Junqing is no exception.

On the newly developed fabric, which has a texture like silk, batik-style dyeing outlines a dreamlike blue color.

Ancient oriental colors, modern fashion cuts, and dark hair and ink eyes unique to girls.

Walking on the street, like blue and white porcelain from the Far East, is graceful and mysterious.

Standing alone among a piece of long legs, it attracts people's attention.

On the first day of Fashion Week, there will be four shows at the same time, and as the big show of the world-renowned brand Dior, it is undoubtedly the most important one tonight.

At this time, there was still more than an hour before the start of the show, but there were already figures jumping outside the show.

Fashionistas from all over the world, of course, will not miss such a visual feast.

Photographers are holding their own "weapons", searching for the most special figures.

In such a vanity fair, there are always the shadows of artists, some artists will receive invitations from brands, and some artists will use fashion week to promote themselves.

When Jun Qing stepped up the steps, he saw a figure in a red skirt from a distance, taking pictures at the entrance.

At first, she thought it was a supermodel.

If you look closely, you immediately realize that something is wrong.

This posing posture, no matter how you look at it, is a bit of an Internet celebrity, and there is really no international style.

"Sister Jun, isn't that Zhao Manyu?"

Zhao Yiyi gently touched her arm, Jun turned her face lightly, and sure enough, she saw Zhao Manyu standing next to the photographer wearing sunglasses, pointing at the woman taking pictures.

"That's not it, shrunk shoulders...... Shrink her shoulders ......" she shook a Times magazine in her hand, "learn from this ......"

Where did this dig up a newcomer?

Jun Qing's gaze moved from Zhao Manyu to the figure in the red sundress, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the other party was a little familiar.

At this time, the artist who took the photo happened to turn his face in her direction.

Seeing Jun Qing, the other party's eyes flashed with different colors.

That face, that look......

Jun frowned lightly.

Lu?!

"Miss!" A photographer came up with a camera in his hand and asked in English, "I'm a photographer for Vogue magazine, can I take a picture of you?" ”

Jun Qing readily agreed: "Of course you can." ”

This time I came to Fashion Week, not only to cheer for Lanzhou, but also to inspect the market here by the way, and prepare for the promotion of Qinglan clothing.

I hope to be able to push this brand to a bigger stage.

A reporter took the initiative to ask her to take pictures, which shows that her style today is a success.

If it can be published in magazines, then naturally there will be people who imitate her clothes and buy products from Qinglan clothing.

"Thank you!"

The reporter politely thanked him, took a few steps back and pressed the shutter.

Many photographers around the area were looking for their targets, and when they noticed this fashionable and special oriental woman, they came forward and asked to take her photos.

Jun Qing naturally did not refuse to come, and posed for street photography very cooperatively, which looked extremely professional.

Jun Qing did not admit that he was mistaken, the person who took the picture not far away was Bai Lu.

Ni Wei was arrested, and the forest orchestra that he finally found was snatched away by Pei Yunqing, so Zhao Manyu had no choice but to retreat and put his focus back on Bai Lu.

Knowing that her career as a singer has reached the ceiling, Zhao Manyu thought about it seriously and wanted Bai Lu to transform into an actor.

From plastic surgery to stylist, this time in order to create a new white dew, Zhao Manyu is also a big money.

This time, I brought Bai Lu to Fashion Week, just to take the opportunity to hype.

Noticing that Bai Lu was a little distracted, Zhao Manyu frowned unhappily.

"What are you looking at?"

Bai Lu raised his chin lightly to Jun in the distance, Zhao Manyu turned his face, and when he saw Jun Qing, he immediately raised his eyebrows.