her lower abdomen, dizziness, and severe discomfort all over her body. Both eyelids were extremely heavy, so she closed them and fell asleep again in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, I vaguely heard the door open.

Footsteps came in.

The voice of people talking is vaguely mixed, vague and unreal.

Someone removed the quilt covering her face again, Shang Mengmeng still closed her eyes, but her brows were unconsciously frowned—the bright light disturbed her sleep.

The family doctor looked at the number on the ear thermometer and said, "Infusion is needed."

Mu Cheng stood beside the bed, his eyebrows twisted into a "Chuan" and nodded.

There was a sickly blush on the woman's face, and her eyes were closed. He stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, only to realize that the girl's face was really small, not as big as one of his palms.

Palm against her skin. The temperature was scorching hot, and it was indeed a fever.

At this moment, Shang Mengmeng opened her eyes, and by coincidence, she met those cold, dark eyes. Their eyes met, she was a little dazed, he reached out to rub her head and smiled.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Shang Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, "Ah?" Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain came from the back of her hand, she was unprepared, and immediately gasped, "My day!" Mu Cheng nodded,

faintly Yes, "It looks very scary."

Shang Mengmeng was speechless, watching the family doctor fix the needle and hang the bottle in silence, and then took some medicine from the medicine box and handed it to Xiaoling, explaining the usage and dosage.

"..." She closed her eyes and calmed down, then pulled herself together and emphasized righteously: "I was not prepared just now." "

The little girl didn't cry when she got the injection, that's not bad." Mu Cheng said casually.

She was silent, speechless.

Not long after, he picked up the pomegranate that Aunt Huo had brought up before, sat down on the edge of the bed, bowed his head, and peeled the pomegranate with a knife.

Shang Mengmeng's gaze was attracted unconsciously.

The handle of the knife rests on the tiger's mouth, and the pads of the thumb and index finger rest on the body of the knife. She remembered that these positions on a man's hand had the most calluses.

Shang Mengmeng got better after a night of sleep, looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Has anyone ever said that you look good with a knife?"

Mu Cheng curved his lips, half jokingly, "It's even better to hold a gun "

"..." She raised her eyebrows, "Hey, do you still carry a gun with you now?"

He glanced at her, "Who said that?"

"Yi Lao San." Shang Mengmeng raised the infusion He carefully moved his left hand closer to him, and said in a low voice, "Hey, where did you grab it? Take it out and show me."

Mu Cheng smiled half-smile, "If you take it out, what should I do if the gun goes off?"

Hearing that he meant something else, Shang Mengmeng's already hot face became even hotter. old rascal.

After a while, the pomegranate skin was peeled off, revealing the ruddy and plump flesh.

Mu Cheng broke off some and put them in his palm, and said, "Open your mouth."

Shang Mengmeng said "ah", and was fed a handful of pomegranate grains into his mouth. She closed her mouth and chewed, rubbing her soft lips against his fingers, intentionally or not.

"..." Mu Cheng squeezed her chin hard: "I'm not honest when I'm sick."

She pouted, glanced at his outfit, remembered something, and frowned: "Didn't you just say that you were in the company? I just heard Wrong?"

"Come back."

"..." Shang Mengmeng was really shocked, "You made a special trip to come back? Oh no, I just had a cold and pain, you are too exaggerated." Serving the emperor I don't bring such a thing.

Mu Cheng was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, with a slight self-mockery in his tone, "I'm a little flustered. I'm afraid you won't be able to see me when you're sick, and you'll cry." "Tomorrow I'll come over in the morning to give the

young lady an infusion."

The family doctor packed up the bottle, turned and left.

After transfusing the two bags of liquid, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is warm.

Shang Mengmeng's fever has not subsided, but she still gritted her teeth and got up, washed and changed clothes.

Mu Cheng leaned against the wall with his arms around his shoulders, watched the woman tossing silently, and finally said expressionlessly: "You are not allowed to go anywhere."

She was silent, went to hook his neck, raised her head and let it fall on his cheek A kiss, like coaxing a child, "Hey, don't make trouble. There will be a press conference tonight."

