Chapter 75: Yu Jingyuan and Xun Sheng come to see Xia Cheng's fashion show
No one opened the door for Xun Sheng, so he could only go down through the safety passage. The safety passage was locked, but could be opened with a card.
After thinking about it, he sent a message to Xia Cheng.
"Are you home?"
Xia Cheng chose to ignore it and didn't respond to the message. She decided to wait until tomorrow to reply and let it sit for now.
But by the next day, Xia Cheng had forgotten the message. She didn't know that Xun Sheng came to knock on the door again when she was walking the dog, and the two of them missed each other.
As fate would have it, the next few days would repeat the same thing: Xia Cheng would go out, and Xun Sheng would knock on the door. Xia Cheng would listen to music on her headphones, and Xun Sheng would knock on the door. Xia Cheng would take her cat and dog to live at Chen Kelin's house, and Xun Sheng would knock on the door.
Xun Sheng, who had knocked on the door for several days but couldn't find anyone, fell into silence as he looked at the messages on his phone that he had sent but received no reply.
What is Xia Cheng doing recently?
He clicked on Xia Cheng's circle of friends, and the corners of his lips straightened instantly.
I can’t see anything, there is nothing, only a horizontal line. Is there something wrong with the phone?
Xun Sheng restarted it and opened it again, but it was still the same. He said "Huh" in confusion.
*
At lunch time, Wei Paijin had just sat down when a familiar figure appeared in front of him. He looked at the president, who was wearing an expensive white suit. He didn't even order a chicken leg that cost five yuan, but rushed towards him with his mobile phone.
The president came to the cafeteria in person, and everyone's eyes were frequently cast on him. Xun Sheng seemed unaware and handed the mobile phone screen to Wei Paijin to look at.
"What's going on?"
Wei Paijin looked down and saw Xia Cheng's chat interface. He slid his finger across the screen to refresh it, but still couldn't see any updates. He was sweating profusely.
"Boss Xun, did you and Xia Cheng have a fight?"
Xun Sheng recalled.
"I don't think so."
"Is she angry then?"
"It should be possible."
"It seems like she has set it up so that you can't see your Moments."
Xun Sheng was stunned.
"Why do you want to do this?"
"I don't know either..." Wei Paijin said carefully.
"But my girlfriend does the same when she's angry. Girls are all the same. Just coax her and she'll be fine."
"Coax?" Xun Sheng touched his chin, his mind wandering. He had never coaxed a woman before. He couldn't find anyone at her house these days. Xia Cheng seemed to be avoiding him all the time. He couldn't even see her. How should he coax her?
That's not right, he didn't do anything wrong, why should he be coaxed?!
"Mr. Xun?"
"What's wrong?" Xun Sheng came back to his senses.
Wei Paijin shook his phone.
"Do you want to see what Xia Cheng has posted on WeChat Moments these days?"
Xun Sheng folded his arms across his chest and turned his head away.
"No."
"All right."
"Forget it, give me your phone."
*
Time flies and it is August 20th, the day when Lulu and He Qing Studio jointly launch their fashion show.
Xia Cheng started preparing in the early morning, and the stage was set up even earlier. Although the model had already adapted to it in advance, she couldn't help but feel excited every time she looked at it. This inexplicable emotion was mixed with tension, which made her heart tighten.
The T-stage is in the shape of a golden arc, and the ground is made of a unique blue-purple glittering floor. Twenty warm-colored flash lights are arranged under the arc device. Whenever the flash lights light up, it is like being in a garden at night.
The show started at 8pm. The audience sat around the stage in a circle and the models had to walk around the stage.
Xia Cheng learned from He Qing that the people coming this time included entertainers, fashion bloggers, designers, and celebrities, most of whom were He Qing's friends, as well as relatives and friends of the invited models.
For her first fashion show in her life, Xia Cheng invited Yu Jingyuan.
Yu Jingyuan arrived an hour early. Perhaps to keep up with the fashion trend, he didn't wear a conservative suit today and dressed up specially.
He wore a simple dark shirt with a silver round earring on his left ear. His hair was wet but not greasy and hung on his forehead. Xia Cheng never knew that Yu Jingyuan would dress like this. He looked like an idol.
Yu Jingyuan seemed to have guessed Xia Cheng's surprise. He wanted to rub her head, but he didn't know where to start because of her hairstyle. In the end, he lightly touched the butterfly earring on her earlobe.
"I used to be the bassist in the school band."
What this means is that he is not a nerd who only knows how to study.
Seeing that Xia Cheng had changed into her show clothes and it was inconvenient for her to take the flowers he had bought, Yu Jingyuan simply put them in the corner.
He casually placed a bouquet of flowers filled with foxtail lilies, large-flowered cymbidiums, imperial lantern lilies and other precious imported flowers worth tens of thousands of dollars next to the trash can.
Yu Jingyuan squatted down and helped Xia Cheng adjust the hem of her skirt.
"Be careful, don't fall. The same thing will happen on stage later. Don't be too nervous. You can definitely do it."
Xia Cheng quietly pinched his fingers.
"Of course, don't worry, I will definitely leave safely!"
Yu Jingyuan wanted to rub her head, but he held back.
Shortly after Yu Jingyuan left, half an hour before the show began, Xun Sheng came backstage with a bunch of gorgeous roses in his arms.
Such scenes are not uncommon. Someone who knew Xun Sheng immediately stood up and greeted him. The contestants in this joint fashion show were all girls, and this attempt to steal a girl in front of the main character quickly attracted everyone's attention, and they secretly observed through the mirror.
In fact, the fact that two handsome guys came to see Xia Cheng with bouquets of flowers had already caused whispers.
Chen Kelin, who knew the truth, tried hard to hold down the upturned corners of her eyes. She couldn't smile, otherwise she would lose fans.
Xia Cheng had already changed into a cheongsam and was having trouble moving. After asking Xun Sheng to find a place to put the roses down, she dragged him to a corner and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"
"Do you have time after the show? Let's talk." He tried to speak in a gentle tone.
"No."
Xun Sheng paused.
"I'll come to your house to find you then, okay?"
"Not necessarily. There might be a celebration party."
"I'll wait for you to come back."
"Is there anything that can't be said now?" she asked knowingly.
"Of course you can, but your designer can't wait." Xun Sheng turned his head towards the woman who was waiting anxiously and was not very talkative, and his eyes fell on the cheongsam Xia Cheng was wearing today.
She was now wearing a black velvet cheongsam. The laces on the chest were tied into a bow behind the neck. The neckline was hollowed out below, revealing her delicate collarbone. The waist was thin and straight, and the skirt hung down, making it not very convenient for walking. But as long as she moved her arms, the lace on the cuffs would sway with the skirt.
It's undoubtedly sexy.
Xun Sheng stared at Xia Cheng's round forehead. She had her hair tied in a low bun, without a single strand of hair out of place, and her facial features were delicate and clear.
She didn't notice Xun Sheng's expression and looked at the designer. She didn't have time to refute. She had calmed down a lot in the past few days. It was time to have a good chat and make it clear that she had no interest in him at all.
Xia Cheng nodded, lifted her skirt and walked towards the designer.
"I'll text you when I get home tonight."
"Um."
Xun Sheng looked at the twisting waist, slightly distracted.
Has she lost weight again?
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