Chapter Seventy-One: Cold-blooded is the brightest star
Countless flashes of light shone on both sides of the catwalk, and in the dazzling sight, Pan Huatai walked steadily, her long arms accompanied the waist and hem, and the skirt swayed with soft lines beside her.
With the rhythm of the music moving forward, the style of the cheongsam sets off her beautiful face, the charm is dignified, and the posture is cold and arrogant, who said that models must wear less to attract attention?
Pan Hua's skirt, as the spring and summer staple of the VAN brand, is predictably a hit after thousands of people through her interpretation.
Han Yunting stood under the stage, watching Pan Hua on the catwalk from the monitor, his fingertips gently rubbing his chin, and her performance could only be described in two words: perfect!
He slowly raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared in his eyes, took out his mobile phone and typed a sentence for the editor, and clicked send.
Yunting: You're right, thanks for recommending!
On the catwalk, Pan Hua hooked her diamond lips and eyes were just like clear light, and her classical hairstyle and oriental charm cheeks became a unique darling in the eyes of the media in the international catwalk.
Through the spread of the media, countless questions have appeared on major social forums at home and abroad.
Who is she? Where is she from? How could He Tak be the opening model of Fashion Week and the VAN brand?
Some netizens even commented: The night of the opening of Milan Fashion Week belongs to Pan Hua!
At this time, walking on the runway, Pan Hua's eyes that seemed to be empty suddenly caught a familiar figure.
Her steps were much slower than usual to match the costume and the music of the show.
At the end of this 30-meter runway, in front of her figure far away, the cold-blooded and upright figure was impressive.
Pan Hua never thought that he would appear here.
At this moment, my heart suddenly felt extremely excited and happy!
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At the end of the show, the man sat in the center, the simple chair did not damage his posture at all, the arc of his thin lips was lightly raised, and his cold eyes were full of concentration.
Pan Hua walked towards him step by step, with the cooperation of countless lights, she stood at the end, a few steps away from the man, her water-colored eyes looked at him beautifully, when she turned her head slightly, she seemed to be reluctant, and looked back again, looking into his eyes, rippling.
The scene in front of me was frantically captured by the media.
Under their lens, Pan Hua twisted her body and wanted to leave, but stayed looking back, which was simply the most perfect catwalk technique on the model runway, and the degree of professionalism can be seen.
Pan Hua returned along the original path of the show, until her inky blue figure disappeared from sight, and the people watching the show did not come back to their senses.
Such an opening debut with a model with an Eastern face is also very rare in the Western world.
It can be expected that from now on, the fashion position of the VAN brand will become more and more solid, and Pan Hua is destined to become popular.
The catwalk was still in full swing, and Pan Hua, who returned to the backstage after the first show, saw the proud man standing next to Han Yunting in an instant with burning eyes.
She paused, and her eyes shuttled past the busy figure of the assistant from time to time.
Through the gap, she looked into the man's eyes, and the noisy voice gradually faded away, and suddenly only his clarity was left in front of her.
This moment is like the reunion of two lovers who have been separated for thousands of years after countless thorns and tribulations; There is no need to say more goodbye at this moment, the heart is connected, and the white head is not separated!
Suddenly, the tip of Pan Hua's nose was sour, and she forcibly endured the eyes that wanted to cry, which had nothing to do with joy and sorrow, but pure heartbeat and warm love, and the stirring of the soul.
In a trance, the man's figure gradually approached, and when he stood in front of her, his fingertips gently lifted her chin, and his deep voice quipped, "Scared by me?" ”
It wasn't until this moment that Pan Hua deeply felt that he really came to Milan!
When she was unconscious......