I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 34

Fu Jiujiu finally tried on the first outfit with accessories and makeup.

While he was in the locker room, the makeup artist and photographer got together and exchanged a few words in a low voice.

Fu Jiujiu was probably the only one who didn't know about this matter. The two of them used him very tightly and didn't dare to give him a little space, for fear that he would go to the phone.

NF's response was fairly quick.

As soon as public opinion fermented, an official statement was released on the official website and official Weibo account.

And solemnly stated in the statement that the clothes Fu Jiujiu wears are gifts from the brand and are privately owned, not NF sample clothes.

There is no need to confirm this matter with Fu Jiujiu.

Because when Fu Jiujiu received the gift from PN, he reported it to Chang Qing immediately.

After all, these two sets of clothes are high-end limited edition products of high-end luxury brands, and they are very valuable.

For NF, which has experienced many storms, this kind of thing is too small.

Originally thought that the statement was issued, and public opinion would soon subside.

But unexpectedly, netizens did not buy it this time.

There are even some suspicious accounts that are constantly guiding public opinion and trying to brainwash the public. This statement is just a whitewashing method of NF.

"If it hadn't been revealed that this person is a regular employee of NF, would they have handled this matter in the name of a temporary worker?"

"I'm sure this is NF's sample clothes. When Wu Qiuran, another editor of NF, released another set of clothes, this set was once in the mirror."

This comment is followed by a photo taken from Wu Qiuran's Weibo.

Wu Qiuran often posts some high-end products that are allowed to be photographed on his Weibo, and he is also the fashion editor of NF, so he has many fans following him. He can be regarded as a well-known fashion blogger.

This suit is not eye-catching in this photo, because it is covered by the dress that Wu Qiuran wants to show, only a corner is exposed, and the whole picture cannot be seen clearly.

But when I find it now, comparing it with the one on Fu Jiujiu, I can basically confirm that it is the same piece, or the same style.

"The high-end limited edition product that has not yet been officially released is given to the assistant editor, emmm~~, NF's explanation, I think it's better to make a public apology and it will be easier to regain favorability."

"Didn't everyone notice? PN didn't respond to this matter at all. As a partner, if they really sent it out, it's impossible not to respond?"

"A lie breaks itself."

"..."

The door of the dressing room was opened, the makeup artist and the photographer looked at each other worriedly, and quickly took their positions.

Fu Jiujiu changed into a more neutral shirt and overalls, paired with a head of straight black hair, she looked pure and beautiful.

Even the eyes of the make-up artist couldn't help but brighten up.

He tugged at the cuffs of his shirt, sat back at the dressing table, smiled and said to the makeup artist, "It's really not easy."

The make-up artist bent down to adjust the makeup for him, and echoed: "That's right, I worked hard to make it up."

The makeup artist's fingers pinched the small tip on his chin, carefully adjusting the shape of his eyebrows.

The cell phone at the corner of the dressing table rang, and Fu Jiujiu heard it was his cell phone ringtone.

He looked up at the makeup artist, wanting to answer the phone first.

But for some reason, the makeup artist's fingers pinching his chin tightened suddenly, and he didn't intend to let go.

It seemed that he was very reluctant to answer the phone.

Fu Jiujiu called out with some amusement: "Sister?"

The makeup artist still looked reluctant, but finally let go.

On the screen were "My Lord Monarch" in large characters.

Afraid of being seen by others, Fu Jiujiu hurriedly pressed the connection button halfway.

"Senior." He called out.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jun asked.

He seemed to speak half a beat slower than usual, with an inexplicable sense of anxiety.

"I'm working." Fu Jiujiu said in general, and didn't want to mention that he was trying on women's clothing.

Lin Jun was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Busy?"

Fu Jiujiu had a bad feeling.

Because he felt that Lin Jun's tone seemed a little different from usual, as if there was something not so good in it.

"What's wrong?" He asked uncertainly, "Did something happen to you?"

"No," Lin Jun quickly denied: "I just want to ask, can you go back to the old house with me to have dinner with my mother for the Chinese New Year tomorrow?"

"Okay," Fu Jiujiu said, raised his eyes to meet the makeup artist's eager gaze, and then said, "I'm a little busy here, so I can't figure it out. Let's talk about it later?"

"So busy?" Lin Jun asked again.

After getting Fu Jiujiu's affirmative answer, his tone became lighter: "Work hard."

This seemed to be the first time Lin Jun encouraged him to work hard.

