Hand in hand with fashion king

These days, Gu Junshuo deliberately dug out the CDs used by the company to train models, and staying away from the runway for a long time made him look like a newcomer model who had just debuted, and even his nervousness was the same.

On the first floor of the aerospace venue, there is a wide booth with different model aircraft hanging on it. Sunlight shines in through the large French windows, and the surrounding walls are painted into an endless and vast universe. At the other end of the distance, there is an aviation The spaceship-shaped rock climbing wall is full of vitality.

Gu Junshuo arrived at the venue a quarter of an hour earlier. At this time, there were already many models gathered in the venue.Gu Junshuo chatted with them in the past, and almost figured out the selection rules of Yves this time.

Yves invited three modeling agencies in total, about a hundred models came to the show, and only 40 of them will be left in the end. As for the fate of each model, the director of the company's creative department, that is, the chief designer Qi Yao will personally check At the same time, the stylist who has worked with Qi Yao many times is also sitting next to him to give advice.

Gu Junshuo walked around the aerospace venue, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure unexpectedly.

"Brother, you're here too." Wei Ke was overjoyed, being able to meet a man like Gu Junshuo, even as a bed partner, was enough to make him feel excited.

Gu Junshuo turned around: "What a coincidence."

Wei Ke raised the corners of his mouth happily, revealing two sweet dimples: "Our company sent me to select."

Gu Junshuo looked at Wei Ke, who was at the same level as him, and had a good impression of this male model with curly hair and almond eyes: "Have you read the selection process?"

"I've already seen it." Wei Ke looked at Gu Junshuo with amber pupils and smiled, his eyes seemed to be coated with an unknown silver light: "Brother, you look even more handsome today than last time!"

Gu Junshuo smiled faintly, and was chatting with Wei Ke sentence after sentence. A cold voice accompanied by layers of heat breathed past his ears: "Gu Junshuo, who is this?"

Hearing the sound, Gu Junshuo looked back, met Qi Yao who was looking aggressively behind him, and introduced him: "He is a friend I just met, Wei Ke."

Wei Ke swallowed nervously, held the corner of her mouth stiffly, and smiled at Qi Yao in a flattering way, "Hello, I really like the elements of the Yves fringed skirt in the last season."

Qi Yao narrowed his eyes dangerously, looking at Wei Ke who was wearing a semi-see-through top.A few days ago, it was his mother Jing Yu, and today another sissy came out here to express affection to his people. Does Gu Junshuo know him well?Qi Yao held back his anger, wishing he could swallow Gu Junshuo who was always recruiting people wherever he went.

Wei Ke is not stupid, so he can naturally see that the chief designer of Yves in front of him is hostile to him. If he stays at this time to aggravate Qi Yao's dissatisfaction, it will not be worth the loss. I'm leaving."

Gu Junshuo responded, and after Wei Ke left, he said to Qi Yao, "It must be very busy inside now, what are you doing out there?"

Qi Yao sneered: "If I don't come out again, you can run away with others."

Gu Junshuo didn't like his eccentric energy: "If you want to run, he will run with me."

"Run to your mother." Qi Yao gritted his teeth and glared at him.

Gu Junshuo didn't even look at him, and walked forward: "I can't talk to you like you are."

Qi Yao took a deep breath, and chased after him. He was so busy in the venue that he finally found time to find Gu Junshuo, but the other party didn't show him any good face, so why did he have to come out to make fun of himself!

Qi Yao held back his temper that was about to explode, thinking that Gu Junshuo wouldn't be so bad-sighted that he fell in love with that bitch, and vented half of his emotions: "Gu Junshuo, I, I miss you."

Seeing Qi Yao's aggrieved expression, Gu Junshuo softened his heart, and pulled him to a place where there were fewer people around: "Be serious.

Qi Yao's eyes fell on Gu Junshuo's hand holding his forearm, and he smiled teasingly: "This time, you touched me first."

Gu Junshuo let go of his hand and looked back at him: "Why can't you be normal like everyone else?"

Qi Yao smiled brilliantly, confident: "I can't be normal when I see you. Other people are normal to you because they don't like you."

Gu Junshuo was overjoyed, he was really convinced by this mouth, no matter it was right or wrong, black or white, he could make it plausible.

Qi Yao took Gu Junshuo to the seat in the middle of the venue, and pulled out two chairs: "You sit next to me, just take a look at it later, and you can show up directly when you participate in the formal rehearsal."

Gu Junshuo sat down and said with a smile, "It's very expensive to invite me."

Qi Yao leaned over and fixed his hair intimately: "You are all mine, no matter how expensive you are, you are still in my pocket in the end."

Gu Junshuo noticed the assistant Derek who was standing aside and wanted to intervene but didn't dare, and pushed a few models' information on the desktop to Qi Yao: "Are you free? You should be busy."

"I'm busy by your side." Qi Yao arranged the materials in order.

