Sweet Wife Runs Away

In the banquet hall, Xie Jin held his mobile phone and asked doubtfully, "Why didn't Ning Xi reply to my message? He was still chatting just now."

"Maybe I'm busy." Chu Lian understood very well.

Xu Mu looked at his phone quietly, his face a little gloomy.

He also sent a message, but did not receive a reply.

They were a group of three, sitting next to the judges' seat with the best view. Xu Mushen was dressed in black, with a handsome face and a tall and straight figure. He stood out from the crowd and shone brighter than the models.

"Mr. Xu..."

Some sharp-eyed people saw that Xu Mushen had actually come, and immediately stepped forward to get close to him, but when they got closer, they found Xu Mushen's face was dark, as if someone owed him a lot of money, and silently retreated.

In the backstage, it was quiet, all eyes focused on Ning Xi.

"Pfft." I don't know who it is, but I actually laughed.

Ning Xi felt that his mind was buzzing, and his body seemed to have lost consciousness.

Torn clothes?

The clothes she spent a week making were torn!
When the staff heard the commotion here, they hurried over, saw that the clothes were torn, and looked at Ning Xi with extremely sympathetic eyes.

"Oh my god, why did this happen? The judges are very optimistic about you. They told the editors of several magazines that you are very good. Why are you so careless? What should I do?"

At this moment, other models have already lined up, just waiting to appear on the stage.

With the help of the staff, Ning Xi helped Zhang Jing to sit on the chair. Although Zhang Jing's feet were not red and swollen, she couldn't even walk stably. After trying a few times, she still wobbled when she walked.

"It's okay, I can insist, Ning Xi, I made an appointment with you before, and I will definitely earn you No. 1." Zhang Jing was extremely sad.

With a pale face, Ning Xi comforted her: "Take a good rest and don't worry. If you are sprained, don't go on the catwalk."

Looking at the torn clothes on her body, Zhang Jing's eyes were red with anxiety: "What about the clothes? Ning Xi, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I just slipped and couldn't stand stably. "

It doesn't matter whether Zhang Jing can go on the show or not. If her clothes are torn, what should she use for the show?

Meng Shanshan hurried over, checked the cut in her clothes, and her face changed with anxiety: "Why is this happening? How could the clothes be torn?"

Zhang Jing's voice was crying: "I don't know where I got caught, the show is about to start."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ning Xi's face was pale: "There will be a solution."

Meng Shanshan said anxiously: "What else can I do? I'm about to start catwalks, and I can't find another model to replace her, and the clothes are torn... Otherwise, you should abstain, and you can't let a model with a lame leg , go to the catwalk in rags."

"Yes, there are reporters outside. If you go to the show like this, it will definitely become a scandal."

"It's nothing to us, you are the one who is ashamed."

"It's too late to mend the skirt now, and there are not many models, so you can only abstain."

The surrounding designers also began to persuade him kindly.

The staff members looked at each other, wondering if they should report the matter and let the higher-ups decide whether to disqualify Ning Xi from the competition.

According to their understanding of the organizer, once reported, Ning Xi will definitely be withdrawn from the competition.

But looking at Ning Xi's appearance, they really couldn't bear to let Ning Xi lose the opportunity. They knew that Ning Xi was a designer that Master Li was very optimistic about. Maybe she would really have a way?
The staff didn't move.

Faintly, one could hear the voice of the host outside: "Thank you all for participating in the final scene of the "Third Huayu Cup Design Competition"..."

Ning Xi stared blankly at the skirt, and murmured to himself: "No, there will be a way, there must be a way... You take off your clothes first."

As she spoke, she began to let Zhang Jing undress.

"Ning Xi! Don't be brave, what can you do? It's better to abstain now than to lose face when you get off the stage."

The music of the catwalk started, and the host said, "We invite our models to come on stage..."

The first model walked out slowly.

Meng Shanshan frowned, thinking that Ning Xi was crazy: "What do you want to do, this skirt can't be mended anymore. Hurry up and tell the organizers, let them act as if there are only 29 models on the catwalk, or wait until it's your turn to go on stage, but you can't do it." How did it end?"

"No, I must participate." Ning Xi bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to give up.

She was in no mood to pay attention to what others were saying.

Brother Shen and the others were sitting under the catwalk. No matter what, even if it was a torn skirt, she would let Brother Shen see her design displayed on the stage.

Whether she can get No.1 has never been the most important thing to her.

If there is no model, then she will go to the catwalk by herself!

The other designers watched coldly, wanting to see what Ning Xi could do.

"Hey, if you go on stage like this, not only will you lose face, but also the organizers will also lose face. Why can't you understand the nonsense!" Meng Shanshan was anxious: "Forget it, I don't care about you."

Ning Xi's brain was working rapidly.

She was the last one to appear on the stage. According to the rehearsal time, there were still 30 minutes to make up for it.

It doesn't matter, there must be a way.

The skirt finally came off, Ning Xi held it in his hand to check it,
The long cut stretched all the way to the middle of the skirt, it was very conspicuous, and there was really no way to cover it.

How to do?
Clamp up the broken part?No, this will affect the overall effect.

Just tear off this half of the skirt?No, it still ruins the visual effect.

How to do?
Zhang Jing said apologetically but firmly, "Ning Xi, I think I can make a show, so just let me go."

Under the illumination of the light, the red lotus at the end of Zhang Jing's eyes shone with golden light, which attracted Ning Xi's gaze.

Red lotus, blazing red lotus?
Ning Xi's eyes suddenly lit up: "There is a way."

She grabbed the staff next to her: "Hello, do you have a lighter?"

"Huh?" The staff was at a loss.

"Do you have a lighter?" Ning Xi was in a hurry.

Only then did the staff react and took out the lighter from his pocket.

"Thank you."

Ning Xi returned to the clothes with the lighter, and gestured at the damaged part of the skirt.

At this time, the No.3 model has already stepped onto the stage.

"What does she want to do? Burn the clothes? What's the use of it? Don't you think the clothes are not worn out enough?"

"It's probably crazy."

The designers whispered to each other, they were not optimistic that Ning Xi could save the clothes.

Ning Xi carefully spread out the skirt on the ground, and then lit the lighter in her hand.

A tongue of flame began to devour the dress...

The staff was dumbfounded: "You can't set fire here." As he said that, he hurriedly looked for tools to put out the fire.

Meng Shanshan was standing in the corner, almost burst out laughing seeing this scene.

Ning Xi stared at the skirt without blinking, the flames slowly began to lick the skirt, and more parts caught fire.