At ten o'clock in the morning, Xinhuang Media Company held a winter fashion show as scheduled in the company's performance hall. Corporate CEOs, design masters, leaders from various functional departments, and media workers gathered together.
Mo Ye came on time to participate. After he came on stage and briefly spoke a few words, Chu Tianyu, as the host, announced the start of the performance with a smile.
The models trained by Xinhuang Media Company are really impressive. They are gorgeous in appearance, graceful in figure, and all have excellent stage styles. Each group of models won warm applause from the audience when they appeared, and they even competed for photos of the lance sprinters.
Mo Ye was sitting in the VIP seat, surrounded by elites in the business world. Looking at such a successful fashion show, with so many beauties on and off the stage, Mo Ye should have a smile on his face, but
, he crossed his arms, his thick eyelashes slightly drooped, and was incompatible with a group of men whose eyes were bright and even flashed an obscene light from time to time. However, none of the beautiful women on the catwalk seemed to be able to attract him.
After the duo went down, a melodious light music sounded, and a group of slender female models wearing different styles of skirts came on the stage again. They were tall, sexy, graceful, walking in cat steps, with their hands on their thin waists, one after another.
Walking to the front stage following the music notes, I watched the models dancing gracefully on the stage slowly come and go, and the flashlights under the stage were shining one after another.
"Wow, the female models of Xinhuang Media are so beautiful." The men beside Mo Ye started to talk.
"Yeah, look at this figure, tsk tsk...it feels comfortable even if you pinch your waist."
"Beautiful, so beautiful. Hey, look, look at the last one." The person's voice was a bit loud, with a breath of surprise in his voice. "Where is this model from? She looks young and looks very pretty.
You’re not in your teens, are you?”
"Yeah, hey! This dress looks great on her."
"Quickly take a picture, she is so special."
…
While the people around him were talking, Chen Gang suddenly pulled Mor Ye's sleeve. Mor Ye turned to look at him, while Chen Gang smiled and smacked his lips towards the catwalk.
Mo Ye's eyes flickered, as if he felt something, he turned his head quickly and cast his sharp gaze on the last model.
Compared with other models, Ling Kexin can only be ranked last in height. She is seen wearing a waist-cinched turquoise pine skirt, with the ruffles on her chest twisting upwards, and she wears it from her bare white right shoulder.
Her skin was as white as cream. She wore a pair of boots more than ten centimeters high, exposed her slender neck, and wore a pink woolen hat. She walked toward the front desk with her hands on her hips.
Mo Ye was stunned. Didn't she say she couldn't come? Why did she come again?
This morning, Moer Ye asked Ling Kexin: "Have you thought about whether you want to participate in the fashion show?"
Ling Kexin struggled for a moment and shook her head: "I won't go. To be honest, I don't like the job of female model."
"You don't like money anymore?"
Hearing "money", Ling Kexin's eyes sparkled, and she approached Mo Ye and asked, "How much will you give me if I go to perform?"
Seeing how she looked like a money-loving slave, Moer Ye immediately glared and growled: "Don't even think about a penny!" Really, is she performing for me?
"Well, I won't go!"
She looked so determined, but she still came.
But why did she smile so unnaturally, with the corners of her lips twitching?
Ling Kexin had no experience participating in a fashion show for the first time, so how could she not be nervous? But in order to ensure that there were no mistakes, she tried not to look to both sides. She looked straight forward, taking cat steps step after step, using the steps taught by Teacher Xu.
She counted the numbers silently: "1, 2, 3..."
In Mo Ye's eyes, the little fairy is the most "funny" among the models. Everyone walks naturally, easily and enchantingly, but her walking posture is like an ugly duckling following behind the white model.
Behind the swan.
It is indeed special.
"Whoa, whoa..." Several dazzling white lights shot out. Ling Kexin's eyes flashed on the stage, and she subconsciously blocked them with her hands. This nervous expression suddenly made her not pay attention to her steps.
"Ah..." She just happened to reach the front desk. This was the time to pose, but luckily for her, her injured right ankle turned and she almost fell to the ground.
Mo Ye stood up suddenly. Ling Kexin's eyes flashed and she saw this man. She didn't know what kind of magic power he had. She actually stopped her feet, raised her hand to cover her eyes and turned around flexibly, making a cute gesture to the audience.
The movement... she flicked the short hair beside her ears with her fingers, gave a bright and charming smile, and when she turned around, she winked playfully, and her hand that slipped down seemed to be throwing a "blowing kiss". In a hurry, she suddenly realized
This series of actions was done neatly and neatly, as if it was specially arranged.
The originally tense scene immediately erupted into an uproar. Everyone stood up and cheered for her sweet smile and cute little moves.
"This is really a masterpiece." A female reporter said with a smile, "I have never seen such a show arranged in a fashion show. I thought she was going to fall."
"Haha, what a cute female model. She was actually about to fall, but she reacted quickly." A male reporter patted Ling Kexin's back twice more.
