Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

Ke Chenye instinctively wanted to cover An Yu's hand, she stood up suddenly, avoided it intentionally or unintentionally, her face was a little pale: "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, I want to go back."

She turned her head and left, Ke Chenye quickly asked the bodyguards to find Zheng Xin, sent her back safely, and at the same time kept up with An Yu's pace.

The next day, when the assistant brought the coffee into the office, Ke Chenye suddenly stopped him: "I have something to ask you."

"You said." The assistant looked at him flattered.

Ke Chenye slowly opened his mouth thoughtfully, and told about the fact that he said he was going to pick up An Yu that night, but he didn't go when she wanted to stay up all night, but drank at the bar.An Yu's slightly disappointed eyes appeared in front of his eyes, and Ke Chenye's heart tightened: "Do you know what happened to her?"

The assistant scratched her cheeks, and said carefully, "Miss An must be angry... Women are a little bit duplicity, saying that you don't need to pick her up, but in fact, they are looking forward to your passing."

Ke Chenye's eyes moved slightly, and there was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

Is that so?

"However, women's tempers come and go quickly. I think Miss An is also very coaxing. You can buy some flowers and treat her to a candlelight dinner, and everything will be over."

Ke Chenye stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows without saying a word. After his assistant reminded him, he suddenly realized that he had done too little for An Yu during this time.

"Xiao Zhang, help me with something."

On the other side, the fashion show is imminent. An Yu will be busy leading the team to prepare for the fashion show. He is so busy every day that he can only put aside the matter of Ke Chenye and Yan Lan temporarily.

She quickly took Zheng Xin and others to find a suitable venue, lighting, music, props... An Yu had to control all the details, and she was so busy that she was dizzy.

Not only that, but as the finale model, she also had to participate in the rehearsal, during which Zheng Xin handled the entire show.

The backstage was busy and orderly. The dresser helped An Yu zip up the back and fastened the straps of her high heels.

The music was already playing in front of the show. This is the warm-up music before the show, so that the models can get into the state as soon as possible.

The models lined up in a row, and An Yu followed at the end. Just as the first beat of the opening music sounded, the opening models walked out with a little confidence and relaxation.

The people in front of An Yu walked out one after another at a distance. The model who opened the show kept her style until she entered the backstage. Once she stepped into the backstage, she immediately rushed towards the dresser who was holding the next set of clothes go.

The entire backstage was in full swing, and everyone felt a string in their hearts, making the rehearsal look like a formal catwalk.

An Yu's face was indifferent, no one could see that she was a little nervous at the moment, and her heart was beating like a pounding.

Xing Jinjin's teachings seemed to be in her ears, An Yu took a few deep breaths calmly, and after the model in front walked a certain distance, she stepped on the music and followed the man's pace.

The light instantly focused on her body, making her skin feel hot. An Yu strode forward without looking sideways, her expressionless face looking extremely cold.

Zheng Xin watched from the audience, and the applause almost burst through her throat.

An Yu's steps were very steady, neither too fast nor too slow, and she stepped on every step with precision, which was even better than she expected!
She looked around, everyone was fascinated, and Xing Jinjin, who folded his arms, smiled and nodded, obviously satisfied with the student's performance.

According to this situation, the fashion show will not be a problem!

But in the next second, there was a sudden mutiny, and An Yu suddenly staggered and knelt on one knee, with unbearable pain showing on his face.

"An Yu!" Zheng Xin's expression changed drastically, and several of them rushed towards her at the same time, a gust of wind passed by, and the next second Ke Chenye had already hugged An Yu horizontally, his face was so gloomy that ink dripped out.

"Let me go." An Yu whispered.

Ke Chenye turned a deaf ear until Zheng Xin hurriedly brought a chair, and then he carefully let her sit down.

Xing Jinjin saw at a glance that the heel of the high-heeled shoe was broken. She picked it up and saw that it was still reflecting light, and there were obvious traces of glue. The heel was broken and someone glued it on!

"Who did it?" Ke Chenye glanced at everyone coldly, the temperature of the show dropped sharply, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, a weak voice came: "Yes...it's me..."

Many sharp eyes shot at her, and the girl couldn't help crying, her voice choked up: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to become like this... The heel suddenly broke, I don't know what to do, so I just use glue to stick it together. I want to replace it with a pair of new shoes, who knows..."

She was still holding a shoebox in her arms, and she was still out of breath when speaking, obviously she had not been back for a long time.

An Yu's ankle was still in pain, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless when he heard this.

Xing Jinjin was so angry: "I'm sorry and it's over? Do you know how precious the model's feet are? She sprained her foot last time, and she was injured again this time. What about the fashion show!?"

Ke Chenye looked cold. Although he didn't blame the girl, her dismissal was a certainty.

Seeing the girl's stunned look, An Yu sighed helplessly: "Forget it, it's useless to scold her at this point, let's think about what to do."

Zheng Xin carefully suggested: "An Yu, can you try to walk?"

An Yu tried to stand up, but Ke Chenye made gestures to help, but she turned a blind eye and supported Xing Jinjin, who was the only one who was closest. As soon as her feet touched the ground, there was a sharp pain, which made her sit back down again.

Ke Chenye's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, he pursed his thin lips tightly, and slowly withdrew his hand, clenched into a fist under his sleeve.

"Then what should I do?" Zheng Xin frowned, "Is it okay to raise it for a few days?"

An Yu shook his head, seeking truth from facts: "It shouldn't work."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became serious.

The fashion show is only a few days away, and it is difficult for An Yu to walk like this, how will she go to the show then?

Before, it was difficult to find a replacement model, let alone now, Yan Lan, the only one who can replace An Yu, has already gone to another tour...

A pessimistic atmosphere permeated everyone. First, there was a problem with the original finale model, and now An Yu had another problem. It seemed that this show was destined to be full of twists and turns, and whether it could be successfully completed was a question mark.

"Sister Jinjin." An Yu held Xing Jinjin's hand, staring firmly into her eyes, "Can I ask you?"

Xing Jinjin froze for a moment, subconsciously flinched: "Me? I can't do it, I haven't run a catwalk for a long time."

An Yu smiled affirmatively at her: "You can, otherwise, why would I ask you to be my teacher? During our training together, you should have regained some of the feeling you used to have, right?"

Xing Jinjin's heart was a little moved by what she said. Instead of fading away with the passage of time, those former glory and the boiling feeling of being under the spotlight became more and more profound.