182 Holding Instructions
After all, even the ugly state of falling off the stage was seen by everyone. At this moment, her face was covered in white, "I... I'll just go by myself." Chu Huan twisted and said.
"Wearing shoes with short heels to walk?" Xiao Moye asked softly.
"Then, then I'll change a pair of shoes!" She hurriedly said, hoping that he would go backstage now.
Unexpectedly, he said lightly, "That's too much trouble."
So pinch
"Let's introduce it like this." He said to her, standing in front of the microphone with a long body.
Chin dropped! Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye in shock. Did he mean that he held her like this, and then asked the model to walk on the runway and she said the introduction? Too... It's too exaggerated.
But obviously, the expression on Xiao Moye's face showed that that was what he meant.
"Why, feel so awkward?" He asked with a slight smile as if he had seen her thoughts through.
Nonsense, how could she be relaxed, Chu Huan felt stiff all over under the gaze of so many people.
"Be good, it's not long anyway, just bear with it a little bit." He coaxed her gently, as if he was treating a child he spoiled.
In the audience, everyone was stupefied. Once upon a time, they could see Xiao Moye doting on a woman like this. Those who stood in the front could hear what Xiao Moye said with their sharp ears. After listening to them, someone immediately said these words mediocrely. Those who stood farther behind couldn't hear Xiao Moye clearly. What is it, maybe I saw his expression, this kind of gentle and caring expression, I thought that I could only see it in the movie, but I didn't want to see it in reality, so it was staged for life, so I took the photo and sent it meager.
The principal is very excited and thinks this effect is too good. It is estimated that the number of students who report to W University this year should increase a lot compared to previous years. So quickly let people go up on the stage to adjust the microphone, be sure to adjust the height of the microphone to the mouth of Chu Huan's shoes.
Then the dean of academic affairs came to the stage again and smiled amiably at Chu Huan, "Chu Huan, you can continue to persevere after an unexpected situation occurs. This kind of spirit is worth learning for all of us." Then it was announced that the design exhibition would continue.
Chu Huan glanced at the dean's face with a particularly bright smile, then at Xiao Moye who was holding her, took a deep breath, and could only bite the bullet.
"Don't be nervous." Xiao Moye suddenly lowered his head, whispering with his lips bent in Chu Huan's ear.
There was a sudden scream in the audience, which was more powerful than those concert scenes.
Amidst the screams, the music rang again, and the models in Chu Huan's series of costumes finally recovered, took up a professional attitude, and walked on the runway one by one.
Fortunately, the quality of the microphone is good, and the sound is old and loud. Chu Huan screamed, and began to introduce his design concepts and the characteristics of each outfit.
Although she was still nervous to die, but because of these introductions, she recited for a long time yesterday, so she is not fluent at the moment. But now, no one pays attention to the clothes. Everyone's attention is still on Xiao Moye. Of course, there are also many people on Chu Huan. After all, you are curious! What kind of woman is it for a man like Xiao Moye to take care of.
Especially those comrades reporters, have begun to use various means to start to check Chu Huan's basic information.
After all of Chu Huan’s costumes were displayed, Xiao Moye wanted to walk backstage with Chu Huan in his arms, and suddenly, a reporter asked loudly below, "Xiao Moye, what is your relationship with this girl? Today you came to W University, did you come here specially for this girl? How long have you known each other..."
A series of questions were asked from the reporter's mouth.
When other reporters saw someone asking a question, they immediately started asking questions.
"Excuse me, do you plan to make a comeback?"
"If it weren't for this special situation today, do you plan to continue to conceal it?"
…
Reporters kept asking questions. Of course, the reporters were just asking with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn't expect much from the other party to answer. After all, according to past experience, Xiao Moye usually doesn't answer such personal questions, and he doesn't even bother to say the words "No comment", but this time, his turning around stopped. Looking at the people in the audience, but looking down at the person in his arms.
"She is the only woman I have fallen in love with in my life." Not the favorite, because there is nothing to compare, so it's just the only, just the only.
The black eyes just stared at her tenderly. In the pupils, all her looks...
Such an answer is something that no one thought of, the only thing to fall in love with? Does it just mean that he has only loved this woman before, or that in the future, he will only love this woman without thinking about other people at all
But Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye blankly, and his mind was full of the words he just said. It wasn't until he took her back to the backstage and put her on a chair to sit down that she recovered a little.
Then Chu Huan Tong Xie suddenly thought of a question. It seemed that the whole city of Z knew about her relationship with him. Of course, the Internet represents zero-distance communication, so there are also places in any corner of the world. May know!
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Moye lowered his head and asked.
"Will I be in the newspaper?" Although she thought about it, since the two have been dating, they must be known sooner or later, but she didn't expect to be known under such circumstances.
"Yes," he said.
Chu Huan Tong Xie suddenly felt sad, "After that, like in news magazines, do you have to avoid paparazzi when you fall in love? Then, will the paparazzi dig out all the information about the eighteenth generation of the ancestors?"
"Don't worry, it won't be like that." He was sure and authentic.
There is always a convincing power in his words, and the pressure that originally accumulated in Chu Huan's heart has been diluted a lot by Xiao Moye's words.
"Huanhuan!" Fang Ting'er had rushed to the backstage lounge room, and after seeing Xiao Moye greeted Chu Huan, she said to Chu Huan, "I was so scared just now, the heel of your shoe Why is it so coincidental that I was folded on the stage."
"The quality problem." Chu Huan thought for a while. After all, she didn't wear these shoes a few times.
"Are there spare shoes?" Xiao Moye on the side asked.
"It's in my locker." Chu Huan said.