"Sensational!" Zhao Manyu cursed and curled her lips. Seeing that there was no one at the entrance now, she raised her hand and pointed at the entrance, "Bai Lu, stand here and ask the photographer to take two photos for you."

Tickets for such fashion shows are not available for money, and you can only enter with the brand’s invitation letter.

Bai Lu's current level is naturally not qualified to be invited.

Therefore, you can only take photos at the door.

Zhao Manyu deliberately asked her to take photos at the entrance, just to pretend that she was invited - anyway, not many fans actually came to the scene.

At this moment, Jun Qing also took the photo and walked over with Zhao Yiyi and Xiao Gao.

Zhao Yiyi stood beside her, waiting for Bai Lu for more than ten seconds, but she didn't see the other party letting go. She couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in her tone: "Miss Bai, please give in!"

"What are you giving?" Zhao Manyu glanced at Zhao Yiyi disdainfully, "Come first and then come. Don't you understand the international practice? You want to take pictures, and you will talk about it when we finish taking pictures."

Zhao Manyu was always angry with Jun Qing, so he naturally tried every means to make things difficult for him.

At this time, Jun Qing also came over and grabbed Zhao Yiyi who wanted to have an attack. She smiled faintly.

"Sister Zhao seems to be a misunderstanding. I'm not here to take photos, I'm here to see the show. Please get out of here!"

"Look at the show?" Zhao Manyu turned around and laughed, "Jun Qing, be careful that the wind is shining."

Seeing Jun Qing posing in front of a group of photographers, Zhao Manyu naturally thought that she was here to take advantage of the gimmicks of Fashion Week.

She had already inquired about it. This time Dior only invited four domestic stars, there was no Jun Qing at all.

Mu Jinbai is qualified, but he has never cared about things in the fashion industry. Everyone knows his temper and never takes the initiative to hit a wall.

Therefore, Jun Qing is absolutely impossible for an invitation letter.

At this time, guests arrived one after another, and were blocked by several people.

Seeing that Zhao Manyu and Bai Lu were not moving, the staff took the initiative to stretch out their right hand: "Please show the invitation letter for both of you."

"Ah, we are not in a hurry!" Zhao Manyu pulled Bai Lu to his side and pushed Jun nin to the front, "Miss Jun, please give me first!"

snort!

She wanted to see, how could this person go in without an invitation?

Seeing the other person's expression in his eyes, Jun Qing shook his head speechlessly and stretched out his right hand.

Zhao Yiyi took out the invitation letter from her bag and handed it over. Seeing the exquisite and delicate letter in Jun Qing's hand, Zhao Manyu's cheeks suddenly cramped.

She really has an invitation?!

The staff opened Jun Qing's invitation letter and politely raised his right hand.

"Please come in!" Then, he stretched out his hand to Zhao Manyu again, "Please show your invitation letter, thank you!"

Bai Lu's face suddenly turned red. How could she have any invitation letter?

Zhao Manyu pulled her away, pretending not to see the contemptuous eyes of everyone around him.

"We haven't finished taking photos yet, let's wait... and go in again later!"

"From the future, you two will do less like this." Jun Qing changed into Chinese, "Otherwise, my compatriots will embarrass you all follow!"

Bai Lu couldn't stand such embarrassment and walked away quickly with her skirt.

"Hey, stop... Bai Lu... The photo hasn't been taken yet... This time the air ticket and hotel money cost me tens of thousands of dollars. Please stop me..."

Watching the two of them walking away, Jun Qing just shook her head gently.

Why is it hard to make a good first-line singer come to this kind of field?!
Chapter completed!