Reborn supermodel temptation

Xi... When the man saw Fang Zhiran, he was obviously taken aback.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Wu Muyang asked strangely, feeling the strange atmosphere between the two.

The man looked at Fang Zhiran and frowned and asked, "Have we met?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhiran also lowered his head and began to think about whether he had met this person before.

"Hey, I said Song Zhe, you can't do it." Wu Muyang went to the man named Song Zhe and sat down, "Such a clumsy method."

Song Zhe ignored Wu Muyang, and still frowned at Fang Zhiran.

Fang Zhiran thought for a long time, the person in front of him suddenly overlapped with the figure in his memory, could it be him?That name stuck in Fang Zhiran's throat like a thorn, and he couldn't get it out for a long time.

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"Ah K?" In the end, the name came out of Fang Zhiran's mouth, and there was a youthful past along with it.

"So it's really you." Song Zhe suddenly laughed.

Confused Wu Muyang looked at them and asked, "Do you know each other?"

"Hehe." Song Zhe showed an inscrutable smile, "Yeah."

"Let's hear it?" Wu Muyang became excited all of a sudden.

Compared with Song Zhe's composure and Wu Muyang's curiosity, Fang Zhiran's mood swings are much more fluctuating. He never thought that a man who once had special meaning to him would meet again in this way, after so many years. Such a way and identity.

It turned out that his real name was Song Zhe.

Song Zhe just smiled, did not answer Wu Muyang's words, but looked at Fang Zhiran and said, "Long time no see."

"Long time...no see." Fang Zhiran's voice choked up slightly.

Wu Muyang turned his head and winked at Fang Zhiran and said, "Oh, if he doesn't talk about it, you can talk about it."

"Well, we're classmates in junior high school." Fang Zhiran answered in a evasive way.

Wu Muyang was quite frightened, "What junior high school classmate?!" "Yeah." Fang Zhiran tried to look as calm as possible and said, "But then he changed schools, and we didn't meet much."

"That's it?" Wu Muyang had three words of disbelief written all over his face.

Song Zhe also followed Fang Zhiran's words and said, "Well, that's it."

Wu Muyang wanted to continue to ask, but he saw Liu Jie had pushed the door open and entered. He looked at several people strangely and said, "Why haven't you started drinking yet?"

Wu Muyang said: "Isn't this waiting for you?"

Liu Jie said suspiciously, "I don't believe you would be so kind."

"Everyone is here?" Song Zhe asked.

Liu Jie said, "Anyone else?"

Wu Muyang shook his head and said: "No more, today I just brought Xiaoran here to see the world, but since you know each other, it seems that I don't have to be sentimental anymore."

Song Zhe looked at Wu Muyang's peach blossom eyes, and said gently, "How could that be?"

At this moment, Fang Zhiran has mixed feelings in his heart. At that time, he knew that he and Song Zhe were not from the same world, but he never thought that there would be a day when they would meet again.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhe asked someone to set up a table in the middle of the second floor, and was going to take a few people to watch the performance. During the process of going downstairs, Fang Zhiran kept walking at the back, silent. Jie and Wu Muyang were still bickering over there excruciatingly.

"It's nothing." Fang Zhiran tried his best to look calm.

Song Zhe looked at Fang Zhiran, and said, "So your name is Fang Zhiran, not bad."

"I only found out that your name is Song Zhe today." Fang Zhiran couldn't help but reply.

"Hehe." Song Zhe was amused by his reaction, and Song Zhe tried his best not to laugh, "The name is actually just a code name."

"..."

Song Zhe said: "I heard that evildoer say a long time ago that there is a very cute kid who wants to introduce me, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"..." Fang Zhiran was speechless, and stared helplessly at the back of Wu Muyang's head. These words really sounded like what a monster like Wu Muyang would say, but cute... what kind of adjective is this.

Fang Zhiran's incomprehensible gaze suddenly flickered in Song Zhe's eyes, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be telling Fang Zhiran, "If it was you, I don't think his proposal can't be considered. ..."

"Huh?" Fang Zhiran didn't hear Song Zhe clearly, so he asked again.

"Nothing." Song Zhe asked, "Alone now?"

"No." Fang Zhiran shook his head, thinking of Gu Leming, a warm look appeared on his face.

Song Zhe at the side was startled slightly, "I'm really jealous..."

"Ah?" Fang Zhiran didn't understand why Song Zhe said that suddenly.

Song Zhe suddenly stopped, looked at Fang Zhiran and said seriously: "If I want to pursue you, is there still a chance?"

