Chapter 356 I'm Not Talking About Her
way from the Fu residence. Lin Ruochu watched as the Fu residence outside the window grew smaller and smaller, a cold smile playing at the corner of her lips. 。Now she must first win over Xiaoyu, and...Lin Jinran's whole body was stunned for a moment. The voice was so familiar that the moment she opened her mouth, the person's name flashed in her mind.
Suddenly, he turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. In the distance, he saw Fu Mo Han surrounded by a group of people, like the moon being orbited by stars.
Coincidentally, Fu Mo Han also looked at her.
In that instant, their eyes met. A silence filled with unspoken words.
"It's President Fu, he's really handsome."
"Yeah, it's a shame I got married."
"I wonder who's so lucky to have married him. Oh, if only I had done better."
"You're dreaming! How could you possibly marry him I heard he has a childhood sweetheart. I don't know if it's true or not."
"According to rumors, no, it's said to be his childhood sweetheart's older sister."
"You know what, tell me."
Whispers broke out around them, interrupting Lin Jin's confusion. She was the first to look away.
Fu Mo's eyes darkened for a moment, then he strode towards them, a group of people following closely behind, making quite the impressive sight.
Lin Jinran saw the magazine cover in Fu Mo'han's hands and felt it was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Suddenly, she thought of it, this magazine was the one Zheng Mengyao framed her with!
What on earth is Fu Mo Han planning to do
Fu Mo Han stopped beside Lin Jin Ran, but ignored her. Instead, he coldly looked at Zhao Qin, a hint of coldness curling his thin lips, “There is indeed one painting in this magazine that is very similar to the artwork submitted for this competition.”
Zhao Qin heard Fu Mo'han say this, her eyes lit up. Could it be that Fu Mo'han also knew about Lin Jinran's plagiarism
"Yes, it's true. Lin Jinyan did indeed plagiarize the work in this magazine. Mr. Fu knows this too! This incident has greatly affected DHS."
After she finished speaking, she gave Lin Jinran a meaningful glare and accused him, "Lin Jinran, you plagiarized! Shao Fu knows about it now. You've really brought shame to DHS!"
Lin Jinyan's whole body stiffened, his watery eyes filled with disbelief.
What does Fu Mo'han mean, taking out this magazine and humiliating her in front of so many people
... Did he also want her to admit to plagiarism! ...
Her fair fingers clenched tighter and tighter. Even in the face of Zhao Qin's accusations and framing before everyone, nothing was more unbearable than Fu Mo Han's appearance at this moment!
Privately, she could endure any humiliation he inflicted upon her.
But, with so many industry insiders present, he treated her like that!
"I.."
"I'm not talking about her."
As the last tree turned pink with cherry blossoms, Lin Jinran finally made a sound. Fu Mochen's cold voice had already spoken before her, his dark eyes, as cold as ice, fixed on Zhao Qin.
Zhao Qin was puzzled, "Who is Fu Shao talking about In this magazine, it clearly says Lin Jinran."
"Hmph." Fu Mo'han threw the magazine to the committee members following behind him. The committee members received it and immediately began to review it. When they saw a certain artwork, several faces stiffened.
They saw one of the works, and it was 80% similar to Zhao Qin's work, but it was signed by someone else.
Several people looked at each other in surprise, how could this be
Tang Wanting, who had come along with them, was also extremely surprised and couldn't believe her eyes. When she flipped through the magazine, there was no work similar to Zhao Qin's in it at all. How did it suddenly appear
She flipped it open, flipping to the back pages, but couldn't find a painting similar to Lin Jinran's. Flipping back to the front cover, she confirmed that it was indeed that magazine.
What on earth is going on have true love and enter the marriage hall with their loved ones, spending a lifetime together in love and harmony."Auntie Jin, you're right. I can't give up on the good men I'll meet in the future b...