After every model in the backstage was done, Lin Zixuan and Zhang Qing confirmed that it was correct again, and then reported to the director at the front desk.

After receiving the message, the director of the show quickly ordered the catwalk show to start on time in 3 minutes after 3 minutes in the headset, and the staff of various departments quickly stood at their posts and waited for orders.

Looking at the runway, the audience was already sitting quietly and orderly in the comfortable sofa, although the sofa was very comfortable, and I wanted to make people can't help but lie down.

But in order to ensure their image in the camera, many people still dare not collapse on the sofa like some people, such as Lan Xu.

Susan looked at Lan Xu, who was comfortably slumped on the sofa, and sweated: "Aren't you afraid of being photographed?" Isn't this guy going to take the traffic line?

However, although Lan Xu was lying in the sofa slightly, but after a closer look, he was just leaning on his body slightly, with his hands comfortably placed on the sofa behind him, his legs were cocked, and Erlang's legs were slightly squinted, looking a little lazy and casual, but it was unexpectedly suitable for this show.

The few young female editors-in-chief who saw it next to her, like a spring heart, looked here from time to time with a pair of eyes.

Seeing this scene, Susan couldn't help but sigh secretly, tsk! Lan Xu, this guy looks quite popular with the little girl.

At the same time, she also saw several Huaxia media reporters sitting opposite, who were holding the barrel of a cannon aimed at this place at the moment, and the click and click sound could be faintly heard here, and she must have taken a lot of photos of Lan Xu lying down.

Lan Xu was obviously very tired, not only did he not sit up straight, but he looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "No matter, maybe it can still make headlines!"

"Yang Rong will kill you, right?" Susan raised an eyebrow, a little gloating.

"No," Lan Xu said lazily, holding his chin in one hand, "but he will throw me into the company's etiquette training class for additional training! He was as lazy as a lazy Persian cat in the afternoon, and at this time attracted the attention of many people.

"Then why don't you sit up better?" Susan was a little depressed, why did she feel like an aunt in kindergarten at the moment, teaching children how to sit upright?!

"Tired! Sister Susan, you don't know, Brother Rong is too much! He actually made an appointment with a photographer for me in China, and at noon he frantically pulled me to take pictures on various street corners in Paris, from the Eiffel Tower to the Louvre to Notre Dame Cathedral. ”

Lan Xu rubbed his head into the sofa and complained unceremoniously: "It's rare to have such a comfortable sofa now, of course I have to lie down well." ”

Susan was a little tired, and at the same time silently sympathized with Yang Rong in her heart, wondering if he would vomit blood in anger when he saw tonight's news.

Lan Xu's most popular photo is not the hard work of taking photos on the street at noon, but Lan Xu's lazily lying on the sofa in the show.

Susan quickly retracted her thoughts, because at this moment the background music on the catwalk sounded, it was a piano music full of rhythm and dynamics.

As the music began, a model slowly walked at the end of the catwalk, and Susan was sitting in front of the catwalk, unable to see the style of the first outfit because of the distance.

But the audience who watched the show in the back couldn't help but pick up their mobile phones and cameras to take pictures one after another, and there were some exclamations in their mouths from time to time, which made the show seem a little noisy, which was something that had never happened in the show before.

What kind of clothes have such magic that these fashion editors who have seen the world can't help but exclaim? Susan couldn't help but be a little surprised!