Mu Sheng found the staff in charge of the distribution of clothes, and took the clothes he would wear later, which was a denim jumpsuit and a belt of the same color, simple and neat.

After Mu Sheng came to the simple fitting room backstage, he found that many models were waiting in line in front of each fitting room, and Mu Sheng's arrival still attracted the attention of some models.

A few models thought that Mu Sheng couldn't understand French, and said in a slightly louder voice: "Didn't Bertha say that this oriental model who wants to be done can't put on makeup?"

When Mu Sheng heard this, he glanced at the people casually, and the quiet black eyes couldn't help but make the voices of several people pause: "She just looked at us?

The voices of several people couldn't help but drop.

The model next to him frowned: "How is it possible, Huaxia people can only listen to English at most, right?"

Mu Sheng looked around, stood casually behind a short-haired model, leaned slightly against the wall and closed his eyes for a while.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she didn't notice the short-haired model standing in front of her making eye contact with the models next to her.

When it was the short-haired model's turn to change clothes, Mu Sheng opened his eyes and saw the short-haired model pull the fitting curtain.

Mu Sheng waited quietly, but after waiting for almost 5 minutes, several people came out one after another from several fitting rooms next to him, and the fitting room that Mu Sheng was waiting for in front of him did not move for a long time.

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows, looked at the fitting room in front of him motionless and without any sound, and said in French: "Is the model inside fainting?

The short-haired model leaning against the wall inside was looking proud, and she thought about it, if the Oriental model outside spoke English, she would pretend not to understand, and kept answering in French, anyway, she couldn't do anything to herself.

Then in the next second, she was stunned, and a nice female voice came from outside the door: "Are the models inside tired from changing clothes? Do you need me to call the person in charge to call an ambulance?"

Hearing this, the short-haired model was stunned, and the original smug smile on her face froze, looking a little weird.

This French must be spoken by the Oriental model, right?

The next second, as if to confirm what she said, the curtain of the fitting room was torn off, and then the female voice continued: "If no one answers, then I'll just come in and have a look." ”

The short-haired model was startled, then quickly calmed down and said, "The zipper behind me is stuck, you wait a minute!

She originally wanted to fool the past with the reason of language barriers, but she didn't expect that the oriental model outside could actually speak French!?

If she doesn't go out now, if she really finds the person in charge and finds that she is deliberately delaying the time to change clothes, she won't be able to eat and walk around.

But Bertha said she was going to delay her for 10 minutes, and now it's only been 5 minutes, what should I do?

The short-haired model gritted her teeth and silently thought about countermeasures, and a little anxiety flashed in her eyes.

Mu Sheng stood outside listening to the silent voice inside, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you need me to go in and help you?" Anyway, everyone is a woman, and they are not afraid of anything. ”

The eyebrows were already a little impatient, and he looked up at the clock on the wall, and there were less than 10 minutes left.

Take a step forward and reach out to tear open the curtain of the fitting room in front of you.

As soon as the curtain opened, the short-haired model inside stood up straight in fright, stared at a pair of round eyes, covered her chest, and exclaimed in a low voice: "You... What are you going to do?"

Mu Sheng snorted, looked up and down at the neatly dressed short-haired model, and didn't see the zipper she said, so she knew what was going on.

Without raising his eyes, he hung his clothes on the hook and pushed the short-haired model away: "Why don't you do it? ”

"I...."The short-haired model was about to say something.

Then in the next second, he looked at Shang Mu Sheng with a little coldness and disdain, and suddenly couldn't say anything in his mouth, and walked out of the fitting room with a sneering face.

Mu Sheng looked at the short-haired model who left obediently, the corners of his mouth rose, and his expression was a little mocking.

In less than a minute, Mu Sheng had already put on this denim jumpsuit, buttoned the strap around his waist, and opened the curtain and went out to find the staff to get his shoes.

However, when Mu Sheng asked, the girl rummaged through a pile of shoes, looking puzzled: "Strange, I just put it here, how could it be gone?"

The girl's face was a little anxious and scared, the shoes had always been kept by her, and if one of them was lost, the boss would definitely fire her!