Pan Hua looked intently into the man's deep and dark pupils, the tip of her throat choked, restrained her advancing emotions, and murmured: "You come to Milan...... Why didn't you tell me? ”

The man's thumb gently rubbed her jaw, not daring to exert force, for fear of spoiling her makeup and hair, his thin lips lifted a shallow smile, elegant and handsome, "I'm idle, I'm here." ”

He said it lightly, as if it were meant to be so.

Pan Hua didn't have much time to catch up with him, and suppressed the emotion in her heart, she changed into two more costumes and showed them on stage.

Twenty minutes later, the opening debut ended.

At the curtain call, Pan Hua also changed back into the stunning long dress of the opening, and then Han Yunting came to the stage, he gentlemanly took Pan Hua's hand and led all the models to the stage to bow and thank you.

The applause continued, and probably after tonight, the VAN brand was destined to become a legend in the fashion industry.

In the domestic real-time broadcast screen, Pan Hua and Han Yunting were put on the front page headlines of major social networking sites.

Huahua's little fan sister: Wow, our Huahua princess is so beautiful, and the beauty touches me with a hatching heart! Princess Huahua, I love you, I will always support you, the entertainment industry will not fall, my little sister will accompany you to old age, I am your brainless fan, I will call you 10,000 times!

Professional Naval Captain: Pan Hua sells meat, right? Otherwise, how could she be qualified to be the opening model of Fashion Week? (followed by a string of vomiting emojis)

You are my rose: upstairs you little fool (with a contemptuous expression), you say that our angel beauty Huahua is not qualified, are you a little red guy qualified? Bah! The idea of vulgarity of vulgar people.

What do you think, Yuan Fang: Reply @ Professional Sailor Captain: Mouth full of dung, you hillbilly dick is too corrupt, come and eat me with a wave of the long knife!

Breaking into the Widow's Village at Night:, from this vision, it seems that Pan Hua and Han Yunting are a good match! (Laughing emoji attached)

You dead old man: It's really a handsome man and a handsome woman, constituting a beautiful scenery of Fashion Week! (Smile added)

……

After the opening, Pan Hua did not attend the thank-you banquet, but left the Palazzo Arengalio, immersed in the night, in front of the museum, beside the road paved with silver light, a cold-blooded figure stood in the dusk.

The warm color of neon poured on his shoulders, filled with dreamy haze, and the man's handsome and arrogant facial features were as three-dimensional and timeless as sculptures.

Pan Hua was wearing a pair of ultra-short hot pants and a white T-shirt of MOSCHINOL Golden Doll Bear, with the front placket tucked at the edge of the hot pants, and her face was still wearing makeup.

The man opposite saw her, his cold gaze gradually softened, he put one hand in his trouser pocket, casual and casual, did not need too much clothing embellishment, still noble and compelling.

Walking from afar, Pan Hua's eyes were glued to the man's body.

Tonight, he rarely wore a white shirt and a pair of high-end trousers, simple but stylish, standing in front of the retro and elegant Arengalio Palace, like a noble son who has integrated into the medieval style.

The heartbeat was out of rhythm, and when Pan Hua stopped in front of him, the two looked at each other, she smiled like a flower, pure and clear, "Waited for a long time?" ”

"Soon!"

As he spoke, his eyes were soft, and he naturally took her hand and walked along the flat road towards the hotel.

"Is it cold or not?"

A cool breeze hit, the man frowned, the night in Milan was as cold as water, the little woman next to him was only wearing a pair of hot pants, the pair of white swaying long legs were dazzling, the light under his eyes was faint, and the wrinkles in the center of his eyebrows became more and more thick.

Pan Hua shook his hand with the pace, and jumped twice on the spot when he heard the sound, "It's not cold!" I looked at the temperature tonight, eighteen °C is just right, neither hot nor cold. Besides, I changed a few outfits back and forth on the catwalk, and I was sweating! ”

As she spoke, she let go of the man's hand and spread her sweaty little hands in front of him, "Look! ”