After Ji Mingshu questioned, he saw at the top of Cen Sen's dialog box, "The other party is typing" appeared for a while, and "The other party is talking" appeared again for a while, but it went back and forth for a long time, and finally Cen Sen only returned a long string of words. ellipsis.
Ji Mingshu had no choice but to acquiesce that he had nothing to say, and pleaded guilty.
She put away her mobile phone and got out of the car. Zhou Jiaheng was very obedient and got out of the car immediately. He was more respectful and attentive than in front of Cen Sen. He rushed to help her carry her bag and shoes, and even opened the way ahead to see her off. building.
Before she entered the house, Zhou Jiaheng added, "Whenever Madam wants to go home, just call me. I'm on call 24 hours a day."
Ji Mingshupi smiled without a smile, waved his hands in obeisance, and closed the door mercilessly.
Zhou Jiaheng closed his eyes and touched his nose resentfully.
At this point, Gu Kaiyang was still working overtime at their Weekly Papi Magazine.
After changing his slippers at the door, Ji Mingshu limped into the bathroom humming a song, feeling inexplicably happy.
When she imagined Cen Sen's expressionless expression after being exposed, she felt even happier.
It's just that when he squeezed the cleansing oil onto the cotton pad, Ji Mingshu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the mirror intently.
strangeness.
Is Gu Kaiyang's lipstick expired
Why did the color fade so quickly today
The thought was only for a moment, she didn't think deeply, and soon continued humming to remove makeup.
In the next few days, Ji Mingshu's foot injury was still unhealed, and it was difficult for her to move around, but she remained in a very happy state and her work efficiency was high.
At home, she changed the design plan of the audience area of the show with reference to Cen Sen's ideas, and rushed to the hotel every day to keep up with the progress of the real scene construction of the show.
In the past few days, everyone she saw was smiling and kind. Even when Jiang Chun lied about his latest weight and was caught on the screen, she gently expressed her understanding.
Ji Mingshu: [Tang Zhizhou doesn't dislike it, so it doesn't matter if you indulge once in a while, it doesn't look good for a girl who is thin enough to be a skeleton.]
Jiang Chun: [...?]
At the beginning, Ji Mingshu's insightful opinion of "When you like you, you are a treasure, and when you dislike you, you are a stinky little fat boy" is still in your ears, but Jiang Chun doesn't believe that she can say anything about the "occasional indulgence theory" with true feelings.
At this moment, her soft words made several detours in Jiang Chun's mind, and directly turned into a newly invented reverse spur strategy.
Jiang Chun trembled, and quickly put on a gesture of sincerely admitting his mistake.
Jiang Chun: [I was wrong, I unconditionally admit my mistake to the organization tvt! I also ask Your Highness the Princess to forgive me!]
Jiang Chun: [After a while, chrischou will show off, I will definitely fill Hermes with small money and sneak out to support our honorable highness the princess! Her Royal Highness is suffering! ! !]
Ji Mingshu: [No need.]
After answering this sentence, she rested her chin and looked at the row of orange boxes that Zhou Jiaheng sent with a smile, and unconsciously tapped her fingers on her cheek.
Half a month later, Chrischou's early spring show was held as scheduled at the Junyi Huazhang Hotel on Huating Road in the Imperial Capital.
On the day of the show, celebrities shuttled by at the entrance of the hotel, luxury cars gathered, reporters squatted outside, flashing lights and clicking sounds one after another.
During the rehearsal yesterday, Ji Mingshu was present throughout the entire show, and made the final adjustments to the details of the entire show based on the model's positioning and Chrischou's opinions. In the middle of the night, she was so tired that she went to have a supper with the staff to exchange experiences with each other.
In fact, Chrischou's Milan debut two years ago was also created by Ji Mingshu, but at that time Chrischou's show was not of such a high standard, and he himself was not big enough to invite Ji Mingshu to participate in the entire show set.
In my impression, Ji Mingshu only went to see the venue and came up with a design drawing, so he didn't worry about it any more.
To be honest, the feeling of drawing out the design drawings two years ago is completely different from the feeling of participating in the design and watching the show complete.
She used to be very high and high, she only needed to think, and didn't need to think about how others would put her imagination into practice.
In the past two years, many people have praised chrischou's costume works and show design for his Milan debut, and she will accept this praise as a matter of course, thinking that all the gorgeous displays on the screen are the credit of chrischou and her.
But when she personally participated in it, she knew how many people's careful design and silent efforts were behind the success of a show.
There was about 40 minutes of social time before the show. Celebrities, celebrities, editors, buyers, and fashionistas all showed up one after another, signing autographs and taking pictures in the media access area, and accepting interviews.
Five minutes before the start of the show, there was an alternate broadcast in Chinese and English to remind guests to take their seats in advance.
Ji Mingshu and Chrischou came to a givefive, took their handbags, and hurried to their seats from the backstage.
She always sits in the front row when watching shows, but this time she personally participated in the design of the show, and when the PR arranged the seats, she took the initiative to choose a corner seat behind the third row, saying that she wanted to see the effect of watching the show in the back row.
Jiang Chun was also in this row, but there were several places between them. Just as Ji Mingshu was about to greet her, a tall figure blocked her view.
She paused for a moment, then looked up—
It was Cen Sen.
Cen Sen tidied up his clothes and sat down, with a touch of dignity as a gentleman. He sat in the corner of the back row, feeling as if he had inherited the throne.
Ji Mingshu subconsciously asked, "Why are you here?"
"My hotel, let me see what's wrong."
"..."
That is of course no problem.
It's just that an old antique from the last century like him who doesn't even have an Internet connection in his office can understand fashion shows, what kind of fun is he.
The funniest thