He Weihong only said on a whim that Zhuang Lili would come back to watch his competition. He Weihong did not expect that Zhuang Lili would actually come back to China to watch his performance.
However, if Zhuang Lili can come, he can detox her.
The two have been together since middle school. At that time, both parties were relatively ignorant, so they never thought about it. After high school, Zhuang Lili went to the United States.
He Weihong never had the chance to meet Zhuang Lili again, and because of He Weihong's embarrassment, he couldn't even get a visa to go abroad in those years.
Thinking of answering the phone, he invited Zhuang Lili to the hotel after the game, and He Weihong also picked up the phone.
"He Weihong, you can't answer the phone now."
The person who spoke was none other than a broker assigned by American Airlines, He Weihong.
Looking at his agent, He Weihong also smiled slightly. "Okay, I won't answer the call. You can save the phone for me. I will come back to pick up the phone after the competition."
"OK."
The agent was serious and harsh and immediately hung up Zhuang Lili's call.
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After a while, He Weihong walked towards the performance hall. After passing through the backstage, He Weihong saw a gorgeous light on the stage.
Suddenly, he felt that he was just like other models when he walked out like this, with nothing new. He Weihong also thought about whether he could use lights to make himself the sole focus of the audience.
He signaled to the lighting master, and He Weihong also asked for a chasing beam of light. The beam of light suddenly moved to the entrance, and He Weihong also stepped out. He waved his hands towards the audience, and then started swinging gracefully.
He Weihong is currently wearing a casual vest and a leather jacket. The denim trousers are tight against He Weihong's legs, which clearly reflects He Weihong's figure.
Looking around arrogantly, with his arms vibrating in the air, He Weihong instantly reached a state of excitement for a performance.
Applause rang out the next second, but He Weihong knew that this was just the beginning.
The waistcoat on his body was whistling from side to side. When he walked to the center of the stage, He Weihong also stepped back. While bowing to the audience, the waistcoat flew in front of He Weihong.
He grabbed the vest sharply and lifted it into the void. The next second, He Weihong took a flying step and threw the vest directly towards the judges' seat.
And perhaps because he had already calculated it, the direction in which He Weihong's vest landed was pointed directly at Maria Ozawa.
At this time, He Weihong just smiled slightly at Liu Dong in the audience, and Liu Dong also gave He Weihong a thumbs up.
He motioned to He Weihong to go to the judges area to get his vest, and He Weihong naturally knew Liu Dong's intention.
Walking to Maria Ozawa's side in a gentlemanly manner, He Weihong took the vest handed over by Maria Ozawa, and at the same time took the opportunity to grab Maria Ozawa's slender hand.
"Miss Ozawa, please walk this catwalk with me. I believe that if you walk with me, the stage will be more beautiful. I will also have greater passion and enthusiasm to use my energy."
He Weihong just bent over, and Maria Ozawa was immediately touched by He Weihong's gentlemanly style.
"Oh well."
Originally, Maria Ozawa's red robe was just to dress herself up, and dressing herself up was for everyone to appreciate. He Weihong's invitation was successful. Maria Ozawa and He Weihong also continued to walk on the stage together.
"Okay, great."
"Miss Ozawa is so sexy."
Under the stage, the fluorescent lights kept flashing, and the partnership between He Weihong and Maria Ozawa immediately made He Weihong's popularity soar.
What's more, many people in the audience who are not familiar with He Weihong also gave He Weihong extra points through Maria Ozawa.
At the judges' table, everyone nodded frequently.
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"This grandson actually used this trick against my brother?"
Mingliang was sitting in the audience. When he saw He Weihong and Maria Ozawa performing together, he couldn't stand it either.
"Yes, I think your brother is in trouble. Maria Ozawa is a judge herself. This grandson has obviously bribed Ozawa. Otherwise, how could they do this?"
"Ahem, by the way, when will your brother come on stage?"
"almost."
Bright's heart was a little irritable for a while, and he was not sure whether Maria Ozawa had been bribed as the boss surnamed Huang said.
After dialing the phone to tell Zhai Xiaowen the current situation, Zhai Xiaowen also came to the performance hall from outside the venue. After getting ready, he waited for Zhen Minglang to come out. Then in an instant, the brothers ignited the enthusiasm of the whole audience and overwhelmed the morale.
He Weihong.
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The competition is getting better and better, and the enthusiasm in the performance hall is more moderate than at the beginning. The world built by the models is completely a sea of gorgeous clothes. On the catwalk, one by one, the models continue to express their own feelings. But there is no doubt that every
No model's performance can surpass He Weihong's performance.
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Gu Xueer and Jia Meili were also in the audience at this time. After seeing He Weihong's performance, they were also a little nervous.
Paying attention to every man on the field, when new players came up, the two of them also had small expectations in their hearts. They were looking forward to Zhen Minglang beating He Weihong, but at the same time they were nervous whether Zhen Minglang could not break He Weihong's results.
