Gu Yanhao's gaze was fixed on her walking posture.
Such a gait was very familiar, and he thought of Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou just came back from the hospital, and he walked like this.
The models on the stage walked around the runway calmly, calmly and generously.
She doesn't need to do any post, it's already the best pose.
As soon as she appeared on the stage, An Changgong lifted his eyes from the phone and looked at the other party.
When he saw the model appearing on the stage, he was first surprised, and then his eyes were full of astonishment.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but stare blankly—
The model and the work on her are like a fusion, inseparable.
Wearing this dress, she looks like a fairy descending from the clouds, or a saint sitting on a lotus flower.
Beautiful, noble, dignified, calm...
Even the fairies in the TV series, the queens of the world, are not half as good as her.
The reporters who pointed at her with long guns and short guns were all fascinated by her, and forgot to press the shutter to take such a beautiful scene.
It seemed that the world lost its color, but she was the only one with a halo left in the world.
"Sister, who is she?" Song Jiumei almost screamed.
Her voice startled Song Jiuyue, whose head was a little buzzing.
The designer is worthy of being a designer. When Song Jiuyue saw this work, she immediately felt that the champion would pass her by.
The more models on the stand, the more blank her mind became, and finally something exploded and buzzed.
"How do I know who she is?" Song Jiuyue glared at Song Jiumei.
They were excited, and Gu Yanhao who was sitting in front of them was even more excited.
His deep eyes were rolling with turbulent waves, and he stared at the models on the stage with fiery eyes.
His resolute face was tense, as if he was enduring something.
The woman on stage, can't it be her
Just when the model walked half a circle around the runway and was about to go back.
Those stunned media suddenly came back to their senses as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and the camera was facing her, clapping and clapping.
Even the judges in the audience stared straight at him.
It's not how gorgeous the dress is, but that the clothes match the temperament of the model, and the model has worn the clothes to another realm.
Wearing a veil gives people a sense of mystery and anticipation.
Who is the opponent
How do you look
Until the model entered the backstage, Gu Yanhao still didn't look back.
When he saw the back of the other party, a touch of surprise flashed quickly in his eyes.
is her!
An Changgong turned his head, and seeing Gu Yanhao's rare shock, he hooked his lips and revealed a smile of unknown meaning.
Gu Yanhao seemed to feel An Changgong's gaze, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the other party defiantly: "That work belongs to An Mei Group?"
An Changgong smiled gracefully, his amber phoenix eyes were cold and indifferent, "I look forward to it as much as you, which company will that work belong to."
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At the end of the competition, after several rounds of scoring and voting, ten works were finally selected for the award ceremony.
Ten models stood on the stage in a row, and the host announced the rankings in a tantalizing way.
For the climax of the finale, award ceremonies like this are from low ranking to high ranking.
As the ranking went from low to high, Song Jiuyue's heart tugged fiercely in the audience.
The tense moment is getting closer.
In the end, there were only three models left on the luxurious and dreamy stage.
One was wearing a work designed by Song Jiuyue, the other was wearing a work designed by Anmei Group, and the other was a model in green that shocked the audience.
Of the five works she designed, only one remained on the stage in the end, and Song Jiuyue's heart clenched fiercely.
"Are you nervous?" The host's sweet voice penetrated the audience.
The audience cheered and the flashlights flashed wildly.
The host smiled sweetly: "The one announced below is the third runner-up, and the third runner-up of this fashion contest is—"