The models on the catwalk have arrived, and after the staff confirms the costumes on the models one by one, they report to the chief director.

Everything was ready, and the models took the stage in order, showing off their outfits and accessories on the runway to the rhythm of the music.

When it was Mu Sheng's turn, Mu Sheng stepped on the catwalk steadily.

The audience on both sides of the catwalk quickly shifted their attention, the girl was wearing a simple and neat denim jumpsuit, with a belt of the same color tied around her waist at random, and the wide belt couldn't help but outline the thin waist.

Unbuttoned one or two buttons at the neckline of the jumpsuit, with a bit of casual and uninhibited, the hair combed back of the head reveals a delicate and charming oriental face, and when walking, one or two strands of hair occasionally fall on both sides, with a bit of handsomeness.

Many fashion editors-in-chief picked up their cameras one after another, their eyes moved with Mu Sheng, looking at the slender long legs that couldn't be hidden by the pants, and the white toes exposed in black high heels under their feet.

Walking steadily on the catwalk with the rhythm of the music, he exudes a casual and free temperament, a pair of black eyes that do not squint, with a bit of uninhibited and proud, which is inexplicably consistent with the trendy brand on his body.

Elegant and handsome, simple and trendy, such clothes, such an aura, attracted the attention of many fashion buyers.

"This newcomer's steps are really good, domineering and stylish, full of aura!"

"That's right, and she highlights the characteristics of the jumpsuit she wears, simple and neat, neutral and handsome!"

"Jumpsuits are indeed an element that has become popular in the past two years, but jumpsuits use more fabric and chiffon, and I didn't expect denim to do the same, but the key is that the material used in denim must be comfortable. ”

These words of praise did not reach Mu Sheng's ears, but fell into the ears of Meisha behind.

Meisha pursed her lips inadvertently, looked at Mu Sheng's high heels passing by her, those dark green eyes suddenly deepened, and there was a bit of malice and schadenfreude in her eyes.

After Mu Sheng stepped down, he took the next set of clothes from the staff, a black motorcycle pick, a black leather skirt of the same color, and a simple white T-shirt with the brand name of the trendy brand printed on the T-shirt.

Mu Sheng hurriedly trotted to the fitting room, and this time no one deliberately delayed time.

Soon, I put on the second set, put on the handsome motorcycle jacket, a little handsome and chic, and looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction.

However, when his eyes fell on the high heels under his feet, he stepped on the ground and felt that the heel of the high heels on his right foot was a little loose.

Mu Sheng knew what was going on, it was all some rotten little tricks!

Soon came to the side of the stage, feeling Meisha's somewhat malicious eyes behind him, Mu Sheng hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and he didn't know who was pranking whom.

Mu Sheng immediately stepped on the catwalk for the second time, raised his feet and stepped on the catwalk, walked handsomely ahead, looked at the slender figure walking towards the center, and the corners of Meisha's mouth couldn't help but rise.

It's almost broken, right?

Will it definitely fall off the stage?

I don't know if this yellow-skinned monkey can lose this person?

You won't be able to mix in France anymore, right?

The Chinese people should stay in the poor and backward country of China, and run out to grab a job with our noble Caucasians?

Meisha walked to the catwalk, her heart was full of malicious thoughts, looking at Mu Sheng, who was already standing in the middle and about to turn around, a pair of eyes couldn't help but stare at her feet, and there was a bit of excitement and anticipation in her eyes.

Is it going to break?