Although Song Qingge had expected that today's exhibition site would be very grand, but when Youyou led her to the catwalk, she looked at the black people under the stage and the overwhelming flashing lights on the left and right, and found that this exhibition was really more grand than she imagined.

Although she is also a designer, it is the first time she has walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, the long catwalk is almost like she can't see her head, her nervous palms are sweaty, and even the corners of her mouth are stiff with a smile.

Under the leadership of Youyou, she soon walked to the end of the catwalk, and the host's voice sounded in the venue-

"The next thing I want to introduce is the work of the cutting-edge designer from Group C, Miss Song Qingge. Miss Song is a rookie designer who only entered the public eye this year, but her first work was to design the dress for the first performance of the well-known pianist Mr. Zhan Jue, and she also appeared on the Elsa magazine chart, which can be described as a dark horse. Today she brings you a long silk cheongsam, and then Miss Song herself will introduce her work to you. ”

There was a standing microphone at the end of the catwalk, Song Qingge stepped forward, bowed first, and then said with a smile: "Designers and cheongsam lovers at home and abroad, hello everyone, my name is Song Qingge, this is my model Miss Youyou." Since ancient times, plum blossoms, even if Chinese poets compete to praise the flowers, she has the reputation of not fearing the cold and not competing for spring. Chairman Mao once praised her as 'pretty and doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring.' 'The Tang Dynasty Empress Li once wrote a poem for her, 'The plum is like snow and chaos, and the body is still full.' ’”

"Not only that, but the plum blossom is also the first of the four gentlemen in the plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum, and because of this, I have the urge to make a composition for her, and among many books, I finally chose the theme of the plum blossom." Song Qingge took a deep breath lightly and said in a steady tone: "You can see that this cheongsam is actually very monotonous, with plum blossoms embroidered on the left shoulder, and the rhizome is black to create an ink pen effect, extending down to produce a few plum blossoms, and nothing more." The reason for this design is precisely because it borrows the sentence in Chairman Mao's "Yongmei", "Pretty does not compete for spring", and the beauty of Mei is not only beautiful in itself. Whether it's a flower, a cluster, or a tree, it's the same for her. ”

"In terms of material, I chose mulberry silk as the main material. This is because mulberry silk is a natural animal protein fiber, which is smooth and soft to the touch, shiny in appearance, warm in winter and cool in summer, and has good ductility and heat resistance. Summer is coming soon, and when ladies want to wear beautiful cheongsams to travel, then they must worry about whether the long cheongsam will be hot, and mulberry silk avoids this trouble. Besides. Mulberry silk is also known as the 'second skin', and when everyone needs to wear clothes in summer, they need to consider the friction on the skin, but mulberry silk will not cause such problems. ”

"In terms of style, I used the traditional long placket and chose to open it to the thigh and down a little bit when it came to the slit problem. The cheongsam slit has always been a very rigorous issue, and even if there is only a slight gap, it will give people the feeling of dust or not......"

With her introduction, Song Qingge's mood gradually stabilized a lot, and he had a feeling of getting better. There was also a comfortable and indifferent smile on his face, his voice was smooth, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

She was still explaining her work step by step, but she didn't notice that there was a pair of burning eyes staring at her in the audience.

Zhan Qi looked up at the woman on the stage slightly, with some appreciation and amazement in his eyes, and in addition to some indescribable complexities.

After learning that she had arrived in Shanghai ahead of schedule, he immediately asked Xu Cheng to send someone to follow her, and he thought that this step would be enough. But in the dead of night, he lay on the big bed they had shared together, sniffing the scent of her on the pillow. He was vaguely uncontrollable to think about her.

Not only that, but even when he was in a meeting in the company, he often wandered, thinking about her moaning gracefully under him, and thinking about her thighs when she wore a cheongsam, he felt his throat tighten.

In the two days she was in Shanghai, he probably spent more time thinking about her than in the past five years combined.

He didn't want to come in person, but when he did, it was as if he cared about her, which was obviously a violation of his own promises and principles.

But when he saw the photos sent to him by his subordinates, he felt that he couldn't sit still.

On the bizarre Huangpu River, Xue Yan hugged her tightly, and even lowered his head towards her. He was not a three-year-old child, and he couldn't have been more clear about what Xue Yan wanted to do. They were so close that as long as Xue Yan moved slightly, the two of them would kiss together.

