Chapter 957 Bridge to Bridge, Road to Road

Ou Ximing's hands were tightly clenched, and then gradually loosened.

After a long time, he suddenly took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, with a mocking yet relieved smile on his face.

"Back then you said that you wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and I was willing to learn styling for you and accompany you to participate in the Hong Kong Miss Competition. Champion, but you said that Liang Chenyi has always been with you?"

"With your current fame, so many people are staring at you and waiting to see your jokes, so you think that with me, you will become a joke in the eyes of others, don't you?"

Zhao Zimo's face was a little ugly, she bit her lip, and finally said, "...Sorry."

Ou Ximing finally couldn't help but sneered, "Okay, I see."

He let out a long sigh, his throat still full of sarcasm.

"The doubts that have been in my heart for so long are finally solved, and I am finally relieved. But I still want to say thank you to you, because of you, I chose to be a stylist, and it is also my life. I have determined a direction. I feel that I do not owe you anything, so I will not be stingy with a thank you. Then from now on..."

Ou Ximing's eyes suddenly became firm and cold. Zhao Zimo couldn't help but feel cold when he saw it, and he couldn't help but took two steps back.

In the midst of panic, I heard Ou Ximing's lingling voice say again:

"Then from now on, we will have nothing to do with each other again! You are right, you and I will not be in the same world, no matter now or in the future."

Zhao Zimo's face relaxed slightly, "It would be great if you can think like this."

Ou Ximing sneered, let out a long breath, and was speechless.

In the fitting room, the door was half opened.

Lan Xianxian bit her lip tightly and looked at Zhao Zimo and Ou Ximing with resentment on her face.

"This Ms. Zhao, how can she be so ungrateful, Mr. Ou treats her so well, and she would say such a thing? It's too much!"

Shen Fanxing's gaze had long been withdrawn from the outside, and she was arranging the dress on her body.

Unlike Lan Xianxian's righteous indignation, there was a faint smile on her face.

"There are always a few people who are too much, so that you have the urge to step on them all."

Lan Xianxian tightly clenched her fists, her gaze was fixed on Ou Ximing who was standing sideways, she couldn't fully see the expression on his face, but she couldn't stop the atmosphere and sadness in her heart.

She just listened to what Shen Fanxing said, but didn't digest it.

Within two minutes, a man in a white ink printed suit pushed the door open.

When Zhao's mother saw the man appearing at the door, she looked at Ou Ximing's contemptuous and disdainful face and immediately smiled. Just as she was about to say hello, the man at the door was surrounded by several people.

"Are you Director Liang?!"

"I'm the designer's assistant here, and I like you very much!"

"I'm Ahern, the stylist here, Mr. Liang, it's a great honor to meet you. I also participated in the last International beauty expo, and I was lucky to get fifth place, but Mr. Liang is still the champion, and I am convinced."

Just seeing Liang Chenyi, several designers, stylists, assistants, and even customers in the store all surrounded him.

Liang Chenyi had a polite and modest smile on his face, but the kind of adoring and complimenting treatment made him inevitably reveal a somewhat conceited and proud look on his face.

"Mr. Liang's designs for Ms. Zimo at the fashion week in the past two years are always eye-catching. They have attracted the attention of the international fashion circle. Many internationally renowned designers want to cooperate with you!"

"The Paris Autumn/Winter Fashion Week will be held in two days. Mr. Liang's handwriting will definitely make Miss Zimo the most dazzling presence in the Fashion Week."

"Although I really want to be the champion of this year's International beauty expo, but I heard that Mr. Liang also signed up to participate, I am afraid that this year's hope is very slim."

Liang Chenyi smiled gently, "That's ridiculous, I'm just doing my best, and you should do your best too."

The stylist in the store quickly nodded flattered, "I hope I can have a good consultation with Mr. Liang."

Liang Chenyi took it, then raised his head, glanced around, and finally landed on Zhao Zimo who was beside him.

Seeing this, the people around retreated knowingly.

Under Liang Chenyi's gaze, Zhao Zimo's face showed a few traces of embarrassment.

Zhao's mother patted her hand in relief, and watched Liang Chenyi walking towards here step by step with a smile on her face.

Then he looked at Ou Ximing standing next to him, and shook his head.

"See, Ximing, this is the difference between you and Chen Yi. Zi Mo is a star that attracts everyone's attention, and Chen Yi is an internationally renowned stylist who is highly respected and supported. The two of them are the most suitable couple. And you..."

Unstoppable contempt flashed across his face again.

"Mom, Zimo..."

Liang Chenyi had already stood in front of him at this moment, and greeted Mother Zhao and Zimo with a smile.

Finally he raised his head, as if he had just seen Ou Ximing, with surprise on his face.

"Brother? What a coincidence that I met you here! Why did you come to Pingcheng?"

Ou Ximing looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Liang Chenyi raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Zimo into his arms, and brushed the strands of her temple hair behind her ears.

"Or are you here to attend my wedding with Momo? Brother really has a heart."

Ou Ximing glanced at him expressionlessly, "Congratulations."

Liang Chenyi raised his eyebrows, and smiled disapprovingly.

He whispered to Zhao Zimo in his arms, "Did you pick out the wedding dress?"

Zhao Zimo shook her head, at this moment the clerk immediately said:

"The wedding dress section is not here, please follow me, both of you."

Ou Ximing watched as a man and a woman embraced and left, and walked towards the second floor without any expression on his face.

Zhao's mother snorted coldly, and finally followed behind the two of them.

Ou Ximing closed his eyes deeply. Ahern, the stylist who had been complimenting Liang Chenyi just now, appeared at some point. He glanced in Liang Chenyi's direction, and then asked Ou Ximing:

"Are you a stylist too?"

Ou Ximing slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him indifferently, "Yes."

"You know Mr. Liang."

"do not know."

Ahern frowned, and looked him up and down with disdain.

"That's right, how could you know the famous Mr. Liang?"

After he finished speaking, he was about to chase after Liang Chenyi and the others, but at this moment the store door was opened again.

Yu Song opened the door first and came in, holding the door with his hand, standing aside respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and straight figure walked in with steady steps.