While cutting off the phone, Fu Jiujiu couldn't help thinking,

A little rare.

Because he thinks he's working too hard most of the time and doesn't seem to approve.

In the process of overwhelming public opinion on the Internet, I don't know when an account will be blown up.

As soon as the opponent appeared on the stage, he had cool stunts, which instantly attracted the attention of most people.

This is a new account, and the ID is "Xiaomumu who loves babies."

The first Weibo was posted in a weird way, which made people feel very embarrassed:

"Heh ([-] sneers), Fu Jiujiu needs to steal a brand sample? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard since I was born, bar none!

You haven’t seen Fu Bian’s personal closet, have you, well~bottom~zhi~frog~! ! ! ! "

The following three pictures are named "a corner of the cloakroom."

Just a few "corners" are enough to shock the jaws of the people who eat melons.

A variety of hard-to-find limited items, bags, clothing, jewelry, shoes...

Everything is available.

While everyone was shocked to the point of aphasia, fortunately some netizens were still rational:

"You are that editor Fu, right? Just find a photo of a wealthy family on the Internet and pretend to be yourself, how shameless?"

Lin Jun looked down at the screen, and his face became gloomy and cold.

There was still a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and that smile gave the assistant a chilling feeling.

Based on her understanding of the boss, this is an unusual big move.

Sure enough, Lin Jun raised his eyes and looked at her.

The assistant straightened his back and was about to accept the order when Lin Jun's phone rang.

On the screen is Pan Xiangyang's personal number.

Lin Jun glanced at it, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

The ringing became long and slow in the air, and finally stopped after a long time.

But before the screen went off, the bell rang again unrelentingly.

After three consecutive times, Lin Jun answered the phone slowly.

"Hello," Pan Xiangyang's tone was unstable: "Lin..."

"It's really rare," Lin Jun said, with a calm tone, as if he was gossiping: "Can the earth signal still contact Mr. Pan?"

Pan Xiangyang was speechless for a while.

"Lin..." Pan Xiangyang hurriedly explained, "I really had something earlier..."

When he was in a hurry, he vomited out Chinese and French.

"Don't worry," Lin Jun interrupted him: "Speak slowly, you can choose between Chinese and French, I can't understand you like this."

I am in a hurry!

Pan Xiangyang took a deep breath and paused to calm down.

He knew that Lin Jun could understand clearly, but he was just targeting him on purpose.

Could it be because of his elementary school brother?As for?

He is really confused now.

"Lin," said Pan Xiangyang, "it's a little unkind of you to do this."

He refers to the fact that FY will remove the PN project during the Spring Festival.

"Oh, kindness?" Lin Jun lit a cigarette, then put the lighter between his fingers to open and close.The clicking sound seemed to penetrate into Pan Xiangyang's brain, giving him a headache.

"Such a double standard?" Lin Jun said: "Why don't you think about these two words when you bully the weak? I just learned it from you, and you call me unkind?"

He laughed: "It's not kind, Mr. Pan."

Pan Xiangyang's brows were tightened.

Lin Jun was telling him very clearly that when he bullied Fu Jiujiu, he was bullying the weak.

And he FY bullying PN is nothing more than imitating the example and bullying the weak.

He was telling him nakedly that in his eyes, PN was nothing at all.

"I was wrong."

They are all good people in the mall, and it may be possible to keep some words to deceive others, but it is really unnecessary to deceive Lin Jun, and his posture is terrible.

Pan Xiangyang quickly weighed the pros and cons, and resolutely softened to Lin Jun.

"But don't you think it's too late for you to stand out like this for a junior?" Subduing softness is really submissive, but it's also really unwilling to be reconciled. Pan Xiangyang continued: "I didn't pick this matter, I just It’s going smoothly, and when the time comes, it will naturally help him clarify.”

"When the time comes?" Lin Jun smiled: "Is the bonus enough?"

Pan Xiangyang choked.

However, Lin Jun said with ease: "It seems that I made a film for you for nothing, and the publicity is not as fast as you using other children, right?"

The hat was a bit too big, and Pan Xiangyang was thinking about how to coax him back to Lin County, when he suddenly heard a cold smile from the opposite side.

He thought that the coldness was aimed at himself, and the psychological defense line he had been supporting so hard finally collapsed completely.

While talking on the phone, Lin Jun clicked on the information sent by his colleague who was going to adjust the hotel video.

The video was clear enough, and he quickly located the perpetrator.