What made him even more resentful was the unconcealed love and possessiveness in Xue Yan's eyes, such a strong and naked look made him feel that a fire had rushed directly to the top of his head in an instant, and even let Xu Cheng book him a ticket to Shanghai.

Zhan Qi clasped his hands in front of his chest, squinted slightly, and looked up at the woman who was still talking on the stage.

He remembered that she used to be very bold, and even if she was asked to speak in a place where there were more people, she would stammered nervously, as if she could cry the next second. But now she can not only talk endlessly in front of the world, but also talk generously.

He suddenly felt as if he didn't understand this woman a little, since when did she become so generous and natural, and she was no longer the little woman who used to hide behind him?

Thinking like this, he turned his head to look at the short cheongsam on her body, mint green style, there were no patterns on it, just a few white jasmine flowers were simply embroidered, beautiful and elegant, very quiet.

Zhan Qi looked at Song Qingge on the stage, and for the first time felt that she was much more beautiful than all the vulgar fans he had encountered in his life.

On the other side, Xue Yan also looked up at Song Qingge with appreciation, and his eyes always showed praise and love that could not be concealed. When he first asked her to do the cheongsam project, he still had worries and doubts in his heart. But now, he is completely dispelled.

Her ranking is actually very low, and there have been a lot of designers and models before this, and there are so many designers whose works are very exposed and exaggerated, and they do not reflect the beauty of the cheongsam at all, and the design is like erotic underwear, which is really disgusting.

Many elderly designers and cheongsam researchers in the audience shook their heads and expressed regret when they saw that the quintessence of the country was ruined like this.

But when Song Qingge appeared, he really saw a look of surprise and recognition in the eyes of the public.

She didn't go the route of being exposed and exposed. is honestly doing her duty, which seems to be very similar to her, no matter when she doesn't know how to take shortcuts, she will only blindly walk in a straight line.

Even in love, he has always been stupid, and he doesn't know how to use his own inherent advantages to conquer Zhan Qi, and he will only blindly give.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, distressed and pitiful.

"That's the introduction of my work."

When they are distracted. Song Qingge had already finished speaking, she took a step back with a smile, and bowed deeply to the audience seriously and humbly, and the next second the audience burst into thunderous applause.

After the introduction, she was about to turn back, but just as she had taken a few steps, the flower arch above her head suddenly began to loosen, and the flowers on the arch also vibrated and the petals kept falling.

Because there was still deafening music playing in the venue, Song Qingge only heard a faint vibration in his ears.

"Ahh

Someone in the audience shouted in horror. She subconsciously turned her head to look over, but the next moment her eyes widened violently. The huge arch fell straight at her, and a voice in her heart kept shouting for her to get out of the way, but her body seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't move, and could only watch the arch smash at her.

"Qingge—"

Probably because the mood was too turbulent, her right ear began to habitually tinnitus again, she heard someone call her name in a heartbreak, such a loud voice, through the shouts of the crowd towards her, but she couldn't run anymore, she could only close her eyes in fear.

She knew that the arches were all made of iron frames, and if she was smashed like this, she was afraid that she would be smashed half-dead.

Just when she thought that she must be doomed today, the next moment, someone suddenly jumped on the catwalk with a platform and rushed straight towards her.

Song Qingge could only feel that she was being thrown to the ground, and before she could come back to her senses, the sound of the arch collapsing sounded in her ears, and then she heard the muffled snort of a man in pain in her ears. Forbearance and perseverance.

The imaginary pain didn't come, she slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the man covering her, her eyes widened suddenly—

"Zhan Qi?! Why are you here......"

The tall, cold man lay on top of her, and the heavy arch was still pressed against his back.

How did he suddenly appear here? And why did he come forward to save her? Song Qingge looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, there were too many questions in her mind, she only felt that she was almost speechless in surprise.

Zhan Qi's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her eyes were painfully closed, her face was pale and frightening, she put her hands on his chest, and said nervously and loudly: "Zhan Qi, you, how are you?" Is it hurt? Where did it hurt? Does it hurt? ”

He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her, and saw that her nervous eyes were a little red, and he was inexplicably happy and comforted in his heart, and even the pain on his body seemed to be alleviated a lot in an instant.

However, in the next second, a habitual sneer pulled out from the corner of his mouth, and his voice mocked weakly: "You dead woman...... What do you do shouting so loudly? I'm not dead......"

