Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Tonight, Felix, the new gold-minded stylist, seems to have some bad luck.

After leaving the apartment, Ye Mufan dressed bright and bright, his hair waxed, neatly combed, drove the big red pagani that Ye Qiang gave him, and the spring breeze swept to the scene of the festival.

The festival was held at a high-end private club on the outskirts of Beijing.

Although the weather was unpleasant and the rain continued, it did not in any way affect his good mood.

The window opened halfway and the little rain silk drifted towards his face. It was very comfortable, because there was no one on the road, Ye Mufan sped up the car.

Unexpectedly, the car was halfway there, and suddenly a blue car went backwards and drove straight in his direction.

“Shit!” Ye Mufan quickly stepped on the brake and hit the steering wheel to avoid the car.

Because of the speed of the car, the red pagani rubbed onto the buick and then rushed to the bush next to it before stopping dangerously.

He dodged in time and nothing serious happened.

It was just raining, the bush was muddy, and when Ye Mufan finally climbed out, the whole person could no longer see it.

His hair was messy, his body was covered in stains and mud, and his pagani hood recessed into a large chunk.

“Asi...”

It's over!

Ye Mufan grabbed his hair and hurried like an ant on a hot pot. The first reaction was that it was over. When he left today, he told him to slow down and he crashed.

I was told not to peel his skin!

“Damn, how the fuck did you drive! ”

The owner of the blue car across the street got out of the car and yelled at Ye Mufan.

Ye Mufan was scolded to death, clearly he was treacherous first, okay? What do you mean, evil man first, he kind of saw it.

The other party smells like alcohol, obviously drunk driving.

Come on, call the cops. He tells a drunk what to say.

Because of the rush to attend the festival, Ye Mufan called the police directly, then called the assistant and asked the assistant to come and handle it.

Meanwhile, He Juncheng and Shen Mengqi have arrived at the festival.

The two handed in a beautifully designed invitation to hot gold for a smooth entry.

The ballroom is full of celebrities from fashion circles and celebrity cafes from all walks of life.

After the two entered, a number of acquaintances came forward to greet each other in a cold manner.

“Congratulations, Director He! ”

He Juncheng arched his hand, “You're welcome! ”

After two chills, Shen Mengqi looked in the crowd with some impatience, "Is that Felix you're talking about? ”

He Juncheng: “I don't think he's here yet...”

“He Juncheng, give me a word now, are you sure to invite someone?” Shen Mengqi was relieved to ask again and again.

He Juncheng's divine color was also a little uncertain, and he asked with hesitation, "Monkey, do you have to hire Felix? ”

Shen Mengqi glanced at him coldly, "Of course, this is my international premiere! Don't make half a mistake! ”

Lately, all her styles have been flat. How can she not be in a hurry when the fashion bishop's setting has been shaken?

So, no matter what it costs this time, she has to invite someone.

If Ho Juncheng can be trusted, does she take so much energy?

As for Ye Mufan, it's useless! I don't think I know where to hang out at this hour!