Just now, Song Xiyu and Lin Yuan re-modified the skirt backstage, almost overturning the previous design and making a new one.
Due to time constraints, there were some problems with the waist sewing, so Song Xiyu changed the tassel strips cut off from the skirt into a belt and tied it around her waist. However, it was this inadvertent move that added sophistication to this skirt.
Some flavor.
"Holy shit!"
Among the crowd, someone didn't know who uttered a curse word first, followed by exclamations one after another.
"It's so beautiful! That skirt on Lin Yuan is so beautiful, which company is it from?"
"This dress fits Lin Yuan so well. It has an invisible sense of mystery. This is not the Little Mermaid of the Deep Sea. This is clearly the Overlord of the Sea!"
"Co-star Lin Yuan is holding back her big move for not appearing for a long time. This dress is beautiful, but I don't know who it is from. It shouldn't be high-end luxury. It feels like a private custom..."
The media were first in awe of Lin Yuan's beauty. They picked up the machine in their hands and kept taking pictures, for fear of missing another moment of Lin Yuan becoming a god.
Many fashion editors couldn't hold it anymore and asked others about who this female artist was. Even many investors and brand representatives showed their approval and recognition.
Where she is, she is the center of attention.
As soon as this look came out tonight, Lin Yuan will definitely dominate the headlines.
This beauty is almost explosive. It is unique in the entertainment industry. This face absolutely suppresses this outfit.
Lin Yuan's wildness and aloofness have tamed it, so it fits perfectly when worn on her body.
Xu Hui had disbelief written all over his face at this time, "It's impossible. I obviously asked someone to destroy her dress. Where did this come from..."
Lin Xuan sat under the stage, looking in the direction of Lin Yuan. Her face was calm and calm. Only she knew in her heart that her back molars were almost broken.
Li Yan looked at Shen Zhi next to her with clear admiration in her eyes. She calmly looked away and sat in the audience silently clapping her hands.
Song Xiyu had returned to his seat at some point. He looked at Lin Yuan, who was shining brightly on the stage, with undisguised admiration.
Back then, Lin Yuan stood in front of him and told him that she wanted to stand at the highest peak and attract much attention.
Now it seems that she is very close to her dream.
Lin Yuan walked onto the stage with everyone's eyes on her, picked up the signature pen handed over by the hostess, and signed her name on the signature wall.
The female host came over and handed the microphone to Lin Yuan: "Teacher Lin, long time no see."
Lin Yuan smiled politely: "Teachers, it's been a long time since we last met."
"Teacher Lin, do you have any plans next, or do you have anything to say to your fans?"
Lin Yuan thought for a while: "I am currently filming a new drama. I will take a break after the filming. I don't have any plans. Just take it one step at a time. As for my fans, don't leave until the end. I will treat you to hot pot!"
As the last sentence fell, fans outside the stadium burst into screams and exclamations.
"Sister Yuan, we love you!"
"Sister, remember to order the hot pot like a mandarin duck!"
"Sister Yuan works part-time to earn money and hires us!"
Lin Yuan put a finger to her lips to make a "shush" sound, and the fans outside the stadium instantly seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and fell silent.
The male host was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lin Yuan's fans to be so obedient.
Host: "Teacher Lin is so beautifully dressed today. It really makes our eyes shine."
Lin Yuan was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting for so long. There was a little accident with the dress backstage just now, so it was delayed for some time..."
Now everyone finally understood where Lin Yuan had been. It turned out that someone had tampered with the dress.
There is no precedent before, so although everyone is surprised, it is not surprising.
But who tampered with Lin Yuan's dress is worth pondering.
[Although it is a pity that the dress was destroyed, Lin Yuan can't change the dress designed by others without authorization, right? Isn't this ruining someone else's hard work? 】
[I think so too. What is the difference between her doing this and the person who ruined the dress? 】
[What kind of monsters are there upstairs? The brand didn’t say anything, but you guys started to give pointers first.]
[From another angle, Lin Yuan might not be able to borrow a high-end dress at all. This is just an ordinary dress, so she boldly changed it. 】
Let it laugh at him, Lin Yuan walked off the stage and sat on the sofa, leaning his head and taking a nap.
Lin Xuan sat next to Lin Yuan, and the table diagonally behind her was Shen Zhi, Li Yan, Qu Fengming and others, and the table next to her was Song Xiyu and others.
"Sister, it's been a long time. My parents asked you to come back home when you have free time recently so that we can have a meal together." Lin Xuan lowered her voice and spoke in a thoughtful manner.
"No, I have no interest in the Hongmen Banquet." Lin Yuan said lazily.
The thoughts of the Lin family are almost written on their faces. If she still eagerly goes back, it will be her fault.
"Sister, how can you say that? We are a family." Although Lin Xuan said this, her face was indifferent.
Lin Yuan's disdain was not concealed at all: "You are a family, I am not."
Lin Xuan smiled brightly: "It must have been difficult for you outside these years."
"Yeah, it's not easy. I still owe tens of millions. Are you going to pay it back for me?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked over, "You are really my good sister. You can pay the money directly when the time comes." Just punch in my card, your parents will know."
Lin Xuan was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer the conversation, so she could only change the subject: "Sister, you probably don't know that dad gave me 10% of the company's shares."
Lin Yuan frowned: "Then you should be very rich, how can you deduct tens of millions?"
"sister--"
"If you don't have money, just shut up."
Just as Lin Xuan was about to speak, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Lin Yuan, and Lin Xuan had to swallow back her boastful words.
"It's official, it's work time now, we'll talk about it later." After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he stopped talking to Lin Xuan.
She thought the words she said could hurt herself?
Then she is too naive. As a person who lives a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, she has long given up hope in these illusory things.
The only thing that can impress her now is money.
Only with a steady stream of money can she have a sense of belonging and security.
Before the award ceremony started, Lin Yuan took out her cell phone during the break and secretly sent a message to Pei Yi.
[Boss Pei, where are you now?]
She remembered that Pei Yi said last time that YL was also one of the organizers this time and she didn't know if this guy would come.
As a result, not long after sending the message, Pei Yi responded instantly.
[Backstage, lounge on the third floor.]
Lin Yuan stared at the news for a long time, so Pei Yi is already here?
While her mind was wandering, Pei Yi sent another message.
【301, come here.】
Lin Yuan watched for a while, then suddenly smiled stupidly, picked up her phone and walked backstage.
She just suddenly wanted to see him, otherwise Lin Yuan felt like she would be suffocated to death.
In the backstage lounge, a man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door, looking outside.
From this perspective, you can just see the flow of people coming and going in the infield.