Chapter 174

Just standing behind the stage, Yan Jian was attracted by the ten sets of different styles of clothes on the stage. Looking closely, each piece of clothes seemed to be made of waste products, such as plastic bags, old umbrellas, cans and so on.

Yan Jian can't help admiring their creators for being able to use these waste items to make such excellent clothes.

Probably because his mother is a fashion designer, Yan Jian has always been interested in fashion design, so he took the initiative to come on stage, and even took away the male host job.

After being praised by Yan Jian, some viewers who didn't pay much attention to the clothes also focused on the ten clothes.

"...It seems to be quite beautiful."

"It's just that you can't wear it out?" someone doubted.

But someone immediately refuted him: "You don't understand now, this is called art, and it is a work of art worn on the body. Do you see strange clothes often appearing in foreign fashion shows?"

"Haha, that's right..."

Pei Yushu, who was sitting in the auditorium, felt a little uncomfortable.

She secretly felt that Xiao Shuwei was very lucky to be able to share the stage with a big star.

Although she doesn't chase stars, she always likes to steal the limelight and the feeling of the spotlight on her body, otherwise she wouldn't choose to be a part-time model.

But she has strong self-esteem, so she won't admit that she regrets it.

There is only one thing she regrets.

When the model appeared just now, she blurted out: "This dress is really ugly."

But Cao Lu who was beside him said, "No, I think it looks pretty good."

Pei Yushu: "..."

Tears welled up in her heart, the male god must have thought that she was a schizophrenia sufferer who loves to find fault.

Soon, Xiao Shuwei and his party left the stage.

The girl in the umbrella cloth held her chest and said, "Damn it, did you scare me to death just now?"

"Why don't you go hug her and ask for an autograph?" Ding Mengmeng asked enviously.

The umbrella cloth girl said with a sad face: "I forgot! I was too nervous just now!"

Xiao Shuwei patted her on the shoulder kindly, "It's okay, there is still a chance next time."

Xiao Shuwei's comfort made the umbrella cloth girl feel much better.

"But our performance seems to be quite successful." Bai Yulan said, "I thought everyone's attention would be attracted by Yan Jian, but just now I saw that many people were taking pictures of the models."

"If there was no Yan Jian, maybe not so many people would be willing to take pictures..." Another girl told the truth.

After returning to the original room, the models took off their clothes and makeup, and ran to the auditorium to watch the performance.

Fortunately, Yan Jian hadn't left yet.

He's singing his second song, the theme song for his latest TV series.

At the beginning, he agreed to sing only one song, but the audience in the audience was too enthusiastic, so he sang two more songs in a row.

The agent waiting below was a little helpless.

Yan Jian's undisciplined temperament is really not at all like his mother's.

The agent's real name is Wen Mao, but he is actually a distant relative of the Yan family. He also worked for Nuoyan Company for a while before, responsible for sales.Probably seeing that he was very careful, Ms. Yan asked him to take care of her son, so he became Yan Jian's manager, actually a part-time nanny, taking care of three meals a day in daily life.

Seeing that Yan Jian didn't intend to step down for a long time, and the emotions of the audience became more and more enthusiastic, Wen Mao quietly escaped.

After searching for half a minute, he finally found the entrance to the men's room. He had just entered the toilet when suddenly a familiar-looking guy approached him.

Wen Mao stared at that person for a few seconds, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Song Yayi?"

Teacher Song raised his head, and then he noticed Wen Mao.

"Xiao Wen?" Teacher Song said unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

Wen Mao smiled: "Didn't you come here with Young Master Yan?" Young Master Yan is a joke name for Yan Jian by Nuoyan's internal staff.

Suddenly meeting an old man, Wen Mao was a little happy, he said: "Mr. Song, it seems that I haven't contacted you much after leaving the company? How are you doing now? I heard that you became a university teacher..."

Song Ya also nodded slightly.

"University teacher is also good, leisure!" Wen Mao smiled and patted Teacher Song on the shoulder.

Song Yayi gave an "um" and then stopped talking.

Suddenly the scene became cold, but Wen Mao didn't care.He smiled and expressed that he would have a meal together someday, but Song Ya didn't agree, nor refused immediately, but said lightly: "Okay, someday!"

Wen Mao knew Song Yayi's personality, so he didn't mind, so he smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go back first."

Looking at the back of Wen Mao going away, Song Ya also sighed.

It's not that he doesn't want to contact his old colleagues from the past, it's just that every time he sees them, he will think of that person.Every time he thinks of that person, he will feel like a stick in his throat, as if a barb that has been buried for a long time has gently hooked his heart.

That person naturally refers to Ms. Yan, the founder of Nuoyan.

In the eyes of others, Yan Nuo is a perfect strong woman.

(End of this chapter)

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