Chapter 76 What’s in it? Give me one? (Please follow up)
Noticing Xiang Yang’s gaze, Jiang Mumu grinned.
"Boss, do you want to take me..." She who is good at climbing along the pole immediately spoke up and pointed to the inside of the show.
Xiang Yang lowered his head and glanced at the time on his watch. After briefly introducing Jiang Mumu to Flamel, he coughed and said, "I'll take her over there to talk."
After speaking, he motioned to Jiang Mumu to follow him.
After leaving Flamel and Jiang Qiong'er for a moment, Xiang Yang stopped, turned around, straightened up to face Jiang Mumu, and said in a steady voice: "You and your aunt are not sitting in the first row, why don't you go by yourself? Is it over?"
"No," Jiang Mumu retorted, laughing and saying: "Boss, please take me there, haha. If you take me to meet, I can chat a little more, right. , I also brought a camera.”
“You still want me to take pictures of you?”
“What if?”
Thinking of the beautiful thing, Jiang Mumu laughed. .
A bright smile, just like a wish he made a long time ago, "We can also ask others to take a photo with us."
"Be honest when you go in. Don't act like a brainless person and embarrass me."
"Don't worry, boss, hehe."
Xiang Yang nodded and motioned for the other party to follow him.
As Xiang Yang said, Jiang Mumu actually came to him to take him to see Liu Qianqian, which was a bit unnecessary, after all, they were in the same row. Even though they were separated by some distance, it was easy for her to find each other.
Knowing that she did this out of consideration for Liu Qianqian's feelings, Xiang Yang was quite surprised.
This guy’s pursuit of stars is really humble.
"By the way, boss, when my aunt was on the road, she said she would help introduce friends to you and help you translate the information we found." Jiang Mumu, who followed Xiang Yang like a follower, sounded like Take credit.
"Yes, I know." Xiang Yang smiled slightly, "You and your aunt are really a family? Didn't you understand a word of what we were talking about just now?"
"Why should I learn French? , I can’t use it.”
"That's right."
"Hehe, right."
Passing by the backstage, he came to the front area of the show and looked for it with his eyes. Xiang Yang was soon among the rows of people. Liu Qianqian's figure was locked.
Unlike watching the show yesterday, today she could only sit alone on a chair, exchanging a few words with the people around her from time to time.
Looking a little nervous, his back is straight.
Seeing Xiang Yang looking at him, Jiang Mumu also followed his gaze and blurted out in a joyful voice: "Boss, did you choose the dress for my idol? It's not as good-looking as yesterday."
一Hearing this, Xiangyang immediately grimaced and said to himself, "You little girl knows nothing." At the same time, he argued: "Every carrot and cabbage has its own preferences. Then you like to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions", and I like to watch "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms." Then what I like is not classics?"
Jiang Mumu was stunned and shook his head: "Boss, my aunt likes to read "A Dream of Red Mansions" and I like to read "Journey to the West""
"... Okay, okay, I'm always talking about you every time we meet."
After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he walked forward. Jiang Mumu, who followed him, was still struggling with this issue and murmured:
"That's right, "Journey to the West" is the best."
"Jiang Mumu, you, to use the old saying, you are like a dog, but I'm convinced of your idea." Xiang Yang was speechless. He turned around and teased.
"I know you dislike me." Jiang Mumu smiled, not angry at all, "As long as you don't dislike me, hehe."
"I..."
As they were talking and walking, Liu Qianqian, who had just rejected the invitation from others with a smile, saw Xiang Yang's figure from a long distance away.
He finally found time to come see me.
Liu Qianqian blinked her eyes slowly, her happy expression just showing its peak, but it stopped abruptly. A feeling of heartache caused her fingertips to press against the soft palm, causing a sore pain that made her bite her lip lightly. She was in a daze, and it wasn't until Xiang Yang and Jiang Mumu came over that she was willing to accept the reality.
"What's wrong?"
Standing in front of Liu Qianqian, Xiang Yang was startled when he saw the hazy look in her eyes.
"I'm fine." Liu Qianqian stood up with a low voice and her shoulders relaxed, but she still tried her best to smile and met Jiang Mumu's shining eyes, "Have you two always been together?"
"She," Xiang Yang glanced at Jiang Mumu, and then turned to Liu Qianqian again, "This is the assistant I told you about, your little fan girl."
"My little fan girl?" Liu Qianqian was confused and confused.
"Well, her aunt is an artist. She has held art exhibitions at the United Nations headquarters in Geneva, and she also has the Shanghai Museum..."
When it comes to relatives, Xiangyang gets stuck. .
What is the relationship between Jiang Mumu's aunt's father and Jiang Mumu? He suddenly couldn't figure it out. Anyway, the Shanghai Museum was designed and built by Jiang Qiong'er's father.
But Liu Qianqian didn’t seem to care about these introductions.
The first time she realized that she was thinking too much, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but feel her cheeks getting hot, "Why didn't you say it in advance?"
"Huh?" Xiang Yang blinked. , just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt that Jiang Mumu was like a monster and poked his arm with his finger. The little guy who was ignored again was trembling a little. He tried his best to keep the distance between himself and his idol, timidly pursed his lips and said:
"Old...boss, can you...can you introduce me to me."
Xiang Yang, “…….”
……
Some people have calculated that during the fashion week, the time-consuming time spent on makeup and matching is ignored.
A model only has 11 seconds to change clothes backstage. It is not an exaggeration to say that the backstage of Wuyang Wuyang is like a bathhouse. All the models who have changed their clothes are lined up like parts on a machine. Row.
A few minutes before the opening, the makeup artist was still checking who needed touch-up, and the designers’ hearts stopped in their throats.
Everyone was praying that at the moment when the opening music started, no one's skirt or buttons on their clothes would suddenly burst open.
Among the entire team of models, two models have received the most attention.
One is the opening model and the other is the closing model.
The other is the closure.
In the fiercely competitive model group, it is not easy to get these two positions. Either he is a big enough name and can get strong recommendation from the brokerage company to get this position.
Or, her appearance is unique and memorable, making the designer feel at a glance that her appearance is representative of his own work.
After all, in this circle, good-looking faces are everywhere, and they are similar.
"Music in 1 minute, get ready."
Listening to the countdown read by the show director in the headphones, looking at the models adjusting their breathing in various ways, mouths holding Xiang Yang, who was holding a piece of plum blossom, suddenly felt his shoulders sink, "Xiang, it will be us next time."
"Well, who says it's not the case."
Finding that Xiang Yang had something in his mouth and he was hesitating when speaking, Flamel asked: "What's in it? Give me a piece."
"No, I won't give it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the music slowly rose...
"The models are waiting to enter, countdown to 10 seconds."
"Come on, girls."
"Come on."
(End of this chapter)