The slender heel gently touches the glass-smooth stage, and the crimson ruffled skirt flutters with a light step, like a lotus flower in full bloom.

The skin was already white and tender, Shen Fanyin was lined with a red dress like a porcelain doll, her black hair like a waterfall was slightly curled and scattered behind her shoulders, and her beautiful little face was no bigger than a palm.

Shen Fanyin went on stage and was quiet backstage for a moment, and even the reporter's shutter sound was paused for a few seconds.

Beautiful, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Can...... Shen Da designer doesn't look very easy to get along with.

Look, when she came to the stage, her brows were still frowning, and her cold eyes were full of anger, as if she wanted to cut someone.

Shen Fanyin's pace was not fast, and the models with her finally showed up, said "thank you" lightly, and then turned around and left.

Just like she did at the Golden Weaving Awards.

The reporters looked at each other, not knowing whether they should get used to it or should get used to it.

The last veil disappeared through the door, and the lights lit up.

Some people were immersed in the beautiful costumes they had just seen, and some people stared at the Jing family in the front row with bright eyes.

The first to stand up was Jing Zeheng.

He lowered his eyes lightly and said to Shen Xin, "Second aunt, something seems to have gone wrong with Sanskrit, I'll go see her."

In the eyes of others, Shen Fanyin is a high-minded and petty temper, but he knows how afraid of the stage is for this weak child who can't take care of himself. Five

Shen Xin also knew that she was full of worries, but she could only smile and nod: "Go quickly."

Jing Zeheng obediently followed the advice of his elders and chose the shortest route-

He stepped onto the stage and walked towards the door with his long legs.

The guests looked at him in astonishment, their eyes full of horror.

Luo Rou was stunned and rolled her eyes.

Madhav silently buried his face in his palm.

Damn.

In the media seat, a reporter who had not had time to put away his camera perfectly recorded the moment.

Listening to his shutter, a group of colleagues who had just put away their cameras cast angry glances: "You already knew there would be this one?"

He looked at his peers with fierce faces, and tore open his backpack stuffed with red envelopes: "How do I know! I just don't have a camera anywhere!"

「……」

The backstage was filled with white yarn at the moment, and even so, Jing Zeheng still saw Shen Fanyin covering his head at a glance.

She covered her head with one hand, and commanded the model and the field control with the other, and her attention was all on others, until Jing Zeheng bypassed a group of models and came to her, and she didn't see him clearly.

Jing Zeheng saw the child's reddish eyes at a glance, and after a closer look, the corners of his eyes were wet.

His eyes were filled with distress, and he opened his arms to hug her into his arms, and his mouth was still chanting: "It's okay, it's okay, it's over......."

"Well, brother, you came just in time, do me a favor." Shen Fanyin didn't mean to be scared at all, her little face wrinkled, "Hurry up and help me take it off, the wig is pulling my hair, it hurts me to death!"

Jing Zeheng paused slightly, raised her outstretched arms, brushed her hair, hooked up her long hair, and took off the wig that had been killed.

Shen Fanyin let out a long sigh of relief, and the anger in his eyes vanished.

Jing Zeheng pinched the wig, was silent for a moment and asked, "You just now?"

"Oh, before going on stage, Su Mu's paws touched my head and pulled the hair piece," Shen Fanyin puffed out his little face, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes that were forced to be squeezed out of pain, "I was pushed onto the stage before I had time to adjust, it hurts, but I can't say it."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

Obviously, she was in a hurry to step down just to get the wig that hurt her off as soon as possible.

He didn't know for a while whether he should be glad that she was not cold because she was afraid of the stage, or whether he should feel sorry for her hair being pulled by the wig.

Shen Fanyin rubbed her sore scalp and said to Jing Zeheng, "I'll go to Su Mu to settle accounts, brother, you can help me send the elders."

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With that, she clenched her fists and walked away quickly.

Jing Zeheng looked at the wig in his hand and furrowed his brows.

From their own parents, it doesn't matter if they don't send it, they will never pick on it anyway.

And there are countless staff crowded in front of him, so it's really inconvenient to walk. Behind you......

He is neither a model, nor is he in a hurry, and he should not go.

So he sent a message to Jing Muhan and asked him to go home with the elders, and he stood where he was, looking at the crimson figure from a distance.

Shen Fanyin said that he wanted to beat Su Mu, but he was really just talking.

She also had to take inventory of her wedding dresses and jewelry, and a whole bunch of things to do.

The main reason is that Su Mu doesn't know where to go.

Didn't find it.

As early as half an hour before the start of the show, Xingrui's artist press release was sent out, and the artists' Weibo was also neatly edited and sent, with the blessing of fans of fourteen artists, coupled with the simple operation, Shen Fanyin's show preempted the hot search before it started.

When the show ended, the press releases of various media were issued, and the popularity of the show reached its peak instantly.

"This is urging marriage, right? It must be! Ahhh

"I'm tired of saying beautiful words, I'm going to leave and re-knot!"

"The sound is so beautiful! The cold little face is so sassy! I can eat with my face, but she has to show me off with her talent!"

