Xiang Tiantian thought about it carefully now, and then realized that the voice just now was just like her mother's voice, but it was not her mother, even if she was imitating her mother's tone of voice, now that she thought about it, she immediately found a flaw.

The environment at that time was noisy, she looked at the caller ID was her mother's name, she thought it was really her mother, and her mother said that Chenchen fell down the stairs, she panicked, and she didn't look elsewhere to suspect, and she was going to the hospital directly.

Now when I checked it, I found out that this was a trick to divert the tiger from the mountain.

The only purpose is not to let her walk the catwalk, once the protagonist is not there, Ouyang Yi, who has been preparing for this show for a long time, will definitely find someone in a hurry, so ......

Xiang Tian Tian raised her hand to look at the time, it was already 6:45 in the evening, she quickly said to the driver, "Driver, trouble you, turn around, go back to the Milan square where I got into the car just now, thank you." ”

"Okay." The driver answered, and the car just drove to an intersection and could turn back.

Xiang Tiantian saw the car driving back, Xiang Tiantian was relieved, took the mobile phone, and said to Chenchen on the mobile phone screen, "Chenchen is good, mom still has to walk the catwalk, can I go back later to bring fruit cake to Chenchen?" ”

"Yes, Mom, kiss." The little guy obediently responded, then leaned over and kissed the screen.

Xiang Tiantian smiled, continued to chat with Xiang's mother for a while, and told them to pay attention to safety and not to open the door to strangers easily, and finally when she was about to arrive at Milan Square, she hung up the phone, took her mobile phone, and hurriedly got out of the car.

"I'm back." Xiang Tian Tian rushed into the backstage area, and after seeing Ouyang Yi, he immediately grabbed her hand and said, "Is it still in time?" ”

"It's just right for you to come back, go touch up your makeup and change your clothes, and find a process to go!" Ouyang Yi was not ambiguous, pulled her, and strode into the car.

Qu Wei has already put on her makeup, holding the main dress she wants the heroine to wear, and is about to enter: enter the dressing area to change.

"Ouyang!" Seeing Ouyang Yi coming in, Qu Wei was stunned, and when she saw Xiang Tiantian again, she couldn't hold the clothes in her hand with a weak heart, so that the clothes fell at her feet.

"I'll change my clothes." Xiang Tian strode over, bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, and went directly to the changing room.

Ouyang Yi is very protective of the models in his studio, and never easily lets them use other people's changing rooms, saying that he has this bus.

When Xiang Tian Tian changed his clothes and came out, it was only two minutes before she took the stage.

Now is not the time to find Qu Wei's theory, she calmly grabbed the cosmetics on the dressing table, touched up her makeup by feeling while holding it, and threw the used makeup brand on the side of the road by playing cards all the way, and hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the catwalk.

Ouyang Yi got out of the car, walked over the route that Xiang Tian hurriedly ran, and picked up the puffs and lipsticks that she had dropped because she was in a hurry and touched up her makeup while running, and she could imagine that the girl's expression was cold, but she looked a little anxious in her heart, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She seems to be usually arrogant and careless, but when it comes to the critical moment, she is not ambiguous at all.

Ouyang Yi put Xiang Tiantian's used makeup tools and cosmetics into the pocket of his suit, smiled, and followed her footsteps.

In tonight's catwalk, Xiang Tiantian has already rehearsed with other models, and she is determined to do a good job in this show, so she has been very calm, and when it was her turn to appear, she walked unhurriedly to the end of the runway according to the usual pace of practice.