When Qi Yao was free to sort out the materials, Derek finally waited for the opportunity to speak. He glanced at Gu Junshuo gratefully: "Brother Yao, I asked the bottom to arrange the order of appearance, and we can start in 10 minutes."

"Okay." Qi Yao took the folder from Derek, handed the same copy to the stylist next to him, and said casually: "A lot of Brazilian girls came here today, they are born on the catwalk. I hope the other rookies don’t seem to be too far behind.”

The stylist smiled lightly: "Don't be so partial."

"No way, I'm just a eccentric person." Although Qi Yao was replying to the stylist, his eyes looked at Gu Junshuo meaningfully: "Why don't you reply to my text messages these days?"

Gu Junshuo said indifferently: "Your text messages are all nonsense, there is nothing to reply."

Qi Yao was not very satisfied with this answer: "When did you and Wei Ke meet?"

Gu Junshuo said indifferently: "Everyone I know doesn't need to report to you."

Qi Yao's face became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "He is dressed so coquettishly, and he still smiles at you like that, you are not allowed to talk to him again."

Gu Junshuo said with a fake smile: "What's the relationship between us?" It's none of your business.

Qi Yao winked at him, and said forcefully and casually: "You are mine, I like you, what do you mean by relationship?"

Gu Junshuo sneered, "Do you like me, do I like you? You like a lot of people, right?"

Qi Yao was silent for a moment, and when Gu Junshuo turned his head to look at him, he showed a bright smile: "Who else? I can't think of a second one."

Gu Junshuo looked away, he didn't need to think about it to understand that the liking he said so easily within a few days of acquaintance, this liking couldn't contain much emotion.He won't take Qi Yao's random liking seriously. Qi Yao's interest in him is at most nothing more than interest, just like a child will only be interested if he can't get the toy he wants, but if he has it, it will be out of date, and then Going to follow new interests soon.He is different from Qi Yao. At his age, interest and passion are no longer the primary conditions for considering a relationship. What he needs more is a long-term, growing, and strong companionship.

Five years in the fashion circle can almost be described as a replacement. After the cast started, female models around 20 years old walked along the long strip of carpets from the venue. The models who debuted with Gu Junshuo at the beginning have either become famous or have changed careers and retired.

At the back of the stage, the female models and male models were lined up in order, but no one adjusted the distance between them. It all depended on the models' own feelings about the stage.The models appeared very quickly, and it only took a second for Qi Yao and the stylist to make a decision on the form.

Qi Yao drew two strokes on the form, and when he raised his head, the pen paused in his hand.

Wei Ke was walking towards them, and when he was only two meters away from them, Qi Yao deliberately leaned against Gu Junshuo, and gave Wei Ke a provocative smile.

Wei Ke immediately clenched his fists nervously.

Qi Yao tapped Wei Ke's name on the form with a pen, and smiled at Gu Junshuo: "Do you think I will let him pass or not?"

Gu Junshuo glanced at him: "Ask me why."

A voice suddenly came from behind: "Is this person called Wei Ke? He seems to be an Internet celebrity."

The stylist swiped twice on the phone, and pushed the phone in front of Qi Yao: "It is indeed an internet celebrity, who attacked McCarthy's clothes on Twitter."

Qi Yao glanced at the content on Twitter, and directly pulled Wei Ke into the blacklist. He lowered his voice, propped his head on one hand and leaned into Gu Junshuo's ear: "Baby, don't you feel distressed?"

Gu Junshuo was too lazy to answer Qi Yao's inexplicable questions. He pushed Qi Yao's head away until several female models interspersed passed by, and when Wu Chenxuan entered the stage, Gu Junshuo said seriously: "He's not bad."

"Wu Chenxuan." Qi Yao read the man's name word by word, "He looks very special, have you ever slept with him?"

Gu Junshuo stared straight at his eyes: "You think that everyone is like you, and when you see someone, you only think about it."

"I only do this to you." Qi Yao casually wrote a few elegant and beautiful characters in the evaluation column of the form, and put the form in front of Gu Junshuo: "Are you satisfied?"

Gu Junshuo looked at his handwriting, but said nothing.

Qi Yao snorted, and pinched Gu Junshuo gently through the clothes underneath: "Don't let me find out that you two are related."

Gu Junshuo smiled coldly: "I'm sick."

Qi Yao rascally said: "It's just sickness, who made me like you?"

Gu Junshuo leaned on the back of the chair, watched the models coming one after another without squinting, and filtered Qi Yao who was sitting next to him into the air, until the last model finished walking, then pushed away the chair and stood up: "I'm going bathroom."

Qi Yao got up too, and was stared at by Gu Junshuo. His attempt to go to the bathroom with him was seen through. Qi Yao pretended to smile innocently, sat back honestly, and checked with the stylist next to him. Candidates for models.

At this time, Gu Junshuo's cell phone on the table rang, and Qi Yao subconsciously glanced at it. When he saw Wei Ke marked on the letter display, he frowned, and took Gu Junshuo's cell phone grandly.

"Brother, your skin is so good, I miss last Thursday night very much.——Wei Ke"