He frowned, his eyes darkened, "You are still sick."

"Work while sick~" Shang Mengmeng pulled away On the door of the cupboard, slender fingertips slid across a pile of clutch bags that hadn't yet been tagged, selected a classic model, and turned to wink at him, with a playful tone: "Someone in the hot search tonight must have praised me for my professionalism~" Mu

Cheng Staring at her, he pursed his lips.

Shang Mengmeng was a little embarrassed, "I know you're worried about me, but there's nothing I can do. I'm the spokesperson, and I can't be absent from this press conference." She stepped on her high heels and smiled, "It's okay. I'll bring the medicine with me Come, I will eat on time."

After she finished speaking, she picked up her bag and turned to leave.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the skyscrapers of Century Center in City B.

The red carpet stretched for miles, luxury cars parked one after another, and celebrities gathered. The reporters at the entrance of the venue almost formed a three-circle human wall, and the flashes cut through the night sky without any gaps.

Ramu has such charisma.

For this world-renowned first-line brand, every time a new product is released, it will inevitably become a major event that stirs up the fashion industry.

Another famous car stopped. The car door opened, and a beautiful figure dazzled the night sky.

The dress is the purest royal blue, slim and mermaid, gorgeous but not vulgar. The stunning beauty got out of the car with the help of the assistant, raised her eyes and glanced around, with a smile on her face.

The photographers were stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the shutter was pressed several times, and the white light shone almost to the silver sea.

Someone was surprised: "Who is this?"

Immediately someone answered: "This time the spokesperson of Ramu in Asia. She is a rookie."

She walked up the long ladder slowly with her skirt in her hand, with a smile on her lips, her demeanor was elegant and calm.

In the crowd of people, a line of sight fell straight on the sapphire blue figure.

"Sister Wei, Shang Mengmeng is here."

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Chapter 63

"Sister Wei, Shang Mengmeng is here."

A man's voice came out of the receiver, suppressed, forbearing, and with complicated emotions.

"Understood." The woman responded lightly.

The location of Ramu's press conference was chosen in the Century Center skyscraper. At the scene, the clothes are fragrant, the lights are bright, the T-shaped stage is simple and elegant, and more lenses and cameras are placed on both sides of the T-stage, waiting for a feast.

Looking around, the show area is brighter than the gorgeous lights.

Media workers, stars, designers, fashion tycoons. The women are glamorous and charming with light makeup and heavy makeup, while the men are handsome, elegant, polite, and smiling like flowers.

As a first-line supermodel in China, the first sister of Shangyu was naturally invited to attend.

In the front row of the show area, a beauty in white was particularly eye-catching. Many reporters gathered around her, taking the time before the opening to conduct interviews. "Miss Yao Wei, I heard that the designer of

Ramu personally handed you an invitation letter for this show?"

"Jennifer Portman and I are old friends."

"As far as we know, the actress who was invited to watch the show the year before last has a great chance of becoming the spokesperson in the next year. Does Ramu want you to be the spokesperson for next year?"

" I don’t know much about this.” Yao Wei curled his lips, “But Ramu Fang and my team have been in contact for some time.” “

Before the announcement of this year’s spokesperson, many outsiders speculated that it would be you. In the end, it was Gui Another rookie in the company, what do you think?"

Yao Wei's face changed slightly when the words fell.

The manager next to him immediately interrupted, "This year's spokesperson has been confirmed, Miss Yao Wei is inconvenient to answer your question." Yao Wei

waved his hand, smiling unabated, "It's okay, there's nothing hard to say about it." After a pause, he continued in an ordinary tone, "The current environment in the circle is different from ours at that time. Apart from their own conditions and professionalism, there are many things that newcomers can use. Resources change owners, and they also It's nothing unusual."

The profession of journalist is best at hearing the meaning between the lines, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay—by saying this, Yao Wei was clearly mocking the rookie who robbed him of resources through improper means.

"Then..."

