Jun Qing is not a designer, but she has seen countless big shows, and she has a fashion sense and taste that far exceeds ordinary people.

After her simple adjustments, the style and rhythm of the whole fashion show also became more perfect.

After the models rehearsed for the second time after her adjustment, the designers all nodded secretly, secretly admiring the eyes of the eldest lady.

The last model also returned backstage, and Jun Qing stood up from his chair.

"Okay, that's it, everyone take a break!"

There is still more than an hour before the press conference, and as the person in charge of Qinglan clothing, Jun Qing must also prepare well.

Xiao Gao accompanied her to the lounge at the back, and Zhao Yiyi had already delivered the prepared food.

The press conference was over until eight o'clock, and Zhao Yiyi was afraid that she would be hungry, so she specially prepared a low-fat dinner for Jun Qing.

By the time Jun Qing finished eating and changed into a new dress and makeup for the season, the guests and reporters from all walks of life had already begun to enter in an orderly manner.

The car stopped on the side of the road, the assistant opened the back door, and Feng Shen got out of the back seat with a bouquet of red roses.

"You don't have to wait for me here, I'll call later."

Giving the assistant a command, he walked to the hotel lobby with a flower in his hand.

Boyfriend?

I'd like to see what your boyfriend looks like!

Walking into the elevator room, he stepped forward and reached over his right hand to press the elevator button.

A slender and beautiful palm reached over first and pressed the upward button.

Feng Shen looked sideways at the man standing beside him.

At this time, the other party was also turning his face to look at him.

The eyes of the two men met in midair, and the ink and blue eyes narrowed at the same time.

"Mr. Wind?"

"Mr. Emperor!"

The man standing beside Feng Shen was the emperor who had just arrived.

"What a coincidence!"

Feng Shen's gaze fell on Emperor Lin's chest, and the man held a beautiful bouquet of champagne roses in his right hand.

At this time, Emperor Lin also saw the red rose in his hand, and his brows suddenly tightened a little.

"Mr. Feng, you're also here to see the show?"

Feng Shen noticed the other party's displeasure, and the corners of his lips raised a faint smile.

"Ling Mei's show, of course I want to cheer!"

An older brother is just a man who is not qualified to stop him.

Cheer?

I'm afraid that the drunkard doesn't mean to drink.

Anyway, I'll make you completely dead today!

The elevator door has "ding" softly and parted.

Feng Shen reached over his left hand and blocked the elevator door.

"Mr. Emperor, please!"

Without excuse himself, Emperor Lin stepped into the elevator.

Two men, one left and one right, stood side by side.

The elevator went up, and neither of them spoke, but remained silent tacitly.

One, with a slightly gloomy face.

One, the corners of the lips curled.

The same slender body, very different temperaments......

Such two men appeared on the show at the same time holding bouquets, which immediately caused a lot of commotion on the scene.

People's eyes naturally shifted, and the men's eyes were more curious, and the women were more admiring and yearning.

Because many of the guests had participated in yesterday's cocktail party, they all recognized Feng Shen, and when they saw him, they all took the initiative to greet him, and Feng Shen also responded with a gentlemanly smile.

is as low-key as him, and few people know him in China, let alone in a foreign country.

The daughter of the rich family sitting next to him, her pink cheeks flushed with excitement, stretched out her right hand to him with admiration, and took the initiative to introduce herself: "Hello, I'm Yumi Matsushima, can I ask your name?" ”

Emperor Lin's tone was colder than his expression: "I'm sorry, I'm married!" ”

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