After a brief silence, the room erupted in thunderous applause.

Although it was not appropriate, the audience could not contain the excitement in their hearts.

Most of the guests in the room remembered the shock that this model had brought them – he had all the qualities of other great models, and a unique charm that others would be difficult to imitate and surpass.

As long as it is someone who has seen his steps on the spot, it is difficult to erase the figure in his memory.

Deeply imprinted, irreplaceable.

Some people are born to be a good fit for this stage, and some people are more dynamic than static.

Ferry Montero is undoubtedly such a model.

In the midst of the excited guests, Mr. Hawke's eyes clearly reflected the figure on the runway that was turning.

That's his son...... With the same blood flowing as him, the ancient precipitation of the Borromeo family bloomed in him with dazzling brilliance, transcending the boundaries of time and space, tearing apart the moat between nobles and commoners.

Noble and wild, reserved and unrestrained.

The symbols of different cultural elements create a strong impact and attraction on the same person.

At the same time that he was pierced through the heart by Ferry's steps and demeanor, Mr. Hawke seemed to see another face through his indifferent and domineering eyes.

A beautiful face that mixes wildness and delicacy, with facial features similar to Ferry's, thick eyebrows, passion and persistence.

He knew that he had failed the woman, and while he was ruthlessly closing the door, he buried what was called Passion and Love with his own hands.

The Borromeo family's rules of survival do not need these.

He had to give up, he had to turn his head forcefully, leaving no softness.

Then, in countless days and nights, in midnight dreams, he occasionally remembered the good days he had spent in South America, romantic encounters and desperation, lit up a small corner of his river of life, and occasionally splashed bright water, making him understand that his life was not just barren and silent.

But that's about it.

As a member of the Borromeo family, Hawke has so much to devote a lot of energy to manage, if it weren't for the fact that he is getting older, if it is not for the fact that after another divorce, the lawyer and consultant tactfully hint that he needs a proper heir, Hawke will not suddenly think of his past lover, and the son she gave birth to for himself.

Descendants of impure blood, nameless and undivided illegitimate children.

What had once been regarded as an ugly thing had now become his only option, and his family doctor regretfully told him that he had asthenospermia and that the chances of having a healthy offspring were slim.

With decades of indebtedness, Hawke mobilizes an intelligence network to find his only son, hoping to make up for the lack of a father over the years, hoping to fill the regrets of his life.

For the powerful Borromeo family principal, this is not a problem, is it?

However, fame, money, power, and other people's coveted things lose their value in front of their sons, like gloomy roadside stones.

Hawke didn't know how to please his son, what to do, so that his son was willing to bow his proud head and return to him.

Isn't it enough that he is willing to give him everything?

Until this moment, seeing his son walking steadily through the long stretch platform, Hawke's eyes were moist, and he seemed to understand something...... Ferry has a full life, and he doesn't need a father who suddenly pops up to recognize him.

Although his heart was sour, Mr. Hawke's eyes were still full of appreciation and pride.

That's his son! Even though the son didn't want to recognize him, so what?

The son of Hawke Borromeo is no less than the children and grandchildren of his best friends.

No, Ferry is better than them!

Since his son is an eagle soaring in the sky, why do you have to confine him in a cage made of gold and break his beautiful wings?

Mr. Hawke watched Ferry's back disappear and made the next decision in his mind.

After the opening model left the stage with rock music, the melody tail trembled lightly, replaced by a more soothing electronic sound, with a strong exotic atmosphere, and the models took the stage one after another to show off their clothes.

The relieved guests looked intently and found that the clothes on the models had a common characteristic.

The visual impact is vivid and intense, not the eccentricity of the sword, but the mastery of fabrics, details, lines and cuts.

The bold and unconventional colors, the elegant and concise silhouette lines and the delicate luxury revealed in the details deeply attract people's attention.

Designers have pushed the boundaries of tighter cuts and more feminine masculine styles.