Someone wanted to ask something, but a burst of cheers came from the door.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

The sound of "clicking" continued, and the white light of the camera flickered crazily, almost intertwined into a sea. Surrounded by assistants and managers, the young woman entered slowly, with a light smile, waving her hands from time to time.

Photographers kept shouting loudly in different languages: "Miss Shang Mengmeng, look this way!"

Yao Wei raised his eyes and squinted them.

Shang Mengmeng is beautiful tonight.

Ramu's haute couture dress was tailor-made for her, with excellent tailoring, which perfectly outlined the graceful figure. Her skin tone is ivory porcelain white, which is extremely rare among Asians, so she can easily control whether it is a royal blue fishtail suit or a cool retro red lipstick.

The works of the world's top designers are vividly beautiful on that body.

"Shang Mengmeng, is she the spokesperson for this year?"

The reporters who were interviewing in the venue looked at each other, then smiled at Yao Wei, "Miss Yao Wei, I missed you. Thank you." Go in the first row.

That position has always belonged to Ramu's top management, designers, and the annual state spokespersons.

Yao Wei unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip of water, his eyes became cold.

This year, it was the fourth time she sat in the third row.

This year, everyone thought she would sit in the front row in a fair manner.

This year, Shang Mengmeng appeared.

"..." Yao Wei quietly looked at the slender figure in front of him, expressionless. Not long after, she raised her mobile phone and made a call, saying in a deep voice, "Are those entertainment reporters here?"

The other end of the phone replied: "Here."

"Have you explained all the questions you want to ask?"

"Already explained."

"Okay, very good." Yao Wei smiled very slowly, "I've already made arrangements. Bring them in through entrance C." Tonight's press conference was even

bigger than Shang Mengmeng imagined.

In the sea of ​​white flashing lights, the corners of her mouth froze with a smile, her mind was a little dizzy, she still clenched her teeth and tried her best to hold on, patiently answering the reporters' questions.

"Miss Shang Mengmeng, I heard that you are an artist under Shanghai Entertainment, so this time you got the endorsement of Ramu, is there also the company's help?" She smiled, "That's for

sure, I am very grateful to the company for cultivating me. "

They were all insignificant questions, and Shang Mengmeng dealt with them quite comfortably with an official accent.

Not long after, the male host's thick and magnetic voice filled the venue, bilingual: "Ladies and gentlemen, there are still fifteen minutes before the press conference. Please return to your seat, thank you." The reporters had no choice but

to Put away the camera and recording pen, say goodbye to Shang Mengmeng, and leave.

The originally noisy venue gradually became quieter.

Shang Mengmeng said a lot in the interview just now, and the fever has not subsided, and her mouth is very dry. Just as she was about to ask Bai Xiaoyi in the back row for water, she might as well have been slapped heavily on the shoulder.

She was startled, turned her head, and saw a handsome and familiar face, grinning at her like a flower.

"Lai Lai?" She exclaimed and laughed, "Are you there too? Where is your position?"

Kleist pouted and glanced at the seat next to her.

Shang Mengmeng looked sideways. On the back of the chair is a piece of paper with the name of the seat owner: Crist Austin.

The handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat down with a calm expression.

She was suspicious, "Didn't it mean that only designers and high-level executives can sit here?"

Kleist rolled his eyes at her, "I am also a member of Ramu's board of directors, why can't I sit here?" Then he teased her and said, "Go, I'll take you to say hello to the other people in the row."

Touching the skin on her wrist, she said again: "Why are you so hot?"

Shang Mengmeng coughed, and said helplessly, "I have a fever. I had an infusion in the afternoon, and it hasn't finished yet."

Kleist frowned, "If you have a fever, stay at home. What kind of conference are you attending?"

"It's not good to be absent ." Well. You also know that the pens of those reporters can crush people to death. Someone must write scribbles." "Who

dares to write scribbles, my brother won't kill him?"

"..." Shang Mengmeng held his forehead and said after a while, " I said, you guys have been doing good for a long time, okay? Can you stop being so violent?"

While talking, the press conference kicked off with a commercial.