Mo Ye's heart hanging in his throat slowly slipped down, and he sat down again, with a hint of a faint smile sliding across the corners of his cold lips.
But when he found that the men around him were looking at Ling Kexin in a lewd way, he felt unhappiness again. Is it a good thing or a bad thing for her to show up like this?
If Mo Ye knew that a man wearing brown sunglasses was standing in a corner of the performance hall, staring at Ling Kexin intently, he would probably immediately jump on the stage and block Ling Kexin behind him.
This man was none other than Zhao Feilong. When he saw Ling Kexin's lovely smile, his eyes flashed as if he remembered something. It could be said that that smile had been imprinted in his mind for twelve years...
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Twelve years ago, on the beach, Zhao Feilong was lying next to a rock, breathing weakly with his eyes closed. His whole body was wet and his legs were bleeding.
A girl wearing a white princess dress and a white sun hat ran over barefoot. When she saw him, she was startled for a moment in fear, then slowly walked over and squatted down, looked at him and asked: "
Big brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Zhao Feilong opened her eyes weakly and saw a beautiful little face. The sun was blocked by her hat. Her face still looked red in the shadow. A pair of beautiful cut eyes flickered. At this time, she saw Zhao Feilong open his eyes.
His eyes and lips were dry, his breath was weak, and his face was full of sand. So he gently wiped his face with his little hands to wipe the sand off his face, then took the small kettle on his back and unscrewed the lid.
, feeding water into Zhao Feilong’s mouth.
After Zhao Feilong drank some water, he gained some strength and smiled at the girl. The girl also laughed happily, "You're not going to die, are you? Big brother."
Zhao Feilong blinked, nodded, and said softly: "No, thank you, little sister."
"Why are you lying here?"
"I'm...injured, can you help me?"
"Yes." She responded without hesitation.
"Call the adults."
After hearing this, the girl immediately stood up and ran two steps. She suddenly turned back, covered Zhao Feilong's forehead with the sun hat on her head, and smiled, "Brother, don't be afraid, I will let the adults come."
Save you."
After a while, a man ran over. He saw that Zhao Feilong was injured and in a coma again, so he immediately carried him to the seaside infirmary...
Twelve years have passed. The girl should be as old as Ling Kexin, right? Zhao Feilong was transferred from the infirmary to the local hospital. When he was discharged from the hospital, the father and daughter could no longer be found. The only clue was that he was still alive.
The little sun hat I treasure.
What a resemblance! Today I saw Ling Kexin with short hair, wearing a hat and smiling at the audience. Zhao Feilong almost believed that that girl was Ling Kexin.
Although they appeared in Haizhou City at that time, and Ling Kexin lived in Jiangbin, is it possible that they went there for vacation? Zhao Feilong really regretted not asking her name at that time.
The girl has undergone eighteen changes, and the child's appearance will become unrecognizable to him, and that man should be her father, because Zhao Feilong vaguely heard the girl call "Dad" while he was in a daze.
At that time, when the doctor took Zhao Feilong and let him lie on the emergency bed, he opened his eyes slightly. The man's face was blurry. Looking back now, he only remembered that there was a red mole on the man's chin...
"Mr. Mo! Congratulations..." The fashion show was so successful that many bosses expressed their congratulations to Mo Ye.
Mo Ye smiled and asked everyone to go to the Huayao Hotel for a dinner in the evening. Zhao Feilong looked at the tall and handsome man, smiled lightly, and walked towards Mo Ye under the protection of several bodyguards.
Mo Ye was slightly startled when he saw Zhao Feilong. He didn't seem to have invited him, right?
"Mr. Mo, hello!" Zhao Feilong reached out and took off the sunglasses on his nose.
Moerye did not lose his grace and gracefully stretched out his hand to hold his with a smile on his face, "Why didn't Mr. Zhao inform you in advance when he came to Jiangbin? I can also take care of you."
"Thank you. Mr. Mo, you are a very busy man. How dare you interrupt me? I came to your company to watch the fashion show today without Mr. Mo's invitation. I am really shocked. Mr. Mo's career is really booming!"
"Thank you for the award. If Mr. Zhao doesn't mind it, we will attend the celebration dinner together tonight."
"Okay, Zhao, I'm respectful, so why don't you obey your orders?"
Both of them were very polite. People nearby looked at the presidents of the two major groups shaking hands and talking happily, and they all thought that they were secretly cooperating. Now, Moer Ye is the richest man in Jiangbin. In China, his power has completely surpassed that of Zhao Feilong.
The United States is also very powerful, but Zhao Feilong is very powerful abroad. Although he has immigrated abroad, there are recent rumors that his power is penetrating into the country, and he has branches in many cities.
This time when he came to the seaside, he also came to develop real estate business. He is currently investigating. If possible, he will compete with Morye for the development of a large wetland in the southern district next year.
Bai Leshan was naturally happy to see Zhao Feilong come to watch her performance. After changing her clothes, she ran into the hall and saw Zhao Feilong and Mo Ye talking with smiles. She was stunned for a moment.