Chapter 109

"I......"

Ji Qianchen blinks her beautiful eyes, unable to speak.

"Go!"

Ling Xiaohan drags her wrist and moves on.

Rob keeps up with the clothes designed by Ji Qianchen.

Enter backstage again, middle-aged uncle is sitting on sofa drinking coffee.

Ling Xiaohan suddenly broke in, and his coffee was almost spilt.

"Mr. Ling." The middle-aged uncle put down his coffee and stood up to greet Ling Xiaohan in a friendly way.

"I heard that Mr. Jin said that my wife can't become a great weapon if she relies on me like this? Is that the case? "

Ling Xiao cold embraces Ji Qianchen and walks to the front.

Ji Qianchen stays quietly in Ling Xiao's cold arms, like a clever cat.

Jinshen glanced at Ji Qianchen and explained awkwardly: "I didn't mean to, I just looked at the problem from a professional point of view, looking forward to lingzong Haihan."

"Oh? Mr. Jin doesn't encourage the cultivation of new people. Instead, he beats them to death with a stick. It's still the woman I'm ling Xiaohan. How can I forgive you? "

The sharp tone of voice shocked the audience.

Kinson's face was blue and purple. He bit his lips and didn't know what to say.

"Well, my husband, in fact, uncle Jin is right to criticize me. I'm so angry that he despises you as a backer." Ji Qianchen comes out of Ling Xiaohan's arms. He can't help but mend his wounds.

"Well?" When Ling Xiaohan heard this, his eyes were like arrows, sweeping at Kinson's body.

"When did I say that? I'm also a big guy in the fashion circle. I'm familiar with Mr. Ling. How can I despise you? "

Kinson, who had been innocently buttoned a black hat, quickly explained.

"Throw out my wife's designs? It's called friendship. " Ling Xiaohan asked.

"Lost? I didn't lose it. " Kinson felt that he had buckled a pile of shit pots on his head. He couldn't shake them.

"Since Mr. king said that my wife's works are not enough for Gordon, let my wife wear her own clothes and masks to go on stage, and see how the response under the stage is?"

"Here..."

Kinson hesitated, frowned deeply, his mouth knotted, and could not speak at once.

"If I remember correctly, the venue borrowed by the show is still owned by Lingshi real estate." Ling Xiao cold lips, dark eyes.

Bursts of cold came out of the body.

Bullying his wife in his territory, who gave him courage.

"OK, Mr. Ling, no problem. I'll arrange five minutes for Mrs. Ling later." Under the appalling pressure around him, Kinson couldn't make a compromise.

"If the response is not as bad as what Mr. Kim said, what should Mr. Kim do?"

Ling Xiaohan is like a cheetah in the dark. He is aggressive and leaves no way for others.

Kinson shivered and fell into a long silence.

"I personally apologize to Mrs. Ling."

"And what else?" The voice was sharp again.

And?

Someone's face is blinded.

"Besides, if Mrs. Ling wants to bring her clothes to the show, the door here is always open for her. This kind of honor is almost the talent of international masters. " Kinson's face was broken, and he made great concessions miserably.

He shouldn't have said that directly, knowing that this woman is Ling Xiaohan's wife.

"Well, good. Let's make arrangements. I'll take her to change. " Ling Xiaohan finally gets the result he wants.

Lead Ji Qianchen to the dressing room.

Ji Qianchen smiles all the way.

She wanted to laugh when she saw that the big uncle who was coaxed by Niubi turned from a horizontal face to a pool of mud.

Walking to the door of the dressing room, rob hands the clothes to Ji Qianchen: "little madam, your clothes."

"Well, I'll change it." Ji Qianchen smiles at Ling Xiao's cold, takes over his clothes and goes into the dressing room.

Ling Xiaohan sits on the sofa, his long legs overlapping, waiting for the moment when Ji Qianchen comes out.

Half an hour later.

Ling Xiaohan's figure is quietly sitting in the audience behind the T stage.

The people around him are focused on the T-stage and don't notice his existence.

Rob stood beside Ling Xiaohan and said softly, "young master, the little lady's skirt is really well designed, but I don't know why that Kinson will insist that the skirt is poorly designed."

"You mean he did it on purpose?"

Ling Xiaohan looks up seriously.

"I don't rule out this suspicion, and I've read the invitation letter that little madam received. The person who invited the letter was green gardenia, a famous designer, and green Gardenia didn't know little madam."

Rob points to the end.

Ling Xiaohan seems to have understood the clue in this matter.

"Check the context of the invitation.""Well, yes, young master."

Rob nodded and went to work.

With a burst of dynamic music, the host stood on the stage with a microphone.

"Next, let's invite new designer ch to show her design works."

The moderator stepped down.

The chasing lights on the stage fall in the middle of the T stage.

Ji Qianchen wore a feather mask, hands on his waist, and stepped on 15 cm high-heeled shoes.

She was Petite in a green dress with a long chest, and her hair was arranged in a unique bun.

The waist is surrounded by a brown ribbon, which seems to be twining around Ji Qianchen's waist like a vine.

Green and a little flower embellishment make her design style become a whole, just like a fresh breeze blowing all over the stage.

The whole person's temperament looks like Zhuo Er is not demon, fresh but human, mysterious and noble.

The lens of each major media competes with each other for accurate shooting.

Click and wipe.

Ling Xiaohan, who was sitting on the chair, raised his eyes and straightened his back to enjoy the charming woman on the stage.

Her beauty, her demon, has a panoramic view.

Ji Qianchen steps forward confidently, looking for Ling Xiaohan on the stage.

Focus on the last direction of the crowd.

See him looking at himself smile.

She seemed to be greatly inspired and inexplicably reassured.

After a walk, Ji Qianchen left.

The response from the stage was quite high.

There are many discussions about the sanctity of Ch.

The style of the work is unique and the temperament is striking.

When Ji Qianchen was removing makeup backstage, Ling Xiaohan came in from the front door, followed by Jinshen on the long head of the nostril.

"Mrs. Ling, the design of the work is very good, and the response is very good. Ch brand has already hit a certain heat. I apologize for my reckless words before." Kinson smiles and apologizes to Ji Qianchen.

"It's OK. I don't remember revenge. Is it really a good response?" Ji Qianchen is worried that they are flattering her.

"It's true. According to the live broadcast data and topic discussion, your work has a good response."

"So, uncle Jin, when you evaluate a work in the future, please open your eyes wider."

"Mrs. Ling said that."

Jinsen nods awkwardly and apologetically. He doesn't dare to get burned again.

On the car back home, Ji Qianchen caresses his heart, like riding a roller coaster all day, which is so exciting.