Gu Mo turned to one side and met Fang Zhixu's eyes. He subconsciously wanted to refuse but his reason pulled her back. It would be a big loss if he didn't give him the money now. Can't he just pay him back later when he goes back?
The staff member looked at Gu Mo hesitantly, and Gu Mo laughed dryly before taking the card from Fang Zhixu's hand and hurriedly handed it to the staff member.
"Please swipe your card."
Fang Zhixu stood beside him, the corners of his mouth rising slowly under the dim light, as if he suddenly felt better.
The staff swiped the card three times and then handed the receipt to Gu Mo, "Miss Gu, just take the receipt and go to the exhibition hall behind to collect the auction items. Thank you for your support!"
Gu Mo took the receipt awkwardly and tried to avoid looking at Fang Zhixu when he turned sideways, "I'll pay you back the money later."
"Mr. Fang, what a coincidence! We meet here!"
Bai Yue saw Fang Zhixu's gaze change instantly, and kept moving closer to Fang Zhixu.
At this time, Zhong Xueer also slowly entered the backstage, and when she saw Fang Zhixu, she immediately lit up.
I didn’t expect that Fang Zhixu would be so popular?
Gu Mo stuffed the black gold card back into Fang Zhixu's jacket pocket, "Mr. Fang, please talk slowly, and I'll leave first! I will definitely pay back the money."
She didn't want to stay in this kind of place of right and wrong any longer. The more women there were, the more dangerous it would be.
As if his feet were wiped with grease, he rushed out of the backstage. Fang Zhixu raised his feet and was about to follow, but was interrupted by Bai Yue who was standing next to him. "Mr. Fang, do you still remember me? I am Bai Yue, Bai Yue." House's……"
"I don't remember, get out of the way."
The two words "cold" were like a basin of cold water poured down on Bai Yue's head.
He didn't even want to lose his peripheral vision and chased straight in the direction Gu Mo was walking. Bai Yue, who was left out in the cold, stood awkwardly with her little hands hanging tightly at her sides.
"Yueyue, what are you doing?"
Zhong Xueer walked out at the right time, "If I read it correctly, the person just now seemed to be Fang Zhixu from the Fang family, and the one who left before was..."
"Just a bitch!" Bai Yue roared angrily.
"Ah?" Zhong Xueer patted her back gently as before, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, anger is not good for your health."
She glanced at the direction the two left and asked Bai Yue tentatively, "But what was the relationship between those two people just now?"
There was a layer of disgust in Bai Yue's eyes, and she said viciously: "It's that model Amo, hehe, he's just a coquettish fox who thinks about how to seduce men all day long!"
"I don't know what Mr. Fang thinks, but his aesthetics has suddenly been reduced to this..."
Zhong Xueer seemed to hear what Bai Yue meant, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.
In other words, Amo and Fang Zhixu were once on good terms?
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you this. Anyway, don't give that bitch a good look when you see her in the future!"
Zhong Xueer pretended to be obedient and nodded, "Okay, I understand, let's go back to the infield first. There is one last event."
Gu Mo, who had already walked out of the backstage, was about to leave after collecting the auction items when he was grabbed by Fang Zhixu behind him.
"Momo, I have something to tell you."
Fang Zhixu's tone was not as cold as usual, but seemed to have a hint of softness and pleading.
But Gu Mo didn't hear the meaning at all, "Mr. Fang, I've already paid you back the card, and I'll transfer the money to you when I get back! I just forgot to bring my card today, and I won't default on the bill."
However, Fang Zhixu still held on to Gu Mo's sleeves, his eyes burning, "Momo, I want to tell you what happened before..."
Gu Mo rushed to speak, "What happened before is over. Now we have no legal relationship. At most, we are just familiar strangers."
"I just swiped your card and thought..." Gu Mo paused and quickly took out his phone from his bag, "Forget it, I'll transfer it to you right away or you'll start calculating interest on me again!"
According to this iron rooster's interest calculation method, the interest of 25 million is quite a lot.
Before Fang Zhixu could react, Gu Mo fiddled with his phone for a while and then raised his head, "Okay! All the money has been transferred to you. The interest is calculated on a daily basis, not an hourly basis, so I don't owe you any more."
"Mr. Fang, hurry up and disappear!"
Just after taking two steps, I suddenly heard the sound from the infield, "Dear sir and madam, now we have the last lucky designer event!"
"We will select one lucky designer from the designers on site to collaborate with moco for the next season's magazine!"
moco! ?
Gu Mo woke up with a start. Isn't that why she came here this time? He quickly ran to the infield, leaving Fang Zhixu standing there.
As she ran, she turned back for some unknown reason, and her eyes touched the lonely figure standing at the end of the corridor. The two of them met each other vaguely across the long corridor, and her heart suddenly trembled.
She forced herself to look back, suppressing the sourness in her heart. It was over, but she was just a stranger...
