I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 45 Lan Xu
After all the models in the backstage were finished, Lin Zixuan and Zhang Qing reconfirmed that they were correct, and then reported to the director at the front desk.

After the director of the show received the message, he quickly ordered the runway show to start on time in 3 minutes in the headset, and the staff of various departments quickly stood at their posts and waited for the order.

Looking at the show stage, the audience has been sitting quietly and orderly on the comfortable sofa. Although the sofa is very comfortable, they really want to make people lie down.

But in order to ensure their own image in the camera, many people still dare not collapse on the sofa like some people, such as Lan Xu.

Susan looked at Lan Xu, who was comfortably slumped on the sofa, and sweated: "Aren't you afraid of being photographed?" Isn't this guy going to follow the traffic niche route?
However, although Lan Xu is slightly lying on the sofa, but if you look carefully, he is only slightly leaning on his body, with his hands comfortably placed on the sofa behind him, his legs raised up and his peach blossom eyes slightly squinted, looking a little lazy Lazy and casual, but unexpectedly suitable for this show.

The young female editor-in-chiefs who saw next to her looked this way from time to time, as if they were springing up.

Seeing this scene, Susan couldn't help but secretly sigh, tsk tsk!Lan Xu looks quite attractive to little girls.

At the same time, she also saw a few reporters from the Chinese media sitting across from them, aiming at this place with their cannon barrels, and the clicking sound could be faintly heard here, and they must have photographed a lot of blue A picture of Xu lying down.

Lan Xu was obviously extremely tired. Not only did he not sit up straight, but he looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "Don't worry about it, maybe it will make headlines like this!"

"Yang Rong will kill you, right?" Susan raised her eyebrows, gloating a bit.

"No," Lan Xu said lazily while resting his chin in one hand, "but he will throw me into the company's etiquette training class for extra training! By the way, he will punish me for standing." As a Persian cat, he attracted the attention of many people at this time.

"Then don't you hurry up and sit up?" Susan was a little depressed, why did she feel like an aunt in the kindergarten at the moment, teaching children how to sit upright? !

"Tired! Sister Susan, you don't know, Brother Rong is too much! He even arranged a photographer for me in China. At noon, he frantically dragged me to take pictures on various street corners in Paris, from the Eiffel Tower to the Louvre Museum to Notre Dame de Paris."

Lan Xu rubbed against the sofa, and complained bluntly: "It's rare to have such a comfortable sofa now, of course I want to lie down."

Susan was a little tired, and at the same time silently sympathized with Yang Rong, wondering if he would vomit blood when he saw tonight's news.

The most popular photo of Lan Xu is not the hard-working street photo at noon, but Lan Xu lying lazily on the sofa in the show.

Susan quickly withdrew her thoughts, because the background music of the runway sounded at this moment, it was a piece of piano music full of rhythm and strength.

As the music started, a model slowly walked towards the end of the runway. Susan was sitting in front of the runway. Because of the distance, she hadn't seen the style of the first dress clearly.

But the audience watching the show in the back couldn't help but picked up their mobile phones and cameras to take pictures one after another, and there was a bit of exclamation in their mouths from time to time, which made the show seem a bit noisy, which was something that had never happened in previous shows .

What kind of clothes have such magical power that these fashion editors who have seen the world can't help exclaiming?Susan couldn't help being a little surprised!
　Ask for a wave of recommendation tickets every day~~

　　


(End of this chapter)