After settling down the work in the factory and taking a brief rest in Shanghai, Leng Xiaoye left Shanghai with Anqi near noon the next day, and rushed to Hong Kong.

The organizing committee has arranged a hotel for the contestants, and after contacting the staff, Leng Ono reported smoothly, and then checked into the hotel designated by the competition under the arrangement of the staff.

After the two of them had a brief rest in their rooms, Angel had already received a call from the organizing committee, informing them to go to the banquet hall for dinner.

Leng Xiaoye is still low-key, just wearing the most ordinary T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of wide-edged flat eyes to cover the edge of his eyes.

Once she was ready, she and Angel went upstairs and took the elevator to the banquet hall on the top floor.

When the two arrived, there were already many people gathered in the banquet hall.

The participants and the staff of the organizing committee...... Many of the biggest names in the fashion industry, Hong Kong and other countries and regions were also invited to attend.

This competition, hosted by Vogue magazine, has been held for four years and has attracted a lot of attention from the outside world, and each time it has received sponsorship from many big brands and companies, and this time is of course no exception.

Leng Xiaoye glanced around, and took An Qi to a corner and stood still.

At the entrance, there was a burst of laughter, and then several people walked in with two people in a cluster.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

I don't know who sighed urgently, but everyone instinctively turned their faces and looked in the direction of the entrance.

The two walked into the venue with a smile, and at the head of the left was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was Mr. Ye He, the chairman of the media company to which Vogue belonged.

Walking beside him was a young man who looked to be at most twenty-three or fourteen years old, with dazzling silver hair, skin as smooth as jade, a white suit, and a lazy temperament.

"Mr. Phoebe?!" When Angel saw this, she immediately showed the essence of a that could not be concealed, "So handsome...... It's like having the aura of the protagonist! ”

"Why don't you say that he just opened the plug-in?"

Leng Xiaoye was laughing on the side, and his eyes behind the lenses were also a little surprised.

Last time, in country A, Phoebe just sent her a text message to say goodbye.

I thought I didn't know what year and month I didn't know when I would see him again, but I didn't think that I would see him again so soon.

Seeing these two, everyone who was originally chatting in twos and threes took the initiative to come over and greet the two.

Phoebe nodded faintly, with a sense of alienation in her politeness.

Obviously he was in the crowd, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, but he still gave people a feeling of loneliness.

Glancing around casually, his eyes caught the figure smiling and nodding to him not far away, and Phoebe's eyes immediately lit up with dark lenses.

Cold Ono?

How could she be here!

Retracting the palm that was shaking with the guest in front of her, Phoebe almost instinctively parted the crowd and walked over to Leng Ono.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon!"

"yes!" Leng Ono raised the corners of his lips lightly, "I didn't expect it either...... How did you come over too? ”

"Because I'm one of the judges." Phoebe explained with a smile.

"Oh? To put it this way...... I'm going to have to shake hands with you," Leng Ono smiled and stretched out his right hand to Phoebe, deliberately using a respectful tone, "Phoebe-sensei...... Please look after me in the future. ”

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[Ha~~ If I say that Xiao Ning is not worthy of Sikong or Xiao Xiaoxi, what do you say? 】

Good night