Jun Qing is no exception.

On the newly developed clothing with a texture like silk, batik style dyeing outlines a dreamy blue color.

Ancient oriental colors, modern and fashionable tailoring, paired with girls' unique ink hair and ink eyes.

Jun Qing walking on the street is like blue and white porcelain from the far east, graceful and mysterious.

Between long legs, it stands out and attracts people's attention.

On the first day of Fashion Week, there will be four shows at the same time. As a globally renowned brand Dior, it is undoubtedly the most important show tonight.

At this time, there was more than an hour before the show started, but there were already figures jumping outside the show.

Fashionists from all over the world certainly won’t miss such a visual feast.

The photographers were all holding their own "weapons" and searching for the most special figures.

In such a fame and fortune, the shadow of artists is always indispensable. Some artists will receive brand invitations, while others will use fashion week to promote themselves.

When Jun Qing stepped up the steps, he saw a figure wearing a red dress taking a photo at the entrance.

At first, she thought she was a supermodel.

After a closer look, I immediately realized that something was wrong.

This pose of the pose looks a bit like an internet celebrity, but it really doesn’t have any international style.

"Sister Jun, isn't that Zhao Manyu?"

Zhao Yiyi gently touched her arm, and Jun Qing turned her face and saw Zhao Manyu standing next to the photographer wearing sunglasses, scratching the woman taking the photo.

"It's not like this, shrink your shoulders...retract your shoulders..." She shook a Time magazine in her hand, "Study according to this..."

Where did you find another new person?

Jun Qing's gaze moved from Zhao Manyu to the figure wearing a red suspender skirt. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that the other person looked familiar.

At this time, the artist taking the photo just turned his face in her direction.

Seeing Jun Qing, a strange color flashed in the other person's eyes.

That face, that look...

Jun Qing frowned.

White dew?!

"Miss!" A photographer came over with his camera and asked in English: "I am a photographer of Fashion magazine. Can I take a photo of you?"

Jun Qing agreed happily: "Of course."

This time, I came to Fashion Week not only to support Lanzhou, but also to inspect the market here and prepare for the promotion of Qinglan Clothing.

I hope to push this brand to a bigger stage.

A reporter took the initiative to ask her to take photos, which shows that her look today was successful.

If she can be featured in a magazine, then there will naturally be someone who will imitate her clothes and buy products from Qinglan clothing.

"Thanks!"

The reporter thanked him politely, took a few steps back and pressed the shutter.

Many photographers around were looking for their own goals. They noticed this fashionable and special oriental woman, and came forward and asked to take her photos.

Jun Qing naturally refused everyone and cooperated with the street photography, which looked extremely professional.

Jun Qing did not admit his mistake. The person who took the photo not far away was Bai Lu.

Ni Wei was arrested, and the Forest Orchestra, which he had finally discovered, was snatched away by Pei Yunqing. Zhao Manyu had to settle for the second best and put his focus back on Bai Lu.

Knowing that her singer career has reached the ceiling, Zhao Manyu thought carefully and wanted to make Bai Lu transform into the direction of an actor.

From plastic surgery to stylists, Zhao Manyu also invested a lot this time in order to create a brand new Bai Lu.

This time I brought Bai Lu to Fashion Week, just to take the opportunity to hype it up.

Noting that Bai Lu was a little lost, Zhao Manyu frowned unhappily.

"What are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!