Chapter 720
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Tonight, the newly promoted gold medal stylist, the God of Creation, Felix, didn't seem to have much luck.
After he left the apartment, Ye Mu Fan was dressed up nicely and his hair was waxed and combed neatly. He drove the red Pagani sports car Ye Wanwan gave him and headed to the venue of the Grand Fashion Ceremony with a radiant smile on his face.
The Grand Fashion Ceremony was held at a high-end private club in the suburbs of Beijing.
Although the weather hadn't been great these past two days and it had been raining non-stop, it didn't affect his good mood at all.
The car window was half open and the light rain fell on his face, making him feel very comfortable. As there weren't many people on the road, Ye Mu Fan sped up.
He didn't expect that halfway through the car, a small blue car would drive in the wrong direction and head straight for him.
"Damn!" Ye Mu Fan quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to avoid that car.
Because he was going too fast, the red Pagani still brushed against the Buick. Then it sped all the way into the bushes at the side before coming to a stop.
Luckily, he dodged in time, so nothing serious happened.
It was just that it had just rained, so the bushes were muddy. When Ye Mu Fan finally climbed out, he was in a terrible state.
His hair was a mess, his body was covered in dirt and mud, and there was a huge dent in the hood of his Pagani.
"Damn it..."
I'm done for!
Ye Mu Fan scratched his head and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His first reaction was that he was done for, done for. Before he left, Wanwan told him to drive slower, but in the end, he crashed into a car.
If Wanwan found out, she would skin him alive!
"Damn, how the heck did you drive?!"
The owner of the blue car got out of the car and started scolding Ye Mu Fan.
Ye Mu Fan was dumbfounded. I was the one driving in the wrong direction first, alright? He finally understood what it meant to be the guilty party filing the suit first.
The other party reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk driving.
Alright, call the police. Why am I trying to reason with a drunkard?
As he had to rush to attend the Grand Fashion Ceremony, Ye Mu Fan called the police right away then called his assistant to handle the matter.
At the same time, He Jun Cheng and Shen Meng Qi arrived at the Grand Fashion Ceremony.
The two of them handed over their beautifully gilded invitation cards and entered the venue smoothly.
The guests in the banquet hall were all celebrities in the fashion circle and big shots from all walks of life.
After the two of them entered, many acquaintances came forward to greet them.
"Director He, congratulations on being nominated!"
He Jun Cheng cupped his hands. "You're too polite, too polite!"
After the two of them exchanged greetings, Chen Meng Qi scanned the crowd anxiously. "Is Felix here yet?"
He Jun Cheng: "I don't think he's here yet..."
"He Jun Cheng, give me a definite answer right now. Are you confident that you'll be able to invite them?" Shen Meng Qi asked again.
He Jun Cheng's expression was also a little uncertain. He asked hesitantly, "Meng Qi, must you invite Felix?"
Shen Meng Qi looked at him coldly. "Of course, this is my first international show! Don't make any mistakes! "
Recently, her style had been mediocre, and her image as a fashion guru was on the verge of collapse. How could she not be anxious?
Therefore, no matter how much she had to pay, she had to invite him.
If He Juncheng was reliable, would she need to put in so much effort?
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