In Shanghai, a busy group of people walked around the home of Bo Jin and Hai Song, Hai Song and Bo Jin were placed in two different rooms, and Xin Ruolan and her team were helping the two of them do the styling. Although it was not the first time for Bo Jin and Hai Song to attend the premiere, they were both calm, but Xin Ruolan was very nervous.

This is not a simple premiere, but a real world premiere, media from different countries have come, and there is a live broadcast, if the modeling is not done well, even a little mistake will affect Xin Ruolan's reputation, and it is a shame to the extent that it is thrown all over the world, it is strange if you are not nervous!

"Bo Jin, I think this set is the best, what do you think?" Three assistants held three dresses and displayed them in front of Bo Jin for Bo Jin to choose.

Bo Jin's own fashion vision is average, and this kind of thing is assured to be handed over to the styling team, "Sister Lan, you can call the shots on this matter, I believe in your vision!" ”

Of course, Xin Ruolan was happy to receive such trust, so she instructed her assistant to take away the remaining two, leaving the one she thought was the best, and at the same time instructing Hai Song's side to wear a suit that matched Bo Jin.

Bo Jin is also the queen of Cannes now, originally wearing a high order, but also need to use Du Feng's connections, and can only get last year's model, but now she has many big brands who take the initiative to choose clothes for Bo Jin, Xin Ruolan will specifically ask Bo Jin for advice, also because, although the brand of this dress is also a line, it is not as good as the brand of the other two skirts. I'm afraid that Bo Jin will not feel that it is not good enough and is unwilling to wear it.

But it is obvious that she thinks too much, although the clothes Bo Jin wears are all first-line big names. But I've never been the kind of person who is very picky, and I also know that what suits me is the best. And not the most expensive.

In another room, Haisong was drowsy, hurriedly came back from the set, and was pulled up to do styling after sleeping for three hours, of course, it was not very energetic, but fortunately, Haisong was born beautiful, and it didn't take much effort to shape or something. Otherwise he wouldn't have even three hours to spare.

The aunt who is raising the child hugged Jing'er and watched the family that had been cold and affectionate come and go, and Jing'er opened her eyes and watched the excitement without crying or making trouble. She only came to this house to be a childcare sister-in-law before. knew that it was a big star's home, and I thought that I would often see stars or something, but I didn't expect that this couple was homely and at home all day. And don't go out. There is always a family of three at home. Occasionally, the man's father-in-law and mother-in-law come over, and they always look so plain and quiet. Today, she finally saw the side of the big star, seeing Bo Jin sitting calmly in her seat, a group of people serving her makeup, the hostess who was always smiling at home and loved to joke, immediately changed her temperament.

"Aunt Feng! Today we may come back later, after we go out a little bit. You just take Jing'er to my parents' house, and they will watch Jing'er at night! Bo Jin saw Aunt Feng holding the child on the side. Said.

"Eh, okay!" It's not the first time, Aunt Feng agreed.

Haisong came out after finishing the modeling, and saw Aunt Feng holding her son, went over to take it, hugged herself, looked at her son with wide eyes, curiously looked at so many people in the family, and reached out to touch her son's tender little face, "Jing'er, call Dad!" ”

"Don't make him cry, Aunt Feng, it's a mess at home today, you better go to my parents' house now, lest Jing'er be scared and cry again!" When Bo Jin saw a group of people in the family, it was like asking an aunt to take her children away.

Hai Song heard Bo Jin say this, and saw that Bo Jin had to work hard for a long time, and he didn't wait for Aunt Feng to agree, "I'll go over with Jing'er, it's going to be a long time for you here, I'll stay with my parents for a while and come back!" With that, he yawned.

"You go over and sleep for a while, I need at least two hours here, anyway, there is enough time, look at your red eyes!" Haisong filmed until the second half of the night, and then took a car or plane before coming back, without much rest, Bo Jin looked distressed.

Xin Ruolan was very helpless to see Hai Song nodding in agreement, holding the child's head and leaving without looking back, "Hai Song, you come back early, if the hairstyle is messed up, we will redo it for you!" "Although it doesn't take much effort to shape the sea pine, I always have to do it again when I go to bed after it's done.

"Got it!" Haisong said yes.

This time, Bo Jin and Hai Song's house will prepare for their premiere ceremony, also because Hai Song needs to rest, if you rush to Xin Ruolan's studio and come back to attend the premiere, you will waste a lot of time on the way, Bo Jin and Hai Song's community is in the city center, and it is also very close to the location of this premiere, so as to save time, if not, it is estimated that Hai Song will not even have three hours of sleep.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the overall shape of Bo Jin was finally completed on Xin Ruolan's hands, with short hair neatly combed and fixed, clear makeup, and orange-pink lips. The aqua blue bandeau dress skirt is finely embellished with sequins at the top and waist, from fine to loose, and finally hidden in the skirt, and the waist is tied with an aqua blue bow ribbon, outlining the slender waist of the pansier.

Since Bo Jin gave birth to a baby, she has grown some flesh, but her limbs are still slender, and her face has more flesh. It was also because she could see the current state of Bo Jin that Xin Ruolan chose this set of the softest colors, the feeling of a very young state.

"Where's the shoes?" Xin Ruolan glanced Bo Jin up and down, and said after seeing the skirt mopping the floor.

The assistant immediately took a pair of high heels and put them in front of Bo Jin, at least thirteen centimeters of high heels, which made Bo Jin very timid, "Sister Lan, this pair is too tall!" "Sumire can't wear high heels, most of her shoes are only seven or eight centimeters, or even lower, this kind of thirteen centimeters is very stressful for her.

Xin Ruolan frowned, for a stylist, the pursuit of perfection in every detail is her work ethic.

Bo Jin frowned when she saw her, and immediately added, "Sister Lan, my husband is only 180, I wear it so tall, it will look like he is short!" "In order to save herself, Bo Jin really doesn't hesitate to blacken her husband at all!

Hai Song just entered the door when he heard his daughter-in-law coming, feeling the sympathetic eyes of a group of people around him, Hai Song smiled, he had long been accustomed to his daughter-in-law's love to the natural black beat in the depths.

"Wife, I think it's more appropriate not to have the word 'cai' in front of 180, what do you think?" Hai Song walked to the room where Bo Sumire was wearing makeup, and when he saw Bo Sumire, his eyes flashed with amazement.

"Husband, are you back, are you asleep?" When Bo Jin saw Hai Song, she looked back at him and smiled happily.

Hai Song nodded, "I'm asleep, I'm more energetic!" ”

Xin Ruolan was speechless, and when she looked at the hairstyle, she knew how confident, bold and comfortable Hai Song slept at ease.

Bo Jin looked over and found that Hai Song's face was really better, and the redness in his eyes went down a little, so he relaxed a little, and then turned around at Hai Song, "Husband, is it beautiful?" ”

Hai Song nodded, "Beautiful!" ”

"I think, hey, too!" Bo Jin smiled.

Yan Qing and Ji Rujing looked at these two nerds, sighed in their hearts, glanced at each other, and then clapped their hands, "Okay, let's get the shape of Haisong again, we're almost going out!" ”

A few people came over to help Haisong tidy it up again, and then, the group went out in an uproar! (To be continued.) )