On the huge screen directly above the venue, Kathmandu, Nepal. Ancient temples, ascetics. In the crowded Durbar Square, devout girls chasing faith.

It's an ad shot by Shang Meng Meng.

She watched quietly, and she thought of Mu Cheng smoking in the backyard of the ancient temple.

Vicissitudes, experience, an old man with a past and a story...

She pursed her lips and smiled.

After the end of the commercial, the next link is the speech by chief designer Jude Pitt.

Not long after, the sweet and melodious hostess rang out and said, "Thanks to the designer Jude Pitt for his speech - next, let's invite Ramu's Asian brand spokesperson, Ms. Shang Mengmeng!" Applause broke out in the

audience .

Shang Mengmeng took a deep breath.

Kleist said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, take it easy, just take a photo on stage. There will be a questioning session for reporters later, it will only take ten minutes, so don't be nervous." After chasing the light and lighting it up, in a beam of dazzling white

, Shang Mengmeng resisted the discomfort in her body, got up calmly with a smile on her face, walked onto the stage slowly, walked to the center of the stage, and stood beside the huge Ramu logo.

Countless cameras were aimed at her, and in an instant, every frown and smile was frozen into eternity.

The TV station simultaneously broadcast everything at the press conference. In the center of City B, on the largest LED screen in the country, that gorgeous face caught everyone's eyes.

Not long after, the host continued the process with a smile, "Next is the questioning session."

A staff member handed Shang Mengmeng the microphone, and she took it with both hands.

Then, "Miss Shang Mengmeng, I'm a reporter from Colo Magazine."

"Hello."

"Before you, Ramu had never used a newcomer as a new spokesperson. In your opinion, what attracted you to Ramu?"

Shang Meng Meng thought about it seriously, and said, "The most important criterion for Ramu's selection of spokespersons in the Asian region is to have oriental temperament. Probably I am more in line." Several reporters raised their hands to ask questions, all related to this

endorsement , Shang Mengmeng responded with kindness.

The host reminded, "Due to time constraints, there is one last reporter friend who can ask Miss Shang."

Shang Mengmeng turned her head and coughed a few times.

Chen Yue watched worriedly from below, and told Bai Xiaoyi in a low voice, "Your sister Mengmeng still has a fever. When she comes down later, you immediately send her the medicine.

" man.

Shang Mengmeng cleared her throat, and greeted with the microphone, "Hello."

The man said in a deep voice, "Hello, Miss Shang. There was a huge car accident in City B yesterday, and it was rumored that it was you who intervened in Meng's CEO and The affection of the daughter of the Song family caused the two to break off their engagement, and Ms. Song's insanity led to a catastrophe, is there such a thing?" "...

"

The audience fell silent for a moment, and then boiled like an explosion.

Shang Mengmeng frowned, raised the microphone and was about to speak, but was interrupted by that person: "According to people familiar with the matter, your father was addicted to drugs and died of a drug overdose not long ago. In order to pay off the huge drug debt, you have to Not to be a mistress to a wealthy businessman in city B. Moreover, you also obtained this endorsement through this wealthy businessman. Is it true?" Drug addict, drug overdose, drug debt

, mistress.

Words are sharp and clear.

Yao Wei watched leisurely, his smile gradually widening.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"What's the situation?"

"Is she the daughter of a drug addict?"

"..." Shang Mengmeng's head became even more dizzy, and her eyes were even blurred for a moment. She took a step back, bit her lip tightly, and tried her best not to fall down.

The reporters raised their cameras and continued to take pictures.

The scene was almost out of control, Chen Yue frowned hard, and immediately rushed to the stage and shouted at the host: "Why is Yuji here! Interrupt, interrupt! Hurry up and interrupt!" The

live broadcast continued.

On the big screen in the city center, the young woman's eyelashes trembled and her face was pale.

Kleist recovered from the shock, gritted his teeth and cursed "shit", got up and rushed to the catwalk.

Suddenly, a strong commotion erupted at the entrance of the venue.

Shang Mengmeng raised her eyes.

The security