When Jing Zeheng came to pick up his sweet and well-behaved little cub again, he once again found that her little sister was looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

Lu Lu looked at Jing Zeheng's expression was quite complicated: "Mr. Jing, you ...... Condolences."

She knew they weren't the right words, but she couldn't think of any other words.

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

Due to the particularity of the occupation of the land route, Jing Zeheng's heart was directly raised.

He closed the passenger door, looked at Lu Lu with a twisted eyebrow, and asked, "What's wrong with Sanskrit?"

Lu Lu glanced at Shen Fanyin, who was drinking milk tea without heart or lungs behind the car window, and said truthfully: "Emotional intelligence is zero, insulated from love, not fatal, but fatal."

Fatal. Fatal to Jing Zeheng.

Jing Zeheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that the child had some psychological problem again.

Nodding slightly, his voice was as calm as ever: "Thank you for your trouble."

Lu Lu: "......?"

Is he moody or open?

Her gaze unconsciously glanced back at the car window.

Shen Fanyin was chewing taro balls in milk tea.

Well, it's probably open.

Lu Lu took two steps back, and smiled helplessly: "You go slowly."

Jing Zeheng glanced at the time, there were still four hours before the show, and there was really no time to greet him.

He said "goodbye" to Lu Lu and calmly turned around and walked to the driver's seat.

Children's emotional intelligence is indeed worrying.

But he wasn't panicking.

It took him eight months to make a special case around her, to get her used to his existence, and by the way, to make her little sisters recognize her existence.

This is already a welcome development.

In love?

She won't, he teaches.

If you can't learn in a day, you can teach for a day, and if you can't learn in a year, you can teach for a year.

The coming day is long, and he is not in a hurry.

The convention center has been busy since the end of the post-competition show of the Global Wedding Design Contest last night.

The original arrangement was to be dismantled as soon as possible and replaced with a completely different decoration within fifteen hours. As if to show their sincerity, even the catwalk looks were completely different for the two shows.

The post-match show used a traditional catwalk, while Shen Fanyin's solo show used a U-shaped stage.

Only the stage designer knew that this was only because there were not many guests, and he had to reduce the number of guests in the most dignified way possible, so as not to be criticized by the media.

The show starts at 7 o'clock in the evening, and the backstage is lively from noon.

Xingrui's models gathered here, and Su Xingmu not only gave a makeup artist as a friend, but also arranged for three agents to accompany him and ten assistants to help.

They're a small, self-sufficient team with little to no need to worry about it.

But Shen Fanyin slipped away for two hours and was still discovered by Su Mu.

"Shen Fanyin!"

"You're dead...... Where have you been? Is there something urgent? Forget it, let's not talk about this for now, have you written the speech? Do you memorize it? Do you want to go around the stage first to get acquainted with it, or do you want to put on makeup first?"

Su Mu's anger instantly dissipated when he saw Jing Zeheng behind Shen Fanyin.

She barely pulled out a smile, trying to make herself look as kind as she could.

Shen Fanyin looked tired, and consciously explained, "I was under too much pressure and my mentality was unstable, so I went to find Sister Lu."

Su Mu only thought that she was guilty of heart disease again, so she didn't criticize her anymore, patted her shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, our own show, if you don't want to say anything at that time, just take the models around and come back, and I will wrap the red envelopes for the media thickly, no one will talk nonsense."

Shen Fanyin: "......!"

If she said that, then she could really say 8,000 words!

Su Muquan didn't see Shen Fanyin's poor and crazy eyes, and pushed her to go to the dressing room left alone

"Okay, okay, the makeup artist has been waiting for you for a long time, you go to put on makeup first, and I'll take a look at the venue layout."

"Wait, don't ...... the red envelope."

Su Mu exerted his strength to feed, pushed Shen Fanyin into the door, and then dragged the door tightly.

She looked left and right, and beckoned Luo Yu who was passing by: "Brother Luo Yu! Come and help me hold the door, and don't let Shen Fanyin out until I finish sending out the red envelope!"

Luo Yu looked behind her and tried to keep his eyes open, trying to make Su Mu see the deep meaning in his eyes clearly.

But the light here was slightly dim, and Su Mu didn't see anything.

As soon as she wanted to urge Luo Yu again, she heard a familiar male voice behind her: "You go and get busy, I'll look at her."

The low male voice was very calm, but Su Mu shivered.

She retracted the hand that was pulling the doorknob like an electric shock, turned to Jing Zeheng with a dry smile and said, "That, that's numb, I'm sorry for you......

Before the words fell, Su Mu was gone.

Jing Zeheng pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Shen Fanyin was looking at him with blank eyes: "Brother, I think this kind of behavior is allowed. It's not good to be a bribe!"

Seeing her distressed appearance, Jing Zeheng reached out and rubbed her head, and comforted: "Don't worry, half of the media is Xingrui, usually arranged by Wu Ye, and no one will accept her red envelopes."

Shen Fanyin breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart finally let go.

Money has to be spent on the blade, not wasted!

This powder room is small, with only a make-up table and a two-seater sofa. There is also a hanger in the corner where the dresses are ironed. The makeup artist had already set up her dinner guy neatly, and was waiting for Shen Fanyin.

Seeing that Shen Fanyin finally sat down on the chair obediently, the makeup artist breathed a long sigh of relief.

The hustle and bustle of the backstage is completely separated from the glamour of the front desk, just a wall of separation, and the two places seem to be two worlds.

From six o'clock onwards, people began to show up.

The first to come was naturally the reporter, Su Mu stuffed red envelopes one by one like a fortune boy, she didn't care whether others stretched out their hands or not, she directly stuffed them into people's pockets, two stubbornly resisted, and three forced to die.

With the "role model", other reporters were stunned and did not dare to refuse, for fear of being mistaken for thinking that their refusal was to ask for two more red envelopes.

The second batch of artists arrived at Xingrui.

Because there were no guests on Shen Fanyin's side, even though the guest seats were repeatedly compressed, he still left fourteen invitations for Xingrui.

This coke broke Su Xingmu, and he personally ordered fourteen artists, even including the six trainees that Shen Fanyin had helped. These six invitations were specially left for them by Su Xingmu, so that the loser would not feel that he was an ugly businessman and scold her in his heart.

She also specially asked Yu Qing and Song Wen to come, these two usually attend only four major fashion weeks, and they came purely to support Shen Fanyin.

After the artists arrived, the venue was lively, and the flashing lights were endless, whether it was the company's photographers or reporters, they all took advantage of this time to take pictures of the announcement, and it was very lively for a while.

Madhav also came at some point, and looking at this picture, he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

The first show can invite so many artists, even if there are only two popular ones, this row of faces is enough to kill most of the designers.

However, he was not interested in these artists, and after sighing, he turned to the door.

He turned around and saw two Rolls-Royces with little gold figures slowly driving at the end of the red carpet.