Entertainment Industry’s Gourmet Food Service

Mo Shaoqing came back from the studio of Berenger, and the whole person was tired on the sofa.

Ruisha just finished the phone call in China and went back to the house to see Mo Shaoqing resting. He rushed to sit down and sat down: "How is it, does Mr. Yun say anything? Does he particularly appreciate you?"

"Well, that's it!" Mo Shaoqing replied with a weak voice.

"What is it like this! Get up and make it clear."

Mo Shaoqing replied indiscriminately: "I just asked my family about..."

When it comes to the family, he suddenly thinks of Rui Rui, the soft little guy, and does not know what he is doing now? They all said that they were worried about the children, but when they arrived at him, they were worried about their fathers!

"Family situation? Hey, you are serious." Resha pulled Mo Shaoqing from the sofa.

"You are my first entertainer on the international stage, and I am blessed by you. I am the first time I have seen such a big designer, so I am really special..."

"Okay, okay, I tell you!" Mo Shaoqing raised his hand and surrendered. "Mr. Yun just told me about some things going on the stage, and new design inspiration..."

Reshua's eyes are full of light: "Really? Did he say that you want to be his professional model in the future?"

of course not! Mo Shaoqing said that he is really true. He said nothing to you. You still don’t believe it.

"The amount... that's not there, don't forget, there are knives on my stomach, but it's not very suitable for models!"

"Oh!" Reese slaps her head. "Look at me, I want you to become an international superstar and want to be crazy, but forget your belly... I think about your future, think about your height." The figure is not bad, but I forgot this!"

"Nothing, you know for me." Mo Shaoqing smiled unconsciously.

"You understand it. After all, you don't have many works now. There are no awards. You can receive the big-name invitations for luxury brands. You can go further in the country! Even step into the front!"

It’s hard to take Ruisha, who is obsessed with it, and Mo Shaoqing turned on the computer, and planned to have a video with Rayleigh and Lingsen.

I found an anonymous message in the phone.

Open your mailbox.

mailbox? What the hell? Mo Shaoqing immediately checked the mobile phone number and found that it was a mobile phone number in the F country. The news was sent in Huaxia.

But Mo Shaoqing opened all the mailboxes uncontrollably and finally found an anonymous email in a rarely used mailbox.

This is a very long text message. After reading it, Mo Shaoqing is completely panicked. He first copied all the words above, and then followed the words at the end of the article to make the mail permanent. The deletion was made.

He thought he already knew who the email was.

*****

Because of this e-mail, Mo Shaoqing did not sleep well last night, and the next day she came to the dressing room with a pair of giant panda eyes.

"Hey ~ Shaoqing baby, how do you make yourself like this?" Makeup artist Amy exaggerated, under the eyeliner that was originally exaggerated, the eyes were bigger.

"I'm fine, it's not because of jet lag!"

"I didn't sleep well, isn't the hotel not working?" Yun Qing had already waited for Mo Shaoqing for a while. He didn't sleep well last night. He came to the dressing room early this morning.

"No, Mr. Yun, when did we start?"

Yunqing frowned. He didn't like his son's appearance of not taking his own body seriously, but the opening was changed to: "Your state..."

"Thank you for your concern, but I am very good. After finishing the makeup, I will go to the t-stage with you." Although Mo Shaoqing can't wait to fly over the country at the moment, he is particularly valued for this job opportunity.

A few days ago, the highly anticipated Spring/Summer P City International Fashion Week opened.

Next, there will be a show after the next in the city, and countless fashion lovers, big-name stars, and media reporters will gather from all over the world to this international metropolis.

Then show up in front of the camera to lay the foundation for the next year's clothing sponsorship.

Unlike the star buyers, the show was different from the show, but Mo Shaoqing took over a tough job.

*****

After Mo Shaoqing made a good makeup, he followed Yunqing to the booth built by Bérangère.

At this point, there are already many male models in the background who are preparing for the show. When they see the arrival of Yunqing, they all say hello to him.

Mo Shaoqing first realized Yunqing, a Chinese in this fashion circle.

When the two of them left, the male models who had just been in politics immediately unified their fronts and came together.

A male model asked with enthusiasm: "Who is this man?"

"Is it new? It doesn't look so good!"

"Oh, a yellow-skin pig, Huaxia!" A male model sneered.

"Julian, do you know who he is?"

"A little star who doesn't know where to come from!" The man named Julian put on his clothes.

