World's Most Fascinating Villain

Lu Heng was not outstanding in this show. Although the steps were outstanding as usual, they seemed to be performing at a normal level. So after the show, two or three fashion bloggers raised doubts in their blog posts. After the silence of time, it has lost its luster.

In addition to the design that deviates from the spirit of the brand, Dior's show cannot be said to have no "bright spots", although this may not be a good word.

Those who can enter the show are not all people of high moral character, but most of them are sensationalists. If someone pays attention to some fashion-related accounts, they will find that some of them are the best at hype, and they all put the photos of the same person on the the most conspicuous position.

It is Stacy Foster.

Originally, as the top of the commercial models, she walked on the HF show, which was enough to attract attention, let alone a blue blood like Dior.

This day, Lu Heng only had one show, so she could take a good rest after taking off her makeup. She swiped through her ins that she hadn’t used for a long time, and looked at several photos of Stacy from different angles. What a high-definition show, but more like the cover of Playboy magazine.

"Miss Foster...it doesn't really suit this dress..." Susan also saw it, and said with a somewhat speechless expression, but after all, she was not completely spoiled by Lu Heng, and she couldn't say the harsh words written by those bloggers. "If she had worn those ladies' suits, there would be no such thing."

"That's not suitable for her. She definitely looks bloated in the camera." Lu Heng raised his eyebrows: "But I think she should be very happy, and the attention will immediately increase."

I just don't know how the brand feels when it sees the focus of the show, from the design to the model's figure.

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Stacy wasn't happy at all, staring at the blown-up photo of her boobs on her phone with the self-righteous one-liners written all over it.

"Dior: Give you what Victoria's Secret doesn't have"

The assistants next to her tremblingly dare not look at her. They have been with Stacy for a long time, and they have long known that this supermodel is by no means as sweet and pleasant as he shows.

Stacy was so angry that her liver hurt, but she couldn't express it in the slightest. Since no one came to ask her, she had to act generous and decent, or she would let those clowns get their way.She couldn't think of it, the others were a vacuum, why would she be made fun of when she came here.

Doesn't she want to go HF?When she arrived in New York at the beginning of the year, she submitted countless resumes. All she wanted was to be on such a high-end fashion week. However, all her attempts came to nothing. Some interviewers even spoke bluntly in front of her, saying that she has a romantic temperament, Can't afford those high-end ready-to-wear and customization.

Later, she gritted her teeth and worked it out, sought after by thousands of people, and became famous. Now who dares to say that she is famous, but only praises her for being beautiful, but today, she seems to have been hit in the head suddenly, and she is forced to realize that she Really can't afford advanced customization.

So far, I can only comfort myself, which can be regarded as a disguised form of attention. Stacy threw the phone aside distractedly, and before she was clean for a moment, she heard one of her assistants cautiously say: "Miss Foster, your fans seem to be torn apart from the brand."

"what?!"

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"What?!" Lu Heng looked at Susan in surprise, "She actually has so many fans?!"

Susan expected that the answer would not make Lu Heng very happy, so she answered carefully: "Well, there are quite a few, but Ms. Foster often posts some photos and interacts with fans..." Unlike you, since the last time you applied for an account Never bubbled again.

Lu Heng originally thought that he had enough fans, but when he saw Stacy's, it was many times as many as his own. She was suddenly aroused to be competitive, and turned to Susan and asked, "Is there any way to increase the number of fans?"

Susan was taken aback, fearing that the ancestor would have something wrong, she quickly persuaded: "Forget it, boss, what's the use of raising those younger fans? Will you tear it up with the brand for you?"

After hearing this, Lu Heng was immediately persuaded. She glanced at Dior's official account on her mobile phone. The comment area was really full of blood and blood. Stacy's fans were all carrying out self-righteous crusades. She wrote She curled her lips and couldn't figure it out: "What are they thinking? Models, offended the brand, can they have a good fruit to eat? If this issue becomes big again, let alone Dior, Foster may not be able to touch other brands in the future. A corner of the luxury brand, these fans really feel sorry for the right place."

Susan nodded in agreement, but she was still a little confused: "But on such a large scale, I don't think it was a spontaneous act. I feel that someone should lead the way behind it."

"What should be?" Lu Heng didn't stop thinking while watching the excitement, and it was very possible that the person who contributed to the flames was Ann who was still in New York.