In the empty corridor, it seemed that the voices of the two people could be heard.
Someone stood in the darkness on the side, "Momo, can you look back at me?"
However, Gu Mo rushed straight into the infield, and the thin figure quickly disappeared on the other side.
The voice-activated light went out, leaving only endless darkness in the corridor, and finally only a soft sigh was heard.
What is completely different from the quietness of the corridor is the bustle of the infield.
The host on the stage was already going through the process of drawing the lucky designer, and Gu Mo hurriedly returned to his previous seat.
"Amo, are you back with something?"
Bai Yue stared at the box worth 25 million with disdain in her eyes, "Oh, the poor guy wants to save face again, but in the end he doesn't have to rely only on men. It's really disgusting."
Zhong Xueer quickly took her hand and said, "Yueyue, please stop talking, it won't be good if others hear you."
"Haha, what are you afraid of? I just want her to hear me."
Gu Mo sneered and looked directly into Bai Yue's eyes, "Miss Bai, can I interpret your behavior as envy and jealousy? After all, there is no such person willing to help you with money!"
Bai Yue's temper flared up at the drop of a hat, "What a joke, I'm the eldest lady of the Bai family! Do I need someone to help me give me money?"
"Then why do you keep staring at my box? Are you jealous? Or are you having a brain convulsion?"
"you!"
Bai Yue wanted to continue scolding but was held by Zhong Xueer's hand next to her, "Yueyue, please stop talking, the event is about to start."
Bai Yue then gave up and reluctantly pulled her hand out of Zhong Xueer's arms.
Gu Mo turned around and glanced at Zhong Xueer, who was sitting next to her. She was a little girl who knew how to smooth things over.
After she turned around, Zhong Xueer's eyes gradually turned cold, staring at Gu Mo's back. He was not a simple person!
The host on the stage shook the lottery box and said, "Dear viewers, this box contains the names of all the designers present today. Who do you think will be drawn in the end?"
"It can't be wE, right?"
"Oh my God, it would be wonderful if it were her. The next issue of Moco magazine will definitely sell like crazy."
"I think so too, but there are other designers today who are not that simple."
The box for drawing lots was rolling in the hands of the host, and the sound of the lots in the box could be heard hitting each other.
"Okay, now I will draw the luckiest designer."
The host put his hand into the sign box and took out a long sign after half a second. The cameras were all positioned on the sign and then zoomed in.
The big screen on the stage immediately projected the words on the tag: Zhong Xueer.
"Congratulations to this designer named Zhong Xueer, please invite this designer to come on stage!"
The host shouted loudly, and the audience burst into applause, naturally also talking about it.
"Who is Chung Cher? I've never heard of it. I thought she was a designer like wE!"
"I don't know, maybe it's a newcomer? But if the newcomer can cooperate with Moco, he will be an instant hit!"
"Look, look, that person seems to be Zhong Xueer."
Zhong Xueer, who was sitting next to Bai Yue, stood up in surprise and looked at her name on the big screen in disbelief.
"Haha, when did you become a designer? You are really lucky."
Bai Yuepi said with a smile, not to mention how sarcastic his tone was.
Zhong Xueer smiled and passed by Quan Dang, not hearing her, and slowly walked towards the stage in the eyes of everyone.
Gu Mo looked at that figure and felt a little disappointed. It was her dream to cooperate with Moco. After all, it was a top international magazine!
But even if others are lucky, she can't help it.
"May I ask this clock designer, how many years have you been in the industry?"
The host took the lead in asking the question that everyone was most concerned about. Chung Cher took the phone and answered calmly, "I have only been in the industry for less than a year, and I am still a newcomer."
There was a sudden sigh in the audience, "I didn't expect that he is really a newcomer. What a bad luck!"
"Many designers have been busy all their lives but have not been able to cooperate with Moco. Even design geniuses like wE have not been able to work with Moco."
"This is someone else's luck, there's nothing we can do about it."
Zhong Xueer smiled and touched her head. She heard the discussion in the audience and still held the microphone calmly, her tone soft and waxy.
"I didn't expect my luck to be so good, but I will definitely take this cooperation seriously. After all, the wE designer and I have a good relationship, and I can't embarrass her."
Everyone on and off the stage was surprised when wE was mentioned.
"Designer Zhong, are you saying that you know Mr. WE?"
Zhong Xueer nodded sheepishly, "We know each other, maybe. The teacher has taught me something before, but I'm not as talented as the teacher and I don't want to embarrass her."
It's hard to avoid making people suspicious when he says "teacher".
"Could it be that this newcomer is wE's apprentice?"
"Maybe, after all, none of us know what wE looks like."
"But how did I hear that wE came to the scene today?"
"Except for top designers, this party can only be attended by upper-class families. This little girl is definitely not from the upper-class circles. She is also a new designer, so the only possibility is that she was brought in by a top designer."
"Did WE really come to the scene today?"