Looking at the figure holding his mobile phone in the video, he couldn't help but sneer.

Then, Pan Xiangyang's begging for mercy came from the receiver.

Pan Xiangyang was completely paralyzed like a deflated balloon: "Is there any way I can make up for it?"

"Yes." Lin Jun said.

After hanging up the phone, he tapped on the table with his slender fingers.

Then he raised his eyes and ordered a series of things to the assistant.

The assistant listened and took notes, and quickly went out to make arrangements.

The internet is still buzzing.

"Xiao Mumu who loves babies" then updated another post.

There is a video attached to this post, which seems to be the monitoring of the activities of the NF annual meeting.

It was still Fu Jiujiu's back, but there was a person behind him holding up his mobile phone. At first glance, he seemed to be taking a selfie, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was intriguing.

The man held up the phone for a while, then raised his eyes to stare at Fu Jiujiu after putting it down.

That glance was deliberately zoomed in and magnified. Although it was only for a moment, the cold malice and sarcasm almost gushed out.

The accompanying post on Weibo is even more direct: @NF editor Wu Qiuran, you are so ugly that you are jealous and framed your colleagues.

With a "wow", Weibo exploded.

And Wu Qiuran's name quickly became a hot search following this news.

Wu Qiuran, who was sitting in the office and watching the development of the situation leisurely, did not expect that the other party could get the surveillance of the imperial court, and also locked his eyes on him so quickly.

He panicked for a moment, then forced himself to calm down.

There were many people holding mobile phones in the venue, and he wasn't the only one.

Moreover, the surveillance cannot see his mobile phone screen, as long as he does not recognize it.

Then he lowered his head and sent Qin Moxun a message.

Ten minutes later, he saw that the hot search with his name was withdrawn.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and refreshed again after two or three minutes, and the trending search quickly rose to the top again.

Wu Qiuran's heart went numb, and finally she couldn't help but panicked.

It shouldn't be!

Unless the other party also has someone deliberately pushing behind the scenes.

He raised his eyes, but accidentally met the subtle eyes of other colleagues, and felt even more irritable.

But how is it possible?What kind of background can Fu Jiujiu have?

Even if he has a successful senior, it is impossible for others to intervene in this kind of matter.

He was quite sure that he could make Fu Jiujiu a bad person, so that he could not take over the position of editor-in-chief of the clothing department.

Now it suddenly became tricky.

He was in a hurry when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside.

The interns from the next-door group came in: "Quick, quick, someone below has sent a lot of things to Bian Fu. How many luxury cars are unloading next to each other?"

As the crowd walked out, someone asked in the clutter, "Where is Editor Fu?"

Magazine offices have their own busy schedules, and Fu Jiujiu doesn't know much about going to the studio.

Mary quietly went to the studio, and rushed in recklessly: "Editor Fu, Editor Fu..."

She looked around, but she didn't see Fu Jiujiu, only the makeup artist was sitting and swiping her phone, and the photographer was catching the lens of a beautiful woman in a fiery red velvet dress.

Mary has seen countless beauties, but she couldn't help but fix her eyes on the girl.

Her curly hair is black and soft, lining a very small face, her skin is white and moist, her eyes are light, with a slight smile, she looks very affectionate.

The lips were dyed with the same color lipstick as the long skirt, and a pair of thin white legs were exposed from under the skirt, slender and well-proportioned.

I don't know whose model looks like a movie star, Mary thought.

I couldn't hold back my eyes and looked at it again, and I couldn't help but feel a pity, the height is too high, it must be 180, and there are not many male actors who can play.

She shook her head, but she felt that something was wrong, and she always felt that those eyes were a little familiar.

The photographer said hello, and then said, "Maybe we need to adjust it."

Then Mary saw the beautiful woman looking at her, and said, "What do you want from me?"

"Scared?" Mary was taken aback, making the makeup artist giggle.

"Fu, Fu, Fu Bian..." Mary stammered, facing Fu Jiujiu's slender and slender figure, she sucked her belly that had gained some flesh recently with a little shame.

Fu Jiujiu seemed to have realized that he was wearing women's clothing, and he pursed his lips with a bit of embarrassment and smiled: "Don't tell others."

Mary stepped forward to pull him: "I sent you a lot of things downstairs."

The photographer and the makeup artist also looked at each other and stood up together: "Let's go for a walk together, just in time to take a rest."

When Fu Jiujiu wanted to change clothes, he was escorted out by three people.

He warned seriously all the way: "Help me cover up, don't let others know it's me!"

