After closing his eyes and concentrating for a while, Ding Fan got up and rushed to the venue. The fashion show in the afternoon featured the world's top supermodels. He couldn't miss this exciting moment.
The venue has been greatly changed. The stage has been transformed into a T stage, with many seats placed around it. Viewers can watch the fashion show from an upward perspective.
Well, this angle is so beautiful and all men like it!
Feng Mingchuan was very loyal. In the first row on the left side of the T stage, there was a seat with Ding Fan's name written on it. Next to it was Bai Yifei. At this moment, Bai Yifei had already sat down and took out a high-end digital camera.
Taking photos is essential. The fashion styles displayed this time are all the fashion styles that are currently popular or will be popular soon. If you take them back and hand them over to the fashion design department, you may be able to raise the fashion level of Fuyao Group to a higher level.
Ding Fan came to sit next to Bai Yifei, said hello with a smile, and took out his mobile phone, ready to take pictures.
At this time, Ding Fan saw Fu Dongyang sitting in the third row diagonally opposite, with a piece of gauze on his forehead, stretching his neck, anxiously waiting for the performance to start.
I admire you!
Even if he is injured, he will never give up the opportunity to see beautiful women. Fu Dongyang's lustful level is so high that Ding Fan can't match it.
Lan Shan also came, still wearing a mask, looking down at her phone. Occasionally, she met Ding Fan's eyes, and then quickly looked away. It wasn't because she felt guilty, but because she really didn't want to see this man.
As the music sounded, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, but the T stage became extremely bright!
Behind the screen, models could be seen looming, and the models were ready. After a moment, a black beauty wearing a printed dress came out with her head held high and her chest high, walking on the catwalk.
The audience immediately burst into applause. After Bai Yifei took the photo, she introduced in a low voice: "This is supermodel Jones. She entered the fashion industry at the age of thirteen and became a world famous model in just five years."
"She is only eighteen years old?" Ding Fan asked.
"In the model industry, people will be eliminated as they get older. They also suffer a lot in maintaining their body shape." Bai Yifei said.
"She is quite thin, but she wears too many clothes." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"You men, what are you thinking about all day long?" Bai Yifei said angrily.
"I miss a woman!"
"Bah, shameless!" Bai Yifei lightly hit Ding Fan.
Fu Dongyang, who didn't have much interest in black beauties, happened to see Bai Yifei and Ding Fan's ambiguous little moves, and suddenly an unknown anger arose. His liver couldn't help but ache, and he secretly cursed in his heart, Ding Fan, this little brat, must find an opportunity to kill him.
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Black Beauty Jones pinched her waist and struck a pose, turned around gracefully, and walked back from the other side of the T stage.
Ding Fan smiled evilly and blew a kiss. To his surprise, Jones blew a kiss back to Ding Fan. The corners of his mouth raised and his smile blossomed, revealing his unusually white teeth.
Next, supermodels of various skin colors appeared one after another. On the T stage, there were clouds of beauties, flowers and flowers in all colors, which was dazzling.
Bai Yifei kept taking pictures in excitement, forgetting everything around her. The design level of these costumes was very high, and each piece was a good material and could be used as a reference for design.
Ding Fan was holding his cell phone, but he didn't take any photos. Why? What's the point of taking pictures of models wearing so many clothes? He's not a fashion designer.
It's very rare that at this moment, Lan Shan is also watching the catwalk attentively. She often takes out her mobile phone to take a few photos, as if she likes this type of clothing very much.
Twenty minutes later, the first performance ended, and everyone enjoyed a visual feast. Thunderous applause sounded and lasted for a long time.
After five minutes of silence, the second fashion show began. The models who appeared this time were all wearing short skirts. Ding Fan was immediately happy and hurriedly took pictures with his mobile phone.
Suddenly, someone snatched the phone away from her, and it was Bai Yifei beside her.
Looking through the photos taken by Ding Fan, Bai Yifei said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, why are all the photos you took photos of thighs?"
"It's a matter of angle. If you go higher up, you'll capture things you shouldn't capture." Ding Fan explained with a smile.
"Clothes make people more beautiful."
She is most beautiful without clothes. Ding Fan couldn't help but explain in a pretentious manner: "Sister Feifei, actually, I am studying the relationship between leg shape and destiny."
"Isn't fortune telling based on faces and hands?" Bai Yifei asked confused.
"It's just a part, but if you look at the whole picture, every part of the human body contains the code of life." Ding Fan said it so seriously that even he almost believed it.
"Then please explain to me, what is the connection between legs and destiny?" Bai Yifei asked.
"Human beings are the only creatures in nature that walk upright. Their thighs support the body, which is particularly important. Slender and round, wealth comes naturally. Thin and dull, poverty and disease aggravate the body. Knees are protruding, which is a sign of fatigue. Slender calves, the family is well off.
.Those with short legs are optimistic and self-sufficient; those with long legs are able to walk around. Those with dark lines are less protected by their ancestors; those with evil moles are more likely to have no heirs..."
Ding Fan's words were so eloquent that Bai Yifei was greatly surprised. She didn't expect that just the legs would have so many details, and physiognomy should not be underestimated.
Since it was used for professional academic research, Bai Yifei sighed at herself for being a villain and returned the phone to Ding Fan. Well, let's continue taking pictures. This is also a rare material for photographers.
At this time, Ding Fan became unscrupulous. When he met a lace model with a high slit, he would bend down to take pictures, with a focused and selfless expression.
Bai Yifei looked at it and laughed, "Xiaofan, you look serious..."
"Very handsome, right?" Ding Fan answered while taking pictures.
"No, I mean, you look a lot like Ding Wan when you are serious."
Sister!
One photo is different from the other. If they are not a family, they have to have the same hobby. Ding Wan's hobby is obviously more direct. Ding Fan continued to take photos, but Lan Shan saw the opportunity and flicked another steel ball, chasing the light in the flash.
Under the cover of the lamp, he passed through the model's slender thighs and faced Ding Fan's face!
It is easy to avoid, but it can easily hurt innocent people. Ding Fan can only block it with his mobile phone. After a clang, the steel ball falls down. Ding Fan catches it with his palm and throws the steel ball back!
God knows, Ding Fan didn't want to hurt Fu Dongyang this time, but the guy was too fascinated by it and swayed left and right dishonestly. When Lan Shan turned sideways, the steel ball hit Fu Dongyang on the other side of the forehead.
History reappeared. Fu Dongyang screamed and hurriedly covered it with his hands. He was bleeding profusely. He could no longer stand watching the models catwalk and hurriedly left the show.
Ding Fan was very angry because the screen saver was broken and he almost broke Brother Fan’s mobile phone! Otherwise, how could he take pictures?
Ding Fan's eyes tightened and he looked over coldly, but Lan Shan did not leave. She still sat in her original position and continued to watch the show like a normal person.