She tapped her chin and said secretly, "I have to call Ann."

As she dialed, Susan opened her mouth in surprise, "You mean this is..."

"Hush—" The call was quickly connected, and Lu Heng raised his mouth to signal Susan to shut up.

"Heng, how do you feel today?" Aneta's voice was as usual, and the first sentence was to ask Lu Heng how he felt when he returned to the catwalk.

As if nothing was done.

However, Lu Heng could hear a trace of ease in her voice. The previous guess had already been confirmed by eight points. At this time, Susan had already left the apartment tactfully. Lu Heng also changed his tone, and unconsciously acted a little coquettishly: " It’s alright, well-behaved, the show director didn’t even let the cross steps go, they all unified into one word step, I almost walked around halfway.”

"Really? I saw the photo, and your black dress suits you very well." Aneta never hesitated to praise.

Lu Heng propped his head up and looked at a spot on the wall, and said jokingly: "I'm just afraid that some people won't be happy in their hearts. It's amazing, Ann. Once you make a move, you will be impressed."

Aneta listened to her praise without knowing it, and without hiding it from her, she said frankly, "You know everything?"

"You guessed it." Lu Heng replied, "I also guessed that Stacy bought those few articles that bad-mouthed me. In fact, why should she bother, insults and contempt are both counted as traffic, compared to being unknown. There may be someone who is more attracted to the former, if not for her, no one will mention me in this show."

"How come, my eyes are all on you." Aneta saw that her mind was relaxed, and the worries she had seen when she saw those blog posts were gone. She smiled in relief. Also, she still doesn't know how transparent her lover is. ?

"Have you eaten?" Lu Heng felt that there was nothing to talk about about Stacy, so he turned his head to calculate the time difference, and asked casually when it was almost past meal time.

Aneta was caught off guard by her question, and was stunned for a while.

Lu Heng narrowed his eyes on the other side, showing a dangerous expression: "You don't eat on time!"

Even though the two were not facing each other, Aneta touched her nose awkwardly and said, "You're taking care of me..."

Beep—wrong answer.

Lu Heng raised his eyebrows coldly, and replied coquettishly: "What? I can't care about you?!"

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That incident ended when Stacy issued a statement. She could not care about those fashion accounts, but she had to appease the brand's emotions. However, her public relations team was really good, and the wording in the statement was decent. At first glance, all mistakes were made. It was attributed to herself, but after a closer look, she could find that she actually seemed aggrieved.

Lu Heng looked at the statement that was so light and heavy, and she wanted to roll her eyes to the sky. She now understands why Stacy has so many fans. It's no wonder that such a "perfect and considerate" person.

She doesn't have much interest in killing time, her only hobby is sleep, so she always goes to bed early, but after being with Aneta, she took her to read a book before going to bed, but it's not like Ann is used to Kindle, Lu Heng prefers the texture of paper books.

That night, she had just finished watching the excitement, and when she was about to pick up the book she picked up on the road, Aneta's message came by coincidence.

-"have you slept?"

- "I'm asleep~"

—"Don't stay up too late, go to bed early, isn't it Gaultier's opening show early tomorrow morning, get a good rest."

— "Okay, I know Miss Sadel."

- "Then, good night, Miss Lu."

-"Good night."

After sending text messages back and forth, Lu Heng glanced at the book at hand, and simply sent it back to the bedside table. She turned off the bedside lamp she kept, and obediently walked in the dark. I closed my eyes.

I will have a good dream, as long as there is you in the dream.

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Early the next morning, before it was bright in Paris, Lu Heng left the door with a sleep-deprived face. Susan looked at her face, which was almost a disastrous defeat, and was extremely worried: "Boss, how are you? Why is it so bad, is there any problem?"

Lu Heng waved his hand weakly: "It's okay, I'm just a little reluctant." Also, she didn't dream of Ann last night, it was full of ghosts and ghosts, which made her exhausted when she woke up.

"I just hope that I don't meet anyone who doesn't have eyes this time..." She muttered, this is really her only hope now.

But the sky always failed. When Lu Heng saw the woman who walked into the backstage with her usual expression, she was almost numb.

Ms. Stacy Foster, may I ask if you belong to the spirit behind?

tbc.