"It's Zhen Minglang!" Gu Xueer couldn't help but raise her finger, because a man appeared at the entrance, and the man's figure absolutely matched Zhen Minglang.
He pointed at a man at the entrance and shouted, and everyone followed Gu Xueer's gaze, but only saw his back.
Backstage performance?
Zhen Minglang walked out of the entrance with her back to the audience, and her dance steps seemed to be dancing again in a coquettish way.
"It's Zhen Minglang, this guy is so handsome."
When Mingliang saw Zhen Mingliang's classic move of pointing his finger in the air, he knew that only Zhen Mingliang could perform this move to its full potential.
"Yes, it's an absolutely classic way to appear. It's much better than the one with a beautiful woman."
Zhai Xiaowen also shouted at the top of his lungs, and when he heard the voices of Mingliang and Zhai Xiaowen, the whole audience suddenly cheered.
Although everyone did not see Zhen Minglang's face, everyone believed that the person performing this performance was Zhen Minglang.
Zhen Minglang turned his back to everyone. In fact, Zhen Minglang not only wanted to have a different way of appearing, but more importantly, Zhen Minglang wanted to gather the aura in his eyes, and then emit the light at the moment he looked back. Then capture it instantly.
Go into people's hearts. Then perform it affectionately while capturing people's hearts. In that case, there will definitely be a very legendary classic performance.
Concentrate his mind to control the flow of spiritual energy. When the light shines in his eyes, Zhen Minglang is ready to look back in the next second.
hair…
The moment he turned around, Zhen Minglang's eyes emitted a sharp light green light. The light immediately weaved a web in the air, and then extended to the audience seat with Zhen Minglang's control.
Swish.
Under that stern silhouette, the audience was not only frightened by Zhen Minglang's handsome appearance, but also couldn't escape Zhen Minglang's gaze.
For a moment, a powerful telepathy occurred in the hearts of the female fans, and the female fans in the audience screamed with enthusiasm and encouragement.
At this time, the light from fluorescent lights and lenses began to stretch towards the stage, and Zhen Minglang, wearing a pair of gold cropped pants, approached from the entrance of the staircase and immediately entered everyone's field of vision.
His hair flows gently with his steady steps, and his eyes look majestic. But they hide an extremely cold smile. There is an emotion flowing out of his eyes, and that emotion can draw away his heart in an instant.
As for Zhen Minglang's body, her toned muscles are not as astonishingly developed as those of a bodybuilding coach, with a hint of beige in her chestnut color. Her arms and legs don't look thick, but they project a fierce strength and energy.
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Zhen Minglang walked handsomely and informally, but his model steps on the stairs were not as formal as before. The perseverance in his eyes was more like a soldier marching, stopping towards the sea of people.
As soon as he looked at it, the sight rushed out of his pupils. Zhen Minglang was looking for that admiring gaze, and indeed, the feedback of this light green light gave him a satisfactory answer.
Smiling lazily, Zhen Minglang repeated his old trick. At this moment, he only had a thin dark T-shirt, he lifted up the clothes, swirled in the air, and the clothes flew away like a wild goose.
Zhen Minglang glides, and suddenly looks like a poet, gazing affectionately ahead. While holding it in his hands, the clothes fall gently. Zhen Minglang turns around, and for a moment, he is charmingly looking at the women on both sides of the stairs.
The judges sent those ambiguous gazes,
Raising her arms, Zhen Mingliang was extremely arrogant.
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"This is the real dress-making."
Zhen Minglang is Chi Guoguo's provocation to He Weihong, and in all the performances just now, Zhen Minglang completely surpassed He Weihong's performance.
"Handsome, so damn handsome. I have seen male models before, but I have never seen such a chic and unrestrained male model. This one is the champion."
One of the men in the audience yelled out loud,
Zhai Xiaowen followed closely, rushed to the front row, jumped over a few people, and called out in pretense of worship, "It's so beautiful, brother, can you come down and sign your name first?"
But in fact, there was no need for such a performance. The young girls in the audience had already crowded the front desk. Zhai Xiaowen squeezed in and found that they were all female fans waving pieces of paper, asking for Zhen Minglang's autograph.
"His muscles are so good...ah...I can't survive...Zhen Minglang, please give me artificial respiration..."
"How about I do it?" Zhai Xiaowen saw the beauty next to him moaning, and when he grabbed her fat buttocks, he said,
"Go to hell." The girl glared at Zhai Xiaowen, no longer pretending to moan, but continued to worship Zhen Minglang.
For a moment, the situation suddenly became a little chaotic. Coupled with the previous arrangement of someone unknown, and the feedback from Zhen Minglang's eyes, a quarter of the people in the audience stood up at once, pointing to Zhen Minglang and saying the championship.
Liu Dong, who was paying attention to Zhen Minglang's performance in the audience, was very displeased at this moment. If the performance was based on the standard just now, Zhen Minglang would naturally be slightly better, and he would never let Zhen Minglang win the championship.
Yes, Zhen Minglang did not participate in the competition within the stipulated time, so he is not eligible to win the championship...)
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