These words were undoubtedly a thunderbolt, which made Fang Zhiran feel as if his whole body had exploded. He never expected that Song Zhe would say such words to him. It was very shocking, but Fang Zhiran shook his head firmly and said, "I love you so much he."

Song Zhe suddenly restrained his affectionate appearance again, and said gently but with a little regret: "That's really a pity."

Fang Zhiran suddenly felt a little embarrassed and at a loss. Fortunately, Liu Jie in front turned his head and shouted at them, "Hey, what are you doing? Why are you crawling slower than a snail?"

Fang Zhiran trotted a few steps and caught up with them. Wu Muyang glanced at Fang Zhiran thoughtfully, then turned his head to look at Song Zhe who was calm behind him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Zhiran and Song Zhe didn't talk alone that day, and Fang Zhiran didn't take Song Zhe's words that he didn't know the truth to his heart.

A week of New York Fashion Week gave Fang Zhiran a lot of rewards.

Soon the trip to New York was over, and Fang Zhiran and Jiang Yiran boarded the plane to Italy together. As soon as they landed, they immediately arranged for Fang Zhiran to go for an interview, and then they waited a little nervously. Sure, but Fang Zhiran was still a little nervous.

Both Jiang Yiran and Fang Zhiran were very surprised that after the interview, Jiang Yiran actually received a call from the famous Lanvin designer Dirk Gavalli, saying that he decided to let Fang Zhiran participate in the opening male model of his brand, making Fang Zhiran the first male opening model of Milan Fashion Week.

At the opening of the show, 10 minutes before Fang Zhiran and the others entered the stage, the designer Dirk made arrangements for them. Finally, it was decided that Fang Zhiran’s appearance was a slim white tuxedo suit with nothing to wear. Underneath is a pair of well-tailored suit trousers, lining up Fang Zhiran's slender legs, making Fang Zhiran look like a little prince who came out of a fairy tale.

"He is really an excellent model, very good." Dirk praised Fang Zhiran to Jiang Yiran.

"Thank you." Jiang Yiran just thanked him politely with a smile.

“I felt that day that he could fit any style in fashion, whether it was couture gowns or cutting-edge urban wear. He had a pure depth in his eyes, worldly and ethereal at the same time. He was born to belong to this stage of."

Jiang Yiran looked at Fang Zhiran who was being fiddled with by the makeup artist, with a satisfied smile on his face.After he took over the company, the reason why the Jiang Group was able to develop to where it is today is entirely because he has an extremely accurate grasp of these things. He knows that the reason why models can be selected on the catwalk is because they can Exuding some intangible quality, be it sensuality, elegance or some other alluring quality... While most models are of extraordinary beauty, at Fashion Week hair and make-up artists bring their skills to a fantastical level.So in fact, for models, appearance is not the most important thing, but aura is.

The music started, the lights were turned on, and there were many people watching the show sitting under the stage, including fashion buyers, magazine editors, reporters and celebrities... For Fang Zhiran, he had been waiting too long for this moment. Long.

When the light hit his body, Fang Zhiran seemed to see a dazzling rainbow in front of him, and he walked towards that rainbow with calm steps.

However, in just ten or 20 seconds, Fang Zhiran completed the first step of his fashion week. After the stage, with the help of Jiang Yiran, he found his own outfit. Behind the stage, each model needs to wear The outfits and looks were neatly placed alongside the model photos, a rare level of order in the chaos of making a fashion show.

As soon as he changed his clothes, the costumer and hair stylist who were always ready by the side immediately came forward to help Fang Zhiran change.

Although the schedule was very tight, Fang Zhiran still took a short nap while doing hair and makeup and waiting for the stage.However, there are always unexpected changes in the fashion week. This special show ended almost half an hour later than the original time. Fang Zhiran had to rush to the next show. Fortunately, Jiang Yiran had prepared the car in advance. Fang Zhiran was busy using Jiang Yiran to get ready in the car. He removed his makeup with a tool, and when he arrived at the show, there were still 5 minutes before the opening, he changed his clothes in a hurry, and after he was done, he began to prepare for the stage.

After a whole day, Fang Zhiran ran three or four games, and had almost no time to care about other things. After the last game was over, Fang Zhiran didn't even want to say anything.Seeing his appearance, Jiang Yiran sneered and said: "It's not too bad now, it's not yet nine o'clock, work started at 11 o'clock this morning, and it's already a good day to finish work before nine o'clock."

"..." Fang Zhiran leaned against the back of the chair, too tired to say a word.

Jiang Yiran takes advantage of the red light