"Quick! Hurry up and get someone to come and lift this thing up! ”

"What's going on? What about the person in charge? Hurry up and call the person in charge! ”

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! ”

There was a lot of noise all around, and soon someone rushed up and lifted the arch.

Song Qing singer hurriedly got up from the ground, helped Zhan Qi and said in a panic: "Hey, are you okay?" Someone called an ambulance, you hold on! ”

Zhan Qi glanced up at her, although his face was extremely pale, his tone was still bad, "Don't worry, you can't die from this little injury, you might as well die without tossing, how could I die first." ”

"You're a man!" Song Qingge was speechless angrily, got up and looked at him condescendingly, and said with a cold face: "Let someone take you to the hospital in a while, the exhibition is not over yet, I still have something!" ”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but her hand was caught off guard, and as soon as she turned her head, Zhan Qi was looking up at her with a gloomy face.

"Song Qingge, aren't you afraid that you will smash me out of a bad situation just now? External injuries are just that, what if they are internal injuries? For example, the kidneys ......"

When it came to this, the meaning of his words couldn't be clearer, Song Qingge was really choked by his words, glared at him angrily and annoyed, gritted his teeth with an angry smile and said, "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely watch you enter the hospital, this is always okay, right?" ”

Zhan Qi showed a satisfied look at this time, but he didn't let go of her hand for half a minute.

The person in charge of the exhibition came up apologetically, and worked with other security guards to help Zhan Qi up and walk out. An ambulance drove over soon, and although he didn't want to go with him in his heart, he had just said it to that point, and Song Qingge had to get into the ambulance with him.

The ambulance whizzed away with them, but no one saw them. Just now, less than five meters away from Song Qingge, there was another man standing there.

Wei Lai ran out after listening to other models say that there was an accident on stage backstage, and by the time she arrived, the venue was already in chaos, with a huge arch in the center of the T-Tai, and the stage was full of sparse and messy flower petals.

And Xue Yan still stood motionless on the stage, the expression on his face was gray and gloomy, like a monument.

When the arch fell, he rushed over almost at the same time as Zhan Qi, and he watched Zhan Qi jump on the catwalk with his hands on the stage and lightly. Then he flew towards Song Qingge, and at that moment, for some reason, his feet seemed to suddenly take root, standing on the stage stupidly, unable to move.

The moment Zhan Qi jumped on stage, he saw the concern and worry in his eyes clearly. Such a deep and naked look was obviously full of his concern for Song Qingge, maybe the man himself didn't notice how excited he was.

Zhan Qi's eyes, Xue Yan knew very well what it was, because he had it himself.

It's nothing else, it's love that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Wei Lai looked left and right, and found that there was neither blood nor other shocking traces on the stage, so he relieved his heart and walked towards Xue Yan.

"What the hell is going on? I just heard backstage that the arch suddenly fell when Song Song stepped down? Wei Lai had a rare serious expression on his face, and asked uneasily, "How is she now?" Nothing happened, right? Are you hurt? ”

Xue Yan still stood there with a dead face, looking at the place where Song Qingge was thrown down by Zhan Qi, and said in a dumb voice for a long time: "She's fine......"

"Oh, that's good, that's good, it scares me to death." Wei Lai patted his chest as if relieved, turned his head to see that his face was not quite right, subconsciously reached out to put his hand on his head, and asked cautiously, "Why is your face so bad?" Uncomfortable? Why is there so much cold sweat on the forehead? Do you have a cold? ”

Xue Yan came back to his senses at this time, raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and sure enough, he felt a cold sweat on his palm.

A self-deprecating smile suddenly crossed the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since when did he worry about that woman so much, but such a small accident could make him break out in a cold sweat.

Xue Yan lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and only raised her head after a while, her face was already indifferent, "She's fine, someone has already stepped forward to save her at the critical moment." ”

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"The patient is fine, just a little skin trauma and bruising, and the bruises should be fine after two days. The internal organs were not damaged, and the family could rest assured. ”

In the hospital, the doctor took down the X-ray from under the reading lamp and handed it to Song Qingge, smiling at her soothingly.

She looked down at the unidentified X-rays in her hand, and asked uneasily, "Are you sure?" Is his internal organs really okay? What about the kidneys? The kidneys weren't damaged, were they? ”

As soon as Zhan Qi heard her words, his face immediately became ugly, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart. What the hell is going on with this dead woman? Isn't she worried about his health at all, just worried about whether he can have a healthy kidney?

