When Jasmine saw Shen Shuhe on stage again, she immediately became interested, her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands.
When the audience saw the most stunning model return, they immediately sat up straight and stared at the stage without blinking.
"This model's performance is still the most touching!"
"Yeah! Those people who left just now were not as good as her."
"But this cheongsam is also very unique. It seems to me that the style is very different from the previous ones."
Someone pointed at the cheongsam on the woman and asked curiously, and the people around took a closer look.
The curve of the hem of the cheongsam is cut very delicately, spreading graceful waves with every step, and the fishtail-like tightening at the edge makes every inch of the swing just right.
The sleeveless design reveals the slender arm lines, with a hint of reserved sexiness in the neatness.
The ink-black shawl on her shoulders was like the overturned night, and the drooping tassels formed a strong collision with the moon-white cheongsam.
It is as cold as frost, yet it hides a sharp edge.
...
...
The woman's long hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin. A few strands of hair hung down at the side of her neck and her hair was piled on one side of her shoulder. The tiny tassels hanging from the end of the hairpin swayed slightly with her movements, making her look elegant, charming and agile.
I thought the red cheongsam was stunning, but I didn’t expect that the simple white one could also be worn by a woman in a different way.
The people in the audience were stunned. When they realized what was happening, the woman was already pinching her waist, turning around with graceful steps.
Only then did they remember to take pictures.
Including Jasmine.
Sister Shuhe is so beautiful, I didn’t expect she looks so good in cheongsam!
The little girl took a lot of photos, and then repeated her previous behavior and sent all of them to Jin Yanzhou who had not yet arrived.
At this moment, on a street near Wiska, a Lincoln was parked quietly on the side of the street.
Xu Wen in the front row held the tablet and handed it to the man with both hands, "Boss, the live broadcast in the event hall, Miss Shen is about to leave the stage."
Hearing the voice, the man stopped opening his phone, took the tablet from Xu Wen's hand, fixed his eyes, and saw the woman's elegant and graceful back.
She was wearing a white cheongsam, the pearls on the fabric shone with a crystal luster under the light. The cheongsam seemed to be tailor-made for her, outlining her graceful figure like an exquisite ancient painting. She seemed like a lady walking out of the painting, calm and elegant, exuding a nobility that could not be desecrated.
Looking down, the skin faintly visible at the wavy slit of the hem is even brighter than the moonlight above.
If you were sitting in the audience and watching a woman approaching from a close distance, I wonder how captivating it would be.
In the dim carriage, the man held the tablet in one hand, his eyes gradually darkening.
The phone continued to vibrate, Jin Yanzhou frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience at being disturbed.
When he saw the sender, his brows relaxed and he swiped the screen.
Then he saw the tempting frontal photo.
Just like an hour ago, Jasmine sent the scene pictures immediately.
Jin Yanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, clicked on the first picture, and then slowly flipped through the pages.
Just as he thought, the cheongsam looked just as charming and beautiful on her.
The man placed his fingertips on the photo and smiled.
"Boss, do you want to go in?" Seeing that the time was almost up, the co-pilot Xu Wen asked tentatively.
The moment he heard the voice, Jin Yanzhou long-pressed the screen to save a certain picture, put down the tablet and said, "No need, let Jingwu bring them out."
When Xu Wen heard that the man would not go in, he subconsciously glanced at the magnificent hotel over there.
I immediately understood why the man didn't get out of the car.
"Okay, boss." After responding, Xu Wen sent a message to Jingwu.
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In the hall, everyone was still reluctant to leave after Chen Shuhe stepped down from the stage, but the host came on stage again and announced the end of the model show.
Guests occasionally had some regrets, but most people were looking forward to the next part.
Compared to the excitement of others, Pei Leyao who was sitting in the back almost buttoned her coat to pieces.
"How could this happen! This bitch actually changed her clothes!"
Song Qingyin beside her also didn't expect this.
In such an emergency, Shen Shuhe was able to escape danger? How could she be so lucky!
What on earth did Pei Leyao do! ?
Song Qingyin turned her head and looked over, and asked softly: "Le Yao, you just said that Miss Shen's clothes were damaged...but I don't see anything wrong?"
"Because she changed it herself!" Pei Leyao said angrily in a suppressed voice.
"What?"
Pei Leyao opened a picture, handed the phone to the puzzled Song Qingyin, and said angrily: "This woman changed her clothes herself backstage!"
Song Qingyin looked down upon hearing this, and saw a photo of the backstage——
It can be seen that Shen Shuhe is holding a pair of scissors in her hand, and the cheongsam she was wearing just now does have a crack, but...
Song Qingyin looked up and saw that it was Shen Shuhe who modified the cheongsam on the spot to successfully complete the stage.
Shen Shuhe can sew clothes? How come she doesn't know this!
"It seems that Miss Shen is so amazing that she can withstand the pressure to modify clothes. Did she learn all this before?" Song Qingyin asked curiously.
Pei Leyao was also puzzled by this matter. This woman was busy at the company every day, and she had never seen her hold a needle and thread, let alone sew clothes.
But looking at the video sent by Jian Xinxin, Shen Shuhe's movements were skillful and smooth, and it was obvious that he was very good at it.
So this woman has been playing the pig and eating the tiger all along?
Thinking of this, Pei Leyao became even more angry. Without waiting for the next activity, she picked up her skirt and got up to go out.
Song Qingyin knew that she was going to cause trouble for Shen Shuhe, but she didn't know if this brainless young lady could find the right idea.
With a hint of disdain in her eyes, Song Qingyin looked up at Pei Jingmo in the front row.
She had to prepare for both situations...
At the same time, the lounge upstairs was flooded with Jin Henian's anger.
"How dare you destroy the cheongsam!"
"Jin Muchen! Look at what you have done!"
The old man picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it over. Jin Muchen lowered his head and stood beside the sofa, taking it without dodging or evading.
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, but the man had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't feel it at all.
"It's my fault. Grandpa, please give me a chance. I will give you and grandma an explanation."
A cold snort escaped from his nose, and Jin Henian glanced coldly at the person in front of him. Although he didn't say anything, Jin Muchen lowered his head and bent slightly, then took Mo Kai out.
Yin Zhiheng glanced at the man's back with concern, "Old sir, have a sip of tea first. I believe the young master will take care of it."
Jin Henian didn't even move his eyelids when he heard the voice.
Downstairs activity area.
The hall has entered the next stage and someone raised a question.
"Why hasn't the young master arrived yet? Could something have really happened?"
"What could possibly happen?"
"Then why hasn't he arrived yet? As the chairman of Jin's company, I haven't even seen him at the dinner yet."
Someone uttered a sound of dissatisfaction.
In the back row of the crowd, Pei Jingmo listened to the discussion with an unclear expression.
Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang twice. He took it out, looked at it, then stood up and walked away from the side.
The protagonist who was being discussed and speculated by everyone was now standing outside the hall door.
Jin Mu stared at the dressing room at the end of the corridor, and Mo Kai stepped forward to report in time.
“Sir, the person in charge of today’s event is Lei Jinxin, and the model who just came on stage is Shen Shuhe.”
"I have already contacted Lei Jinxin to bring people over."
Jin Muchen put one hand in his pocket and looked ahead indifferently, his expression showing no emotion. The moment Mo Kai finished speaking, he quietly repeated the name: "Chen Shuhe..."
His eyes dimmed and he ordered Mo Kai to bring the person over.
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