Jun Qing is not a designer, but she has seen countless big shows and has a sense of fashion and taste that is far beyond ordinary people.

After her simple adjustments, the style and rhythm of the entire fashion show became more perfect.

After her adjustment, the models made the second rehearsal. The designers nodded secretly and admired the young lady's eyes.

The last model also returned to the backstage, and Jun Qing stood up from the chair.

"Okay, that's it, everyone have a break!"

There is more than an hour before the press conference. As the person in charge of Qinglan Clothing, Jun Qing also needs to prepare well.

Xiao Gao accompanied her to the lounge behind, and Zhao Yiyi had already brought the prepared food.

The press conference ended until eight o'clock. Zhao Yiyi was afraid that she would be hungry, so she specially prepared a low-fat dinner for Jun Qing.

When Jun Qing finished his meal and changed into a new season dress for Qinglan clothing, guests and reporters from all walks of life had already begun to enter the venue in an orderly manner.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and the assistant opened the rear door, Feng Chen held a bouquet of red roses and drilled out of the back seat.

"You don't have to wait for me here, I'll call again later."

He gave an instructor to the assistant, and he walked towards the hotel lobby with flowers.

Boy friend?

I want to see what your boyfriend looks like!

Walking into the elevator, he stepped forward, reached out his right hand to press the elevator button.

A slender and beautiful palm stretched out first and press the upward button.

Feng Chen looked sideways and looked at the man standing beside him.

At this time, the other party turned his face and looked at him.

The two men's eyes met in mid-air, and the dark eyes and blue eyes narrowed at the same time.

"Mr. Wind?"

"Mr. Emperor!"

The man standing beside Feng Chen was the Di Lin who had just arrived.

"What a coincidence!"

Fengchen's eyes fell on Di Lin's chest, and the man held a bouquet of beautiful champagne roses in his right hand.

At this time, Di Lin also saw the red rose in his hand, and his eyebrows tightened a little.

"Mr. Feng, are you also here to see the show?"

Feng Chen noticed the other party's displeasure and raised a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Of course I want to support Ling Mei's show!"

Just an older brother, he is not qualified to stop him.

Supporting?

I'm afraid the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

Well, today I will let you give up completely!

The elevator door was already "ding" and separated.

Feng Chen stretched out his left hand to block the elevator door.

"Mr. Emperor, please!"

Without any politeness, Di Lin Maibu Station and entered the elevator.

Two men stood side by side, one left and one right.

When the elevator was on the way up, neither of them spoke, but kept silent in tacit understanding.

One, his face slightly darkened.

One, the corners of the lips were bent.

The same slender figure, the very different temperament...

Such two men appeared on the show with bouquets at the same time, which immediately caused a lot of commotion at the scene.

People's eyes naturally moved over, men's eyes were more curious, while women's eyes were more admiration and yearning.

Because many guests have attended yesterday's cocktail party, they all recognize Feng Chen. When they saw him, they always greeted him with a gentlemanly smile.

He is as low-key as him, and few people know him in China, let alone in a foreign country.

The rich daughter sitting next to him was excited and her pink cheeks were flushed. She stretched out her right hand to him with admiration and introduced herself on her own initiative: "Hello, I am Yumi Matsushima. Can you ask your name?"
Chapter completed!