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Mu Yichen pulled Luo Chenxi to the front of an Aston Martin, and then let go of her wrist.

"boarding!"

Luo Chenxi sat in the co-pilot's seat and carefully turned to look at the man on the left.

"Mu Yichen, that... thank you..."

"address?"

Before she could say thank you, Mu Yichen showed an impatient look on his face.

Luo Chenxi hurriedly reported the address indicated on the text message.

Mu Yichen frowned slightly, "This is the address of the headquarters of SL Group, what are you doing there?"

"I'm going to participate in the interview for the Huafeng Designer Competition. You haven't heard of this competition, have you? It's just..."

"I know." Mu Yichen interrupted her, "However, a person like you who spends money in France for a diploma can pass the primary election of the Huafeng Competition? The person in charge of the competition is really shameless!"

"Hey, what do you mean? Who is throwing money for a diploma in France? I..."

People who despise her, actually despise her professional level!

Luo Chenxi was so angry that she subconsciously retorted.

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly remembered her current identity, and quickly changed her words: "Ahem, I also learned a lot in France, you can't look down on others!"

"Who do you say has dog eyes? Believe it or not, I'll throw you out of the car right now?" Mu Yichen snorted coldly.

Luo Chenxi immediately panicked, "No, no, no, I was wrong. You are always right, and you are always right! We are now on the elevated road, and we can't park illegally, let alone throw objects at high altitudes. Don't be impulsive ah……"

People in the sports car had to bow their heads.

If Mu Yichen drove her out of the car now, she would be really cold today.

The corners of Mu Yichen's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak any more.

Luo Chenxi was afraid that she would say something wrong again, so she wisely kept silent.

The sports car drove fast all the way, and arrived at the downstairs of the SL Group headquarters within 20 minutes, three minutes before the check-in time.

It's not late!

Luo Chenxi was overjoyed, she couldn't wait to open the door, and was about to get out of the car.

Stepping out with one foot, she suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned her head and said, "First Young Master Mu, thank you so much for today, you are such a good person! I will treat you to dinner when I have time!"

A flattering smile, like a coquettish kitten.

Mu Yichen leaned on the back of the chair, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and watched Luo Chenxi stepping on small high heels, holding a information bag, and walking quickly towards the SL Group building.

That delicate and beautiful little face looks so pure and innocent.

Who would have thought that she was such a scheming woman!

Luo Chenxin, are you really acting?

How long can I play again?

...

Luo Chenxi ran all the way, and finally ran into the meeting room at the last minute.

There are already more than two dozen contestants.

Luo Chenxi signed in, found a chair and sat down.

At this moment, an exaggerated sneer came from behind her, "I thought I was seeing the wrong person! Luo Chenxi, it's really you! Why are you here?"

Luo Chenxi looked back, and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

Zuo Xiaoqing, her high school classmate.

At that time, both of them were top students in the high school attached to T City Academy of Fine Arts, but Luo Chenxi was always number one, and Zuo Xiaoqing tried her best, but she could only be Wannian's second child.

For this reason, Zuo Xiaoqing confronted Luo Chenxi tit for tat.

It wasn't until the third year of high school that Luo Chenxi was accepted by the famous art academy in country Y with a full scholarship and went abroad for further studies, that she finally got rid of this person's harassment.

Now, unexpectedly meet in such an occasion.

Luo Chenxi frowned, and nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, what a coincidence."

"You didn't come to participate in the Huafeng competition, did you?" Zuo Xiaoqing sneered, "What's the matter? Isn't the Huafeng competition the most authoritative designer competition in Huaguo? How can you even graduate from a pheasant school like you?" Anyone, can they compete?"

The meeting room was already quiet, but Zuo Xiaoqing's voice was so loud that everyone around followed the sound and looked over.