In her mind, the only usable value he had left was a kidney?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, if it weren't for the fact that it was in the hospital, he would have wanted to press her on the bed and punish her severely in the next second.

The doctor was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to ask such a question, but he still nodded patiently, "Don't worry, there is no problem with the internal organs at all." ”

He was just an outsider in the end, he didn't know anything about the inside story, and even smiled at Zhan Qi and said enviously: "Your wife really cares about you." ”

Zhan Qi inadvertently smiled at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, but before the doctor's words fell, Song Qingge immediately retorted, "I'm not his wife!" ”

The smile suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth, and in the next second, Zhan Qi's face was already gloomy as if he was about to kill someone, he put on his shirt with a cold face, fastened the buttons, and ordered Song Qingge coldly: "Hurry up and get the medicine, hurry up, I'm not in the mood to wait for you all the time!" ”

Song Qingge glared at him resentfully, grabbed his bag, turned his head and strode out violently.

The doctor looked at their strange way of getting along with each other blankly, and finally shook his head helplessly.

After all, it is an international exhibition, and although there is such an accident, the event still has to be carried out. Soon after they left, the exhibition returned to normal, and Song Qingge originally wanted to rush back to continue watching the catwalk, but Zhan Qi sternly warned her not to leave, so she had to stay.

Since he was injured, he had to go back to the hotel.

Probably because the two of them had a quarrel when they were in the hospital, and neither of them spoke on the way back, looking out of the window with cold faces to each other, so that the drivers in front were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

In fact, after Zhan Qi arrived in Shanghai, he immediately stayed at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel where Song Qingge and them were. Even his room was next door to hers.

Standing at the door of Zhan Qi's room, Song Qingge frowned and still felt inexplicable, and couldn't help asking, "When did you come to Shanghai?" ”

"Yesterday."

Song Qingge asked again: "Then what are you doing here?" ”

"Meeting, can't you?" Zhan Qi's face smacked, he took off his tie, glared at her in annoyance, and said in a bad tone: "What are you talking about crookedly?" Am I here to chase you? What do you think you are! I can't help but think too much of myself! ”

His voice was loud, as if he was trying to hide something, and if you looked closely, you could even see that there was an unnatural crimson on his face, which was obviously trying to cover up.

Song Qingge didn't expect that his casual question would attract so many blank eyes from him, and he was immediately full of anger, and couldn't help but retort: "You are insane!" Got dynamite? I'll just ask you, do you need to carry a gun and a stick like this? ”

Zhan Qi also felt that he had overreacted a little, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked her patiently, "Just now the doctor said that you are my wife, why are you in such a hurry to refute?" ”

Song Qingge felt that he was simply inexplicable, "I'm not your wife in the first place, why can't I refute it?" ”

"You!" This woman simply couldn't understand human words, Zhan Qi felt that he would definitely be angry with her if he continued to talk to her, so he smiled angrily and nodded again and again, "Yes, you are right, you are not my wife in the first place, you are not even worthy of a mistress!" ”

Seeing his attitude, she felt that she was angry, gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "Seeing that you are so angry, I guess it didn't hurt the point." Since there's nothing to do, then I'll go, and you can rest by yourself. ”

After Song Qingge finished speaking, he snatched his bag, turned his head and strode out, but as soon as he reached the door, Zhan Qi had already rushed over from behind and directly blocked in front of her.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Song Qingge glared at the man in front of him indignantly, eager to slap him to death.

Zhan Qi looked at her condescendingly, and said expressionlessly: "I saved you, and you just left?" ”

Song Qingge gritted his teeth, so he had to be patient, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Then what do you want?" ”

The corners of Zhan Qi's mouth suddenly opened into an evil smile, his slender hand moved to his shirt, and he slowly began to unbutton himself.

Song Qingge's face changed suddenly, he swallowed his saliva nervously, subconsciously stepped back, looked at him and said incoherently: "Zhan, Zhan Qi...... You're hurting now, don't mess around......"

She stepped back in fear, but he was smiling and pressing step by step, and in the next second, Song Qingge stumbled and sat on the bed, and then Zhan Qi leaned over to her, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more evil.

"What's wrong with the injury? Some things can still be done! ”