"Enough, Julian, don't say it, I heard that Mr. Yun and Mr. Berenger value him very much!" Some people tried to ease the atmosphere, but it didn't make sense.

Another male model dismissed: "why? He wants to go out with us?"

"I think it may be Mr. Yun's little lover~"

It’s no secret that the chief designer of the luxury goods has a male model as a small lover in the circle.

A few people looked at each other and then smiled with a bad smile.

"Sowhat! He doesn't necessarily have the ability to go through the show! Maybe he will fall, then cry back to China!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The people laughed badly.

It turns out that men are not worse than women.

This time, the stage of Bérangère is built in a gray style. The whole stage has a different sense of dimension. A bunch of glare lights are scattered on the stage, causing the feeling of light and shadow. Not only that, there is a circle of fountains in the center of the stage. When people walk by, they will flow straight to the rain.

The catwalk officially began, and the male models wore a cool, summer-style costume that walked around the perimeter of the stage.

"At that time, I will arrange Romeo to go with you, so you don't have to worry." Yun Qing reminded me that Mo Shaoqing was called back to reality.

Mo Shaoqing found that his hands clasped his pants and had already been soaked.

He smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, thank you."

"Nothing." Yun Qing took out a handkerchief uncontrollably and handed it to Mo Shaoqing: "Gently wipe the sweat, child, you look very nervous."

"Yeah." Mo Shaoqing did not have any feelings, and quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.

After visiting the platform, Yunqing sent Mo Shaoqing to the training ground and handed him over to a model instructor.

"Although there are only a few days of preparation, I hope that you can demonstrate enough ability to make everyone feel that you can do the job." After all, the male model circle is originally a gluttonous, so cruel reality, Yunqing hopes that his son can know.

However, he was afraid that Mo Shaoqing had pressure, and then added: "Monel is a retired man supermodel, and he has no need to worry about him."

It is said that it is a training ground. In fact, it is a large dance classroom. All sides are mirrors. In front of the mirror, there are handrails that can be used to press the legs. It can make people see their own postures in order to make adjustments.

This supermodel called Monell, although not a big one, is a level of a handsome guy, but it is completely a Chinese person's perception of the supermodel face, his cheeks are very thin and concave, his body is tall and tall, and there is no trace of flesh.

However, Yunqing said that he is already thirty-five years old, but Mo Shaoqing feels that he is only twenty-seven. He is not only like this. When his silver-gray nephew looks directly at people, he still feels a kind of call. Something about the gas field.

Mo Shaoqing saw that Yunqing seemed to be talking to him, using the F language he had never touched. Monel first frowned, as if to negate what, then seems to be convinced by Yunqing, helplessly agree.

"Well, I will hand you over to him and study hard."

"Thank you, Mr. Yun." Mo Shaoqing was only responsible for the respect and responsibility of the work. After all, it was completely called a newcomer to go to the catwalk, destroying the stage, and he also had an unshirkable responsibility.

However, it is really grateful to be a designer like Yunqing who is responsible for treating himself and giving himself a teacher. So this thank you can be described as the most sincere sentence in the past few days.

Mo Shaoqing was full of anticipation of supermodel Monel's teaching, but did not expect that the first sentence he came up, he poured a cold water on him.

"You\'resofat."

Mo Shaoqing did not know what to respond to at the moment, is it "hehe"? Still "sorry, dirty your eyes"?

Fortunately, Monell did not continue to embarrass him, just let him start to walk.

Although Mo Shaoqing is not a serious model, but usually take the stage to walk the red carpet is still very focused on manners.

He thought he had taken a few steps in good condition, but he only stopped a few steps and was stopped.

Then it was unexpectedly criticized by Monel.

Finally, Monel said coldly as a summary: "As an audience, you need to pay attention to your clothes, not your performance!"

Well, even if he walks well among ordinary people, he is still criticized for being a performance...

"Relax, don't stretch your face and arms. Look at the mirror in front of you!"

"It will make you face yourself!"

"no, stop!"

..................

So Mo Shaoqing was trained by the devil for a day.

Even so, Monel was only slightly satisfied, and gave him a piece of paper full of dietary guidelines.

When he left, he felt that he had no way to walk.

God, he shouldn’t be a poor Yan national who learns to walk alone!

The course was finally over. Mo Shaoqing took Monet's list and waited for Reza to pick him up.

However, I did not expect that the nanny car did come, but the person who came was Yunqing.

Mo Shaoqing’s body that had just been relaxed was tightened in an instant.