The fashion show is in an open venue near the seaside, with the spotlights on the open starry sky as the background, the sea water rolls up waves and transparent stones in the glass-like shape, and the arrangement is exquisite and free and easy.

Smith took Qu Xitang to the backstage and introduced several famous designers to her.

The model has changed her clothes and is adjusting the details. Her straight, slender and well-proportioned legs are looming under the dress.

Some clothes need to be matched with nearly 30 kilograms of floor-back decorations. The makeup artist and the designer are busy making a ball, but they simply shook hands with Qu Xitang.

The noise in the background made Qu Xitang a little dazed. He was surprised by the clever design of each design. He followed Smith and nodded repeatedly and was amazed in his heart.

"That...is?"

The backend is mainly divided into two parts, one is the place where designers and models use work and vacation, and one is the meeting room where the organizer discusses cooperation with investors.

Before the fashion show is completely borrowed, because there is no guarantee that there will be any emergencies, there will be handover personnel to supervise and continue to study contract loopholes.

There is only a soundproof transparent glass wall between the two sites.

Qu Xitang accidentally saw the assistant beside Wang Jue. He was surprised and pulled Smith and asked, "Will King Jue come to visit the fashion show?"

"Of course not, how could the royal family come in person?" Smith's mouth curled up and seemed to be smiling at Xitang's innocence, explaining:

"This fashion week was jointly organized by Q and N countries, and it can better prove to the international community that the close and friendly relations between the two countries."

Smith said this, paused, shrugged helplessly, and pointed to the middle-aged woman who was fighting with the designer not far away.

"Look, I'm dissatisfied because the designer's works did not reflect the culture of N countries. Their works have been modified no less than ten times."

Qu Xitang glanced at the designer's work.

The European palace design long skirt, layered lace and ruffles, and a large gem on the waist, looks extremely luxurious, but it is too traditional and lacks novelty, so it is not a surprise that people are dissatisfied with it.

Qu Xitang thought of Anna and took out her cell phone to take a photo for her to show her.

The girl must have asked herself curiously, and she was always particularly excited about the activities of her country.

As soon as she pressed the shooting button, a familiar figure flashed past the camera on her phone and strode towards the fast track.

That person is!!!

Qu Xitang's heart sank, and her eyes and eyebrows climbed up with excitement and surprise. How could she appear here?

"Smith, I'll go to the bathroom!" The photos were too late to send them out. In order to prove that he was not dazzled by the mistake, Qu Xitang ran towards the emergency passage.

The sensing light above the head lights up, the green pointed head on the wall was eye-catching, and a straight road was gone, and there was no one there.

No one?

A hint of hesitation flashed across Qu Xitang's face, and he immediately felt relieved. He frowned and turned around and was about to leave. The phone in his backpack vibrated. It was particularly abrupt in the quiet environment. The caller ID turned out to be Qi Mohan?

Will he actually call himself?

Qu Xitang took a look at the messy environment outside, walked into the emergency passage before answering the phone. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his voice couldn't help but soften.

"Hey? Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"Prevent, the medicine I prescribed is too bitter. I want to ask if you can improve it."

Qi Mohan didn't expect Qu Xitang to answer the phone so quickly. He looked at half of the documents processed at the desk, covered the panic and longing in his eyes, and found a bad excuse.

He almost blurted out, and today he met someone who looked very much like her in the restaurant. The words "missing" were like waves churning in his heart.

"Too bitter?" Qu Xitang was stunned for a moment, then let out a chuckle.

As the president of the Qi Group, Yumiao Shura is afraid of the bitterness of drinking medicine?!

"Why are you laughing?" Qi Mohan regretted after saying that, his voice was low and depressed.

"There's no way, let Qiu Song buy some sweet and sour candies, and take one after taking the medicine?"

Qu Xitang covered her mouth but couldn't stop her eyes, which were crescent-shaped. Her tone was light, and the trace of boredom just now disappeared without a trace.

Isn’t this the way she usually coaxes Xixi to take medicine?

It actually came to me.

Qi Mohan's lips raised slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a man's shout from the other end of the phone, with a stuttering in the not-so-smooth Chinese language, "Ms. Qu, why are you here? There is still some time before the opening, and I may need your help."

"Where are you now?" The conversation was interrupted, and Qi Mohan felt a little unhappy.

"I'll come over right away."

Qu Xitang turned around and saw Smith's figure and wanted to follow him immediately. He was worried that the phone had not hung up. He turned around in a panic and lowered his voice and whispered to Qi Mohan: "Dear, I'll tell you after I finish my work later, be good, wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and followed Smith to help.

Honey?

Qi Mohan paused with his phone, and a touch of sunflower climbed up to the tip of his ears, and the smile on his lips became deeper.

I usually heard her call Yaoyao Anna so intimately called her, but she thought she was childish at that time.

Now that I feel it's pretty good.

Qi Mohan raised his hand to cover his heart. A ray of light was reflected on his wrist. The needle watch rhythmically cooperated with the heartbeat.

"Boss, VIP ticket, do you want..."

Qiu Song pushed the door and walked in. When he saw Qi Mohan's red face, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly blinked his eyes and moved away his eyes, sighing in his heart.

The sky, the sun came out from the west, and his president would even blush.

Qiu Song thought he only had a cold face!

“Fashion show?”

"It was Mr. Smith's invitation letter. I should have known that you were on a business trip to Q Country and sent it specially. If you don't want to go, I can turn it off."

Qi Mohan has always disliked lively occasions, not to mention that there are such a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and there are even more paparazzi at the deathly fast fashion week.

If it weren't for Smith's sake, he wouldn't have sent the invitation to Qi Mohao.

Qi Mohan returned to his usual expressionless expression, remembering the stuttering and familiar tone on the phone and the gentle name, with a smile in his eyes.

His eyes swept over the phone on the desktop and whispered: "Push off the meeting at night and prepare for the fashion week."

"kindness?"

Qiu Song thought he had heard it wrong, so he refused to meet him in the evening to attend fashion week?

He couldn't understand Qi Mohan's thoughts and looked weird. Is he planning to make new plans for Qi's fashion?

Qi Mohan raised his head, and the cold breath immediately wrapped Qiu Song.

He knew that his slowness made the man dissatisfied, so he nodded and retreated.

"Don't worry, I'll make arrangements right away."

But I sighed in my heart that the strange things today are really one after another.
Chapter completed!