"Daizhen!"

Deng Junda held flowers in his hand, his heart was rippling with spring, and his face was filled with stunning.

She was wearing a clean striped professional suit, with a pure white suit jacket on her shoulders, with short hair tied behind her head, dark eyebrows, red lips, and high nose bridge, and full of aura.

He called out the word "Daizhen" affectionately, hugged a large handful of flowers, rushed forward, knelt on one knee and raised the bouquet: "I love you, Daizhen, let's get back together!"

At the booth, the models walked in the flashing spotlights, and the audience applauded.

In the background, Deng Junda was salivating and posing for a desperate stance.

If it were normal, Shu Ange would have been carrying his collar and throwing the person out.

There were too many media reporters on the scene. If she did this, she would probably be in the news, but Deng Junda, the toad, jumping around, was so annoying.

"Deng Junda, I said that if you pester me again, you can only see the police station."

Deng Junda was sure that Shu Ange would not do this when she held a fashion conference in Ai Shang. She smiled and said with a smile: "Dai Zhen, it is said that we would rather demolish ten temples than destroy a kiss. We two are just one step away from getting married. Can't you forgive me once?"

He held up the fiery red roses and looked pitiful: "I have nothing to do with Zhong Mengmeng. She likes to drink and go to bars and is not a good person. How could I fall in love with her? Dai Zhen, just forgive me."

Someone looked at this side, Shu Ange held his arms and looked at Deng Junda with cold eyes.

"Mr. Lu, why don't you go there first and we will persuade people to leave."

Xiao Wu felt it over as he took advantage of the situation and volunteered to drive away Deng Junda, the scumbag, for Shu Ange.

Deng Junda had no idea how to write the word "knowing" and "talk". Shu Ange's resistance and disgust were almost played in a loop with a giant screen, and he was still pug-like.

The rose bouquet was sprayed with perfume, and the pungent smell made people feel a headache.

"Daizhen, let's get back together..."

Deng Junda was fascinated by Shu Ange's new image and said something over and over again.

Ji Ruobai was wearing a white suit and tied a slanted necktie, and brought a group of bodyguards in black to Yaro Mall.

He was wearing a suit and had a bit of maturity and a handsome face, which made the audience mistakenly think that Ji Ruobai was the special invited star invited by the organizer.

"Oh my God, Ai Shang also invited celebrities to come here? I haven't heard anyone say that it's such a handsome male star. Who knows what TV series he has filmed?"

"He looks so handsome, maybe he is a model. If he is a star who has filmed a movie, he would have become popular long ago."

Ji Ruobai had long been accustomed to everyone's attention and walked straight to the backstage.

On the other hand, Deng Junda was still chattering and expressing her love to Shu Ange, her flattering look was simply disgusting.

"Daizhen, I will love you forever. As long as you promise to marry me, I am willing to add your name to the property certificate and give you a million gift."

Aged 10 years ago, there were still a lot of 1 million bride gifts.

Unfortunately, Shu Ange hates Deng Junda. Not to mention one million, even if he takes out one hundred billion, she won't look at him more.

Ji Ruobai was angry, and he traveled all the way to Furong City to see his girlfriend.

Someone actually poached in front of him?

Her waist is as thick as a bucket and her belly is as if she is seven months pregnant. Such a man is actually embarrassed to confess to Shu Ange.

Ji Ruobai stepped on her long legs and walked towards Shu Ange with a full aura, holding her hand: "Congratulations, the fashion conference was held very successfully."

Xiao Wu looked at him in amazement and blurted out four words: "Prince Charming?"
Chapter completed!