There were already many people gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Rows of mobile hangers are full of high-end limited edition products of various brands, handmade custom products, and various jewelry boxes are placed on the lower floor.

Some are already on sale, and some have not even been announced yet, all of which are Fu Jiujiu's size.

These include WUYUN's main spring style, Lin's jewelry, bags, PN is called the focus of P, and even the new coat that has not yet released the specific concept...

Nothing is perfect.

Aside from that, there's a lot of stuff that keeps coming in.

A reporter was interviewing while taking pictures, but after asking and asking, he only knew that someone gave it to Fu Jiujiu, but the other party never said anything about who the gift was.

Fu Jiujiu was hugged and froze on the spot, totally unaware of what happened.

Mary lowered her voice and told the whole story.

Fu Jiujiu was obviously very surprised.

He was stunned for a long time before he lowered his head and turned on the phone.

There were many unread messages on the phone, but he didn't read them, so he directly entered Weibo.

He quickly browsed the information and found that PN had also issued a statement.

"Where's Bian Fu? Where's Bian Fu?" Someone kept looking for Fu Jiujiu.

"Editor Fu doesn't seem to be here."

"..."

Numerous eyes flicked over Fu Jiujiu's body, maybe it was because they were focusing on the many high-end items on the scene, or maybe they didn't expect him to appear in this image, in short, no one recognized him at the scene.

After all, NF often has celebrity models in and out, and it is not very rare for a tall, thin and beautiful model to appear.

Amidst the discussion at the scene, a young man wearing sunglasses was also looking: "Is Mr. Fu not there?"

At this time, Chang Qing came down from upstairs: "Bian Fu is probably busy elsewhere, is there anything I can do to help?"

"These are all made by Fu," the young man said very politely, "My family...my husband hopes that he can sign for it himself."

"I'm his boss," Chang Qing said, "Can I sign for you?"

The young man made a phone call and handed the gift list to Chang Qing when he came back.

Chang Qing wanted to express his anger for Fu Jiujiu, so when the reporter came over, he generously asked him to take a picture of the entire gift list.

And the signature at the bottom of the list is: "Your father!"

There was a very small discussion in the hall: "Is it Fu Bian's father again?"

"Fu Bian's father really loves him, and I also want such a father!"

"Fuck! Did Editor Fu belong to the rich second generation?"

"Your father?" Fu Jiujiu suddenly smiled.

While no one was paying attention, he turned to the safe exit and dialed Lin Jun.

A storm coming towards him, before he even felt the slightest bit, was silently dissipated by someone standing in front of him.

As photos of gifts in the hall were posted on the Internet one after another, the trend on the Internet has also changed completely.

Now whoever said that Fu Jiujiu stole sample clothes, they would probably be sprayed to death by netizens immediately.

Fu Jiujiu owns so many, how could he value a sample?

Those gifts were much more luxurious and expensive than PN's. The reason why Fu Jiujiu wore them to participate in the event was probably out of politeness, to thank PN for his gift.

Ah, Fu Jiujiu is so educated...

It seems that there are no people who scolded Fu Jiujiu before, and now the whole internet is praising him and envious of him.

Many people even privately messaged him on Weibo to express their apologies for their previous offensive words.

Lin Jun quickly picked it up.

Fu Jiujiu could hear his steady breathing, but he didn't speak.

"Senior." Fu Jiujiu called out and then fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say.

He felt the happiness and security of being loved like never before.

This kind of happiness was also experienced when his mother was around, but it was more ordinary then.

Light and sweet.

His mother's death was a watershed moment, and his life has been pretty unsatisfactory since then, so he's independent and somewhat aggressive.

Collin County appeared in his world and became another watershed, and he gained happiness again.

It was different from the one his mother brought, very turbulent.

Although this kind of happiness is not so simple, after infiltrating him, he is still extremely moved, extremely happy, and can temporarily put everything aside.

"Why do you help me like this?" Fu Jiujiu thought for a long time, but only asked this sentence: "In my father's name."

"Because you are my partner." A moment later, Lin Jun rang out with a chuckle, and answered the first half of his sentence.

But the second half of the sentence was held in his heart and he didn't say: "I am your father, because you called me that when you were in bed!"

The author has something to say: Lin Jun: It’s okay, you will still call me Dad in the future

感谢在2020-08-1119:16:13~2020-08-1216:38:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Hegui Gushan Temple, did you explode one today;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Hegui Gushan Temple;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!