Reborn in the 1980s: As a supermodel, I dominate the fashion world

Bed.

Zhou Mi held Bai Sitian tightly.

Bai Sitian's long nails dug into his back, leaving deep red marks.

Her voice was broken. "Why don't you keep your promise? I...can't do it anymore..."

Zhou Mi suddenly lost his strength and fell on Bai Sitian.

He kissed her earlobe with lingering desire, his voice low and sexy: "I really don't want to leave with you."

Bai Sitian felt very itchy and hid aside.

Zhou Mi propped up his head with his arms and looked down at her: "Wife, why don't we live together?"

"Live together?" Bai Sitian frowned, "We're not married yet, if we live together people will gossip about us."

"This is Yangcheng, who knows us? If all else fails, let's get the certificate first and see who dares to say anything!" Zhou Mi said indignantly.

This era is not as open as later generations.

A man and a woman rent a house, and the landlord wants to check their marriage certificate.

"I'll think about it." Bai Sitian was so sleepy that she fell asleep after saying this.

The next morning.

Bai Sitian slowly woke up and found that it was already eight o'clock.

Zhou Mi didn't know why he was so energetic.

Bai Sitian quickly put on her clothes while complaining to him: "Why didn't you wake me up? I have an announcement to make today."

Zhou Mi smiled brightly, "You worked too hard last night. I want you to sleep a little longer."

Bai Sitian rolled her eyes helplessly, grabbed her handbag and hurried out. Zhou Mi followed closely behind her, staying beside her obediently.

Returning to the room upstairs, Bai Sitian was surprised to find Wang Gang pacing anxiously at her door.

She opened the door and went into the room, only to find it empty.

"Where is Tian Xiaojuan?" Bai Sitian turned and asked Wang Gang.

"I took the early morning train back to Shanshui City. Now it's just the two of us left in Yangcheng."

As he spoke, Wang Gang took out a notebook from his bag, opened the page, and began to read: "There is an interview with a TV station at 10 o'clock this morning, a commercial shoot at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and a fashion show at 3 o'clock..."

Zhou Mi was surprised when he heard the series of activities arranged, "Can you handle so many activities?"

Wang Gang explained: "Xiao Bai has just become popular. If he wants to maintain his popularity, he needs to appear on more shows."

Bai Sitian nodded: "It's okay, I can bear it."

Wang Gang closed the diary. "Have you eaten yet? Let's eat quickly and then go to the TV station."

After a simple breakfast outside, the three of them set out on their journey to the TV station. While asking for directions, they discussed their next work arrangements.

The interview with Bai Sitian was conducted on a popular fashion program.

The host Wen Ya, an elegant and beautiful woman, treated Bai Sitian in a friendly manner before the formal recording, and the two of them completed the script review easily and happily.

When the recording officially started, Wen Ya suddenly changed her attitude.

She faced the camera and her tone became sharp and critical.

"Ms. Bai, congratulations on winning the model competition and becoming the focus of everyone's attention. I heard that the citizens of Gangcheng spontaneously voted for you, and some even called you a copy of Jiaxin." There was a sense of scrutiny in Wenya's eyes.

Bai Sitian also has a sense of variety, nodding and smiling at the camera: "Thank you all for your support, I will meet you all when I have the chance."

These words are spoken in a simple and plain manner, which can easily attract the audience's favor.

Wenya changed the topic: "Ms. Bai went from being an ordinary model to a popular supermodel overnight. Is there a professional team planning for you?"

Bai Sitian immediately replied: "I want to correct you. You may remember me because of this competition. But I am actually a fashion designer and entrepreneur. My good friend and I participated in the Brothers Cup International Fashion Design Competition at the end of last year and won the gold and silver medals."

Wen Ya had never expected this answer.

She continued, "You are really very popular now. Before the show started, the director reminded me not to ask certain questions."

Bai Sitian already had a bad feeling, but she still maintained a polite smile on the surface.

Wen Ya continued, "During your competition, a scandal broke out. Do you think this incident had a positive impact on your winning the championship?"

Indeed, this sentence is full of sarcasm.

That means that you, Bai Sitian, had a scandal with a rich second-generation guy from Hong Kong, so there is more talk of the town.

As a result, you won the championship in the end.

Bai Sitian answered directly: "Host, can we talk about something else?"

Wen Ya smiled and nodded, then asked another question: "So when the scandal came out, what did you think?"

The TV station staff tried hard to gesture to Wen Ya to change the subject.

But Wenya pretended not to see it and asked again and again: "If it were me, I would be very happy. It would become a hot topic and I would be famous."

This is a total trap.

She wanted to induce Bai Sitian and gave a similar answer.

But Bai Sitian just smiled and didn't say anything.

Wen Ya was not annoyed and continued to ask: "Did you gain any benefit from this scandal?"

Bai Sitian interrupted her, "I hope to focus on yesterday's game."

Wen Ya seemed a little excited. She tapped the manuscript in her hand on the table and said, "Why do I have to ask this question? Because many people in society are discussing this issue..."

Wang Gang, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but find the director to discuss, "Director, this rumor is just not true. Can you please stop spreading rumors and talk about the competition instead?"

The director helplessly spread his hands and said to him: "I told Wen Ya not to ask these questions. She didn't listen, what can I do?"

"But, Director. This will cause great harm to my model."

The sound of the two arguing reached the stage.

Wen Ya glared at him, "We are recording a video, can you please respect our work?"

Wang Gang argued with her from below, "Then can you please respect me as well? We have tolerated you for a long time."

Wen Ya actually choked up on the stage, "I don't understand why this question can't be asked? As hosts, what else can we ask if not these questions?"

This move is a bit like Cha Yan Yue Se.

In this case, let’s see who makes better tea.

Bai Sitian immediately took out her handkerchief and began to wipe her tears. "There is a reason why I have not wanted to make a direct clarification."

"Oh?" Wen Ya suddenly became interested and leaned forward, as if she was listening attentively.

Bai Sitian pretended to be mysterious: "The rich second generation from Hong Kong that you guys exposed is actually my classmate. He often asks me to do something for him and tells me not to tell anyone else."

"Then what?" Wen Ya became more and more excited.

"He often gave me a lot of money and specifically told me not to tell anyone else. I asked him if it was too much, but he said he was a man and should be responsible."

Hearing this, even Zhou Mi, who had been listening, was dumbfounded.

No matter how you listen to it or see it, it feels very ambiguous.

Wen Ya asked Bai Sitian with a meaningful smile, "How did you use the money?"

Bai Sitian answered without hesitation: "It was all used to repair the house."

Wen Ya was surprised.

If this happened in a port city, so many houses would have been built.

Isn’t he a rich man?

"Who will live in all these houses?"

"For the children to live in!" Bai Sitian's answer made Wen Ya unable to control herself anymore.

"You actually have a child?"

"Yes, there are more than 1000." Bai Sitian replied with a smile.

wrong.

This answer is totally wrong.

"Ms. Bai, there should be a limit to your lying. Who can give birth to more than 1000 children?" Wen Ya asked Bai Sitian seriously.

"Yes, I hope the children in primary school all call him dad." Bai Sitian explained, blinking her big eyes, her eyes as clear as a college student.

Wen Ya held her forehead with her hand: "What about the house that was repaired?"

"It's Hope Primary Schools. They've built 10 of them!"

"Where's the money I gave you?"

Bai Sitian smiled, "Didn't we build a Hope Primary School? You forgot right after I said it."

Wen Ya forced herself to ask, "What do you mean by responsible?"

"Yes, he said that he is a Chinese and should be responsible to the country and society and do more charity." Bai Sitian smiled sweetly at Wen Ya.