himself.

The shed is not far from the studio.

The two of them walked carefully, fearing that they would accidentally bump into someone.

I met people from other program groups delivering billboards, and the one on them was obviously Lin Yuxi.

Fu Zihao could not help but look twice at Zhao Yinglian.

With just these two glances, an unexpected surprise occurred.

The two of them felt their feet stumble, and they both fell down.

The clothes rack he was holding on also fell to the ground with a crash.

Not only them, but several people around them also tripped and fell.

Fu Zihao watched helplessly as a paint bucket was poured down.

As his mind raced, he remembered what he had said to Su Mo, and knew that if the paint bucket spilled, it would be irreparable.

Ignoring the pain in my feet at the moment, I just pushed forward and tried to stop the paint bucket.

However, as if to specifically oppose him, the paint bucket passed by his fingertips and hit the clothes lying on the ground with a "bang".

The red paint bucket suddenly spread all over the clothes.

A bright red patch.

destroyed.

Fu Zihao fell heavily, his body was covered with spilled red paint, and he was in such a mess.

He stared at the ruined clothes so hard that his back molars were almost broken.

Zhao Yinglian was startled by his appearance and quickly stepped forward, "Mr. Fu, are you okay?"

Fu Zihao ignored her, but suddenly turned his head and looked around, "Who! Who tripped me!"

Just now, he clearly fell because he tripped.

However, he was obviously very careful.

The people around him were startled when they caught his gaze, and waved their hands in denial.

Fu Zihao squinted his eyes and glanced, then turned his head and looked to the other side.

There, the people who passed by them just now and carried the bulletin board also fell to the ground and were helping each other to get up.

Seeing Fu Zihao looking over, they all shook their heads.

Just kidding, they were carrying such a heavy billboard, why would they bother to trip him up?

Unexpectedly, they were all beaten to a state of almost disgrace.

"grass!"

Fu Zihao cursed angrily.

Zhao Yinglian sighed and pulled him up, "Let's talk to Momo and Mr. Lu."

It seems that they really have no chance to win the National Style Award today.