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Next, all the lights converged at the entrance of the catwalk, and a fluttering figure appeared at the door.

Everyone's eyes were focused at the girl who seemed to be weak, but gave people a temperament that did not lose anyone's temperament.

Seaweed-colored hairstyle with medium-long hair, curly, she just walked out, a breeze blew, and her hand slightly stroked the somewhat messy hairstyle, giving people a retro charm.

It's obviously a little embarrassing, but because of this gust of wind, there is another kind of unpretentious beauty.

And her clothes are also very figure-showing.

The one-shoulder black blouse exposed her white shoulders and belly.

And the skirt on the lower body is even more amazing.

The wind blows, and the corners of the skirt are slightly lifted up to the thighs, giving people the illusion that they are wearing pants, but in fact they are skirts.

The most unforgettable thing for everyone is the conspicuous wound on her knee, and even a little blood is still bubbling there.

Everyone stayed in place for a while, looking at Pei Shangqian, who had a calm face, with a decent smile on the corner of his mouth, and inexplicably felt a little inexplicable.

She is like a demon girl who has come out of hell, and there is an extremely demonic guilt spreading all over her body, which makes it difficult for people to move away and want to look at her all the time.

"What's wrong with shallow?" Fu Qin didn't have the heart to care about this, she looked at Pei Shangqian, full of distress, and at the same time with a sense of anger that had nowhere to vent.

She was only separated from her for a while, why did her knees break?

And she remembered clearly that the skirt was supposed to be a pair of pants.

The reason why it became like this, Fu Qin's eyes exuded a little light, and he understood everything at once.

Until the end of the catwalk, they didn't see Mo Ying's shadow.

Fu Qin's hand was propped up under her head, everything that happened confirmed her own thoughts, she glanced at Mo Yanchen, who was a little pale, and smiled, extremely sarcastic.

"Mr. Mo, your sister is really ......"

She paused, as if she couldn't think of a good word to describe her, "But that'...... Cheap. ”

put the identity of the daughter of a rich family, but I want to find displeasure for others.

What is not cheap?

She thought about it for a while, and felt that there was really only this word that could be used to describe Mo Ying.

Mo Ranchen's face turned even paler.

This kind of adjective is really a huge blow to the Mo family, who have always been high.

But Fu Qin didn't care about this, she left Mo Ranchen and walked directly to the backstage.

She really understands now, Mo Zhanchen's heart.

"Please stay." Some old voices were transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the venue, and the people who were about to leave stopped, and Fu Qin was the same.

However, she was not in the mood to sit back next to Mo Yanchen, she was disgusting.

She simply stood under the stage with her hands in her hands, listening to the voice in the microphone.

"For the absence of a model today, I would like to make a little response." After Mo Ranchen heard the voice, his body slammed fiercely.

"Miss Mo Ying, because she maliciously slandered Miss Pei Shangqian in the background, causing her to be injured, so she was disqualified as a model."

"And in the future, all of our catwalks will no longer invite Mo Ying!"

Hearing this, Fu Qin smiled with satisfaction and left the venue.

"Shallow! Shallow! Fu Qin's voice was particularly conspicuous in the entire backstage.