After the first exotic presentation, the models who appeared on the stage brought a collection of earthy colors, black, gray and blue, as if one had returned to the fifties and sixties of the last century, bomber jackets, short hunting suits, ...... Bold lines, tough and heroic military elements are interspersed, with delicate tassels and wood trimmings, adding a soft element to unexpected details.

Even the unflattering fashion editors and acerbic critics smiled with satisfaction from the audience.

The finale costume was still worn by Ferry Santrini Montero, whose appearance once again ignited the excitement of the guests.

This time, Ferry walked more easily and naturally, seemingly casual steps, perfectly combined with swaying and flowing fabrics, cyan is a difficult color to control, but in his body turned into a handful of fresh water, tightly wrapped in a strong and powerful body, rigid and soft, strength and beauty, obviously ambiguous to make people blush and heartbeat of the hollow cut, but he wore out of the fierce and domineering that people dare not blasphemy, and then at the moment of turning around, the man's eyebrows became soft, and the originally sharp corners of the eyebrows quietly brought a little evil teasing, made many women in the audience have their hearts beating fast and their faces flushing lightly.

"It was a very successful fashion show."

"I saw the designer's excellent aura and skill."

"Although there are still some immature ideas, I have to admit that such an artistic display will be the brightest memory of my trip to Paris."

"I wanted to work with this designer, oh yes, yes, I'm going to send a fashion consultant to get in touch, and hopefully it's not too late. I believe that all the fashion media are willing to set aside the most important pages for the full coverage of this wonderful artist. ”

After the show, more media and reporters flocked to the exit.

They didn't know that there were so many big names here, but when they got the news, the clothing show had begun. Journalists with a keen sense of smell were curious about what was unique about the show, which brought together the world's highest fashion masters.

And the few words they revealed successfully whetted everyone's appetite.

Journalists frantically searched for the designer's life, and the American fashion media were more familiar with the name than in Europe, and soon they were headlining the debut of a high-profile new designer at Paris Fashion Week, citing a review by a fashion editor.

One of the well-known fashion bloggers who was invited to participate wrote on his Twitter: "...... When I received the invitation, I didn't know what kind of work the designer would bring to the table, but yes, I was there because the brand was related to the supermodel Mr. Montero. However, this show gave me a glimpse of design and art full of life, and I must say that if my beloved male god Monsieur Montero is planning to return to the fashion industry, working with the L brand is definitely his powerful statement: the eagle flaps its wings, and the king returns. ”

This also became the headline of another set of headlines.

While there was a lot of talk about the masterful designs of up-and-coming designers and the return of icon-class supermodels, the focus was on Qi Qi's disappearance after the curtain call, leaving the models and staff waiting backstage to join in the celebration.

"Where's the designer Mr. Qiaoqi?"

"I didn't see it, it seems that I haven't seen her since I got off the stage after the curtain call. By the way, what about Mr. Montero? He's the object of my adoration and I want to get him an autograph! ”

"yes, it's strange that Mr. Montero is gone...... Garcia, are we going to wait? Do you want to send someone to find them? ”

Listening to the models' discussions, Garcia broke out in a cold sweat and remembered the ambiguous movement he overheard when he finally left the backstage dressing room...... He laughed dryly, waved his hand, and led everyone directly to the pre-booked bar.

After three rounds of drinking, Qiao Shanquan and Fei Li appeared one after another.

As the two souls of this show, one of them is flushed, the other looks radiant, and the picture standing together is extremely eye-catching, each of them is wonderful, and they reflect each other.

"Punishment! I can't let you go if I don't finish drinking this round! ”

The excited models cheered, clapped and whistled.

Qiao Shanquan, who had a thin flush on her face and extraordinarily bright eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, she raised her wine glass and drank it all heartily.

Ferri watched her heroic movements dumbfounded, that glass was a very pure vodka!

Qiao Shanquan drinks very refreshingly, glass after glass, not pretentious, not twisted, and never dragged mud and water. Have a good time, and sing and dance at your fingertips. The more she drank, the brighter her eyes became, and she didn't see the slightest drunkenness.