"Mr. Jing is here, from the staff to the entrance; Mr. Jing walked away again, from the end door...... Mr. Jing, can you please not put on such a worthless appearance?"

"Urging me to get married and stuffing me with a mouthful of dog food...... It smells so good, let's take another handful."

It's Sunday, and netizens' enthusiasm for eating melons is unprecedentedly high, after all, if you don't finish eating melons today, you will have to go to work tomorrow.

Everyone coincidentally took advantage of this last carnival to eat melons frantically, pushing the topic of the show higher and higher.

What kind of popularity she has become on the Internet, Shen Fanyin doesn't have the heart to take care of it, she is facing a serious problem-

"Mr. Su, although I want to accept so many invitations for film and television cooperation, I can't be busy even if I have three heads and six arms."

Shen Fanyin looked at the more than thirty cooperation invitations spread out on the coffee table, and her head was almost bald.

She swore she would never be tricked into wearing a wig by a makeup artist again.

I don't know if this wig is not serious or if she has a mistake in operation, she has to bury a few hairs every time she pulls it off.

It hurts her......

On the other end of the phone, Su Xingmu's voice was full of smiles: "I know, so let you pick it yourself, these film and television projects are still in the preparation period and have not been made public, so it is inconvenient for others to see, and I am in a hurry to go on a business trip, so I will let Jian Bai send it to you as soon as possible."

Shen Fanyin pursed his lips.

Su Xingmu didn't say a word "urgent", but every pause was "urgent".

Shen Fanyin roughly looked at the invitation remuneration, and then calculated his small treasury.

She replied, "None of them. Mr. Su, thank you for helping me match, but my work schedule for the second half of the year is full."

Su Xingmu was stunned, and was silent for a long time before he bewitched: "I remember that there was a project with a price of five million, and it also included taxes, you really didn't accept it?"

"No." Shen Fanyin was extremely firm, "I really can't take it, I don't have time."

Her resoluteness blocked all the words that Su Xingmu had brewed in her mouth.

There was no time.

Nothing could be more convincing.

Su Xingmu felt regretful and sighed lightly: "Okay, I know."

"Thank you."

"It's okay, you're busy, I'm on the plane."

"Well, it's a safe journey."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanyin put away all those contracts and stuffed them into his bag, so as not to be seen.

Leaning back on the couch, she frowned distressedly.

The numbers on these thirty or so invitations are too tempting,

But she has her own career plan and can't be tied to immediate interests.

When Jing Zeheng returned to the dressing room smoothly, he heard the child muttering:

「…… I'm right, my choice is correct, people can't just see the small money in front of them and ignore the distant mountains of gold, and I will lose 100 million ...... in the long run."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

His children have lost more than 100 million yuan.

The people in the convention center gradually dispersed.

After Shen Fanyin changed her clothes, Madafu came to her again.

He smiled and handed her two extremely familiar passes: "Miss Shen, this is the pass for the Imperial City Art and Design Exhibition, you can keep it."

Shen Fanyin licked her lips.

She's got a bit of a pass.

I don't know what the price of this year's pass will be.

Seeing that Shen Fanyin didn't stretch out his hand, Ma Dafu hurriedly said, "This is an official gift from the exhibition to the association, I think you are young and talented, it is a good thing to go out to discuss the experience more, maybe you can have new gains."

Shen Fanyin stared at the two passes, covered her heart and refused, "Thank you, but I have the pass, Miranda gave it to me, you can give it to others."

What if one day Miranda and Madhav talk about it...... Where does her face go?

Madhav's hand trembled twice.

Gift-giving can't catch up with the freshness.

He's really old.

Sighing lightly, Maduff's gaze unconsciously glanced at Jing Zeheng.

Jing Zeheng was sitting on the sofa, took Shen Fanyin's milk tea cup with an indifferent expression, and took a sip.

Madafu felt that it was pitch black in front of him.

Shen Fanyin looked at him and instantly understood why these two passes came.

She smiled lightly and said, "President, you don't have to have psychological pressure, my brother is the most gentle and open-minded, and he won't ask about my work."

Madhaf: "Oh, yes, yes......"

Gentle? Enlightened?

He became more and more sure that not a single word in Su Mu's words was mixed with water.

If you are not favored, God can't say this against your will.

Shen Fanyin didn't think much about it, he just believed it when he had explained Madafu, and sent the guest off with a smile, not feeling Madafu's stiff back at all.

She closed the door and asked casually while packing up her clothes, "Brother, he is not an employee of Shenghua, and you don't control other people's jobs, why is he so afraid of you?"

Jing Zeheng is serious at work, she knows it, but in life he is really considerate.

Jing Muhan's ability to live so well is enough to prove that her brother is a gentle person.

Jing Zeheng got up and took the bag in her hand, and cooperated with her to dress the ceremony, and then said, "Prejudice."

Shen Fanyin frowned, quite dissatisfied with this answer: "Outrageous."

Dissatisfied to dissatisfied, Shen Fanyin's mood is still very good.

After finishing the show, she was finally able to concentrate on planning her trip with her grandmother.

At this moment, she was full of joy, completely unaware of the stimulation ahead.