The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Only then did Sang Ran notice that Miss Chen was different today.

No wonder she had a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity. The last time she met Mi Sichen, he was completely without makeup, but today he had light makeup on his face.

The makeup is not as complicated as that of girls, but it is more refined than ordinary men's makeup.

Sang Ran is still standing in the corridor of the 6th floor, which is Sun Yi's exclusive floor.

If nothing unexpected happens...

Thinking of this, Sang Ran asked in surprise: "Are you Sun Yi's makeup artist?"

"Yes. Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to tell Yan Qi about this matter." He then asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sang Ran briefly told the story.

Miss Chen waved her hand: "I saw you hanging your head just now and thought something happened. This is easy. Just pretend to be my intern assistant and follow me in."

Sang Ran hesitated: "It won't affect you, right?"

"No." Miss Chen's voice was shrill, but she was straightforward. "Although Sun Yi has a bit of a temper, she's not completely unreasonable."

He said, "You will follow me later, but I can only take you in, the rest is up to you."

Sang Ran grasped the key point in his words: "Go with you?"

Miss Chen fiddled with her nails and walked towards the elevator with Sang Ran: "Sun Yi is now shooting on location, a coffee commercial. She just arrived. I'll go over and put on her makeup now."

As he spoke, he raised the makeup case in his hand and shook it.

Sang Ran was delighted and thanked him repeatedly.

There is always a way out.

No matter how hard she racked her brains, she could not imagine that Miss Chen was Sun Yi's personal makeup artist.

The two took a taxi to the cafe where Sun Yi was filming.

This is an international chain coffee shop, with a very eye-catching green logo on the door. The area around it is blocked to prevent strangers from sneaking in.

There were quite a few people gathered at the door, mostly middle-aged men wearing black windbreakers and baseball caps. They hadn't started working yet, some were talking, some were chatting, and the photographer was adjusting the camera parameters.

Because she was just exposed, Sang Ran is still frightened. She tries to reduce her presence as much as possible, and follows Miss Chen closely with her head down.

It’s just that everyone in the group might know Miss Chen, and a few people came up to him to say hello, and he naturally responded.

A photographer happened to need to test the lighting of people. Their intrusion made his eyes light up, and he shouted to the two people:

"Come on, turn around and help me test the light."

Sang Ran’s body stiffened.

Miss Chen noticed it, gave her a comforting look, and then generously pulled Sang Ran back.

Sang Ran could only force a smile and forced himself to be a tool.

The photographer nodded with satisfaction after looking at the picture: "Ms. Chen, this girl is quite photogenic. Who is she to you?"

"A new intern."

After Ms. Chen replied, she took Sang Ran and walked straight into the coffee shop.

Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, the cafe seems particularly spacious, with retro wooden tables and chairs arranged neatly, which is very stylish.

Miss Chen did not take Sang Ran to continue walking inside. He pointed to a narrow wooden staircase and said, "Sun Yi should be upstairs. You go up and talk to her first. I can't accompany you."

Sang Ran thanked him again.

She adjusted her breathing and tried to keep herself in the best condition possible, then walked towards the stairs.

The staircase led to the rooftop terrace. As soon as Sang Ran popped his head out, he saw a woman lying on a lounge chair upstairs.

She was holding a cell phone as if she was making a call. Because of her side-lying position, her body curve was S-shaped, and every move exuded charming charm.

Sang Ran walked closer. The woman heard the noise and glanced at her. She didn't show any surprise and continued talking to the person on the other end of the phone.

Sun Yi's tone was obviously a little impatient: "I won't go. I'm not a professional in the fashion circle. Wouldn't it be a joke if I went there? It's embarrassing enough to think about it."

"Then tell me, what am I going to do? I'm surrounded by the most authoritative judges from abroad. Let's not talk about whether I have the ability to be a judge. The main thing is that I have to represent China. How many Chinese designers can make it to the end?"

She seemed to have some argument with the person on the other end of the phone, so she simply sat up and argued with the person.

"I don't care. It's too embarrassing."

She suddenly exclaimed, "The penalty is so expensive? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Sun Yi was so angry that she hung up the phone and threw it on the table beside her.

As if she hadn't recovered yet, she muttered to herself, "Will I be laughed at by foreigners? Just thinking about it will attract a lot of haters."

She let out a breath, glanced around and saw Sang Ran, whom she had just ignored.

Sun Yi looked Sang Ran up and down and asked, "Who are you?"

Sang Ran already felt a little regretful when he heard her conversation with that person just now. He didn't check the auspicious day before going out today. How come he went out when she was in a bad mood?

She stiffened her neck and introduced herself: "Hello, Ms. Sun, I am Sang Ran, a designer at Only Company..."

Sang Ran obviously overestimated Sun Yi's patience. Before she could finish, Sun Yi said impatiently, "If you have anything, please find my assistant."

Sang Ran choked.

She ignored the displeasure on Sun Yi's face and continued to tell the story: "I believe that Alim's exclusive fashion show is also very important to you. I am the designer responsible for designing the clothes this time, Sang Ran."

Sun Yi seemed to have some impression: "Is it the one that was on the hot search a while ago?"

Sang Ran was stunned for a second, then he didn't mind at all and admitted frankly: "It's me."

"Ms. Sun, you are an artist, so you should be able to understand the falsehood of the rumors on the hot search better than I do." Sang Ran decided to change his strategy. "I have observed your fan base and studied your body advantages. If you are willing to let me be the chief designer this time, I promise that I can design a fashion show for you that will stand out from the crowd."

After hearing this, Sun Yi chuckled disdainfully and glanced at Sang Ran.

"You?" She casually flicked her hair, "I don't have time to play with you."

She then said nonchalantly: "Do you think I care whether public opinion is true or false? I don't care what the truth is. As long as you are at risk, I won't use you."

"I believe you have no better choice."

Sang Ran did not back down at all because of her words, and her aura was no less powerful than Sun Yi's.

When Sun Yi heard her say this, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes. She slowly moved her legs down and put them on the edge of the chair.

"What a big tone." Sun Yi finally looked Sang Ran in the eye, "Who gave you the courage?"

Sang Ran looked at her with a faint smile: "At least in China, it's hard to find a designer more professional than me."

She remained unyielding: "Miss Sun is afraid of losing fans? Then do you dare to take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

“Use a 20% loss rate to bet on an 80% gain rate.”