Leaving Ferry, who wanted to save the beauty and the drunken driver, useless, he depressedly picked up a bottle of whiskey and walked to the corner by the window and sat down.

"Why don't you go over?" Garcia came over with a bottle and bumped into him, walking a little staggeringly, snorting out a strong sip of wine.

Ferry furrowed his eyebrows: "I don't like occasions that are too noisy. ”

Looking up and laughing a few times, Garcia turned his head to look at him: "But you are back in this circle again, why?" ”

Ferry didn't speak, his eyes looked straight at the bright and moving shadow in the crowd.

Garcia would be silent.

"By the way, I haven't thanked you yet." Ferry's tone was very light, and his expression was full of sincerity.

Garcia shrugged: "They are all friends, not to mention that you have given a very lucrative contract, of course my boss is willing to win a rare catwalk opportunity for his models." ”

Hearing this, Ferrie smiled and stopped talking.

The two silently finished each drinking their wines, and Garcia staggered towards the crowd, hugging a handsome young boy and laughing.

Leaving Ferry alone, like a silent hermit, is at odds with the warm atmosphere.

When he impatiently drove away the fourth handsome model who tried to climb up to his knees, Ferry reached the limit of his endurance, got up with a black face, strode to the most lively place in the crowd, and directly carried Qiao Shanquan away.

When she arrived at the parking lot, Ferry put down Qiao Shanquan, she turned in a circle, walked out two steps without knowing the direction, and fell headlong.

Frightened, Ferry hurriedly caught her and touched her hot cheeks, only to realize that something was wrong.

"Georgie?"

Squinting, the blushing Qiao Shanquan giggled, hummed a song indistinctly, and her body writhed restlessly in his arms, which soon made the flames of anxiety in Ferry become a prairie fire.

Putting her on the front lid of the car, Ferry put his arms at her sides, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose gently, his voice low and magnetic: "Drunk? ”

"I didn't ...... Not drunk...... It's just hot ...... Well, uncomfortable......"

"Okay, good, you're not drunk, you're not drunk." Ferry smiled helplessly, and couldn't take drunk people too seriously.

Qiao Shanquan raised her arm, hooked Fei Li's neck hard, hung on him like a sloth, and rubbed it on him with a grin: "You ...... today." So handsome. I'm about to ...... again I'm in love with you. ”

Ferry's eyes lit up, what did he hear? With a little disbelief, the man suppressed the joy in his heart, and shook her shoulder carefully: "Qiao Qi, what did you just say?" Say it again! ”

"Hmm...... Well? Me, what did I say? Qiao Shanquan tried hard to open her drunken hazy eyes, and after a long time, she saw the enlarged handsome face in front of her, she laughed, and pinched his chin triumphantly, like a suave flower, "Handsome guy, you really ...... today Excellent! I wouldn't know if it weren't for you...... I don't know what day I'll have to wait until I get ahead...... This colorful world, the fashion industry, is the most cruel arena! If I didn't meet you...... If I didn't meet you...... I don't know where I am, hahaha......"

After a thoughtless speech, Qiao Shanquan buried her head on Fei Li's shoulder, she exhaled like an orchid, and her hot breath was mixed with the mellow smell of wine, which was not unpleasant, and her sweet aroma was entwined, constituting all the elements that made Fei Li's heart beat faster and her blood boiled.

The most natural and powerful aphrodisiac.

Staring at her red lips for a long time, Ferrie first carefully pasted them, and then wrapped her soft lips whole, skillfully grinding and entwining, and soon the tip of her lovely tongue poked out, and couldn't wait to get closer to him, Ferrie chuckled, tempted her with his hot breath, and admired her delicate drunkenness.

Until an impatient grunt welled up in her throat, he leaned over and pressed her back, swallowing her kitten-like gasps and continuing the fiery passion that had previously lingered in the cramped locker room backstage...... 166 Reading Network