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The last day of filming went well. After finishing the filming, Ji Xinyue left the set in a hurry with An Ran. It wasn't because she was playing big games, but because the air tickets booked before didn't have enough time, so she could only arrive at a few scenes on time.

After passing through the security check in the last few minutes, the two rushed to the boarding gate at a speed of [-] meters, regardless of their image as artists.

Huh, it's so dangerous, Ji Xinyue found a seat and sat down, patted her chest, calming down her rapid heartbeat just after strenuous exercise.

"Sister Nan, you should put on your makeup first," An Ran handed over the mirror and makeup case, and reminded, "When you get off the plane, there may be fans picking you up, so you can't show up in such a disheveled manner."

Tsk, managers are more burdened by idols than artists these days, Ji Xinyue hastily put on her makeup, and looked up to close her eyes to catch up on sleep.

"You can't sleep yet," coldly. An Jingye pushed her to wake her up without hesitation, and handed over her mobile phone. The dense schedule on it made Ji Xinyue just want to pretend to be dead.

"After arriving at the airport in the afternoon, a photographer will take some pictures of the airport," An Ran lowered her head and quickly wrote a memo on her phone, "Then we will go to the fashion week to watch the rehearsal, and then go to the hotel to rest. and jewelry, the company will arrange for someone to deliver them.”

Ji Xinyue silently handed over a glass of water, An Ran raised her head and drank it, and continued, "You must not stay up late at night, and you must show your best performance tomorrow. place."

Meeting those threatening eyes, Ji Xinyue raised her hands in surrender, "Understood, promise to go to bed before 12 o'clock, okay?"

"10 o'clock" Enron bargained.

"Then it's 11 o'clock," Ji Xinyue took a step back.

"Then it's 11:[-], that's all."

Ji Xinyue turned her head silently, artists have no human rights, poverty makes me weak-willed.

Paris Fashion Week has always been a battleground for female stars. If it weren't for the few popular dramas last year like Ji Xinyue, a female star who has no works and only relies on gossip hot spots, she would not have received the invitation. So it is conceivable that the company is facing a big enemy for this invitation.

At 5 o'clock, Ji Xinyue changed into a high-end dress and a complete set of jewelry sent by the company and stood in front of the mirror after being fiddled with by a stylist who said that her appearance fee could reach five figures.

A head of long black hair was tied into a bun, and a few strands of hair were mischievously hanging by the ears. It seemed random, but it was a well-designed angle.

Snow-skinned red lips, eyes full of emotion, half-back cut-out body-fitting long skirt, fishtail-shaped skirt, skirt corners inlaid with fine diamonds, walking like a galaxy falling into the deep sea, mysterious and glamorous.

Even An Ran, who was used to her beauty, was taken aback for a moment.It took a while to find my own voice, "Sister Nan, I think you don't need to buy a draft today and you will definitely overwhelm the audience."

Ji Xinyue glanced at her, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised as if they were hooked.

An Ran touched her chest and turned her head.

My artist is too beautiful, what should I do.

Of course she chose to forgive her.

At eight o'clock in the evening, under the gorgeous and dazzling spotlight, there are handsome men and beautiful women who are rare to see on weekdays, with delicate faces and luxurious decorations in their fragrant clothes and temples.

Ji Xinyue sat quietly in the second row on the right side of the stand, with a dignified demeanor and stretched eyebrows.

The major media marketing accounts are taking pictures all over the venue with long guns and cannons, ready to obtain first-hand information so as to grab headlines and hot searches.

The reporter from Orange Daily finished a short interview with a third-tier actress, and after snapping a few photos, he was a bit bored.Turn around and inquire about intelligence with your peers.

"The actresses who came to Fashion Week this time seem to be relatively mediocre. Although they didn't step on the thunder, they weren't amazing either."

The colleague turned his head quietly, "Are you planning to grab the headlines with me?"

"Ahem, bro, we go on a blind date, everyone is doing it for a living." He laughed guiltyly, while looking around the field, his eyes suddenly froze.

He patted his colleague on the shoulder, "Come on brother", turned around and sprinted, but his colleague had disappeared before he could react.

Click click.

Ji Xinyue was looking around boredly. This was the first time she attended such an occasion, so naturally she had no acquaintances, and the seat next to her was always empty, but there was a flashing light on.

Reflexively showing a perfect smile, a microphone has been handed to his mouth.A curly hair that came out of nowhere was staring at her with burning eyes.

"Sister Nan, today seems to be your first visit to Paris Fashion Week. Is there anything you want to say to the audience?"

"Yeah," Ji Xinyue tilted her head with a surprised expression, "There are so many people."

The curly hair paused, and his expression was a little subtle.

Isn't this female artist a little too honest?

Just as I was about to ask a few more questions, the opening music had already sounded, so I could only snap a few quick photos and then hurried back to the door.

When the lights dimmed, the music sounded, and the clanging drums perfectly matched the rhythm of the lights.

Models with slender figures and exquisite facial features stepped out from behind the curtain, either elegant, smart, flamboyant, or gentle, with different temperaments, but they were equally shocking and stunning.

Ji Xinyue watched it with gusto. As expected of a top show, this model is also one of the top in the entertainment industry.

A piece of music paused, and the designer stood on the runway to develop a speech, the inspiration of the costume design and the metaphor of the model's display, and then changed the voice to announce that there is a special guest today.

A beam of chasing light hits the center of the stage, and a figure slowly emerges.

A well-made, well-tailored off-white printed suit perfectly sets off the slender and superior figure of the visitor. The proportion of the long legs wrapped in the trousers is close to perfect. Step by step, the charm diverges and makes the heart beat faster.

As handsome as Apollo, with an expressionless face, he walked to the front of the stage, raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned a button on his chest, revealing a sexy Adam's apple, obviously an abstinent temperament but making people want to commit crimes for no reason.

Ji Xinyue swore she heard the sound of swallowing saliva in the back row.

After a few seconds, the man turned around and walked backstage. His back was unrestrained and unrestrained, and disappeared behind the curtain. After a few seconds of silence, the whole show erupted into warm applause.

Someone whispered, "Who is this man, he looks familiar."

"I don't know, I've never seen such a top male model before."

Ji Xinyue was no longer in the mood to listen to what others were discussing, because the seat next to her was already occupied.

The man who was on the stage just now gently leaned into her ear, "Nannan, are you satisfied with what you just saw?"

The breath was warm, and the man's gentle yet domineering smell enveloped her, and her heart beat faster, "Jiang Chuan, I don't know when you became a special guest."

Satisfied with her reaction, Jiang Chuan smiled, squeezed her hand secretly, and said in a low voice, "I'm ready to come when I know you've received the invitation." Seeing her confused look, he explained, "Designer He and I have been friends for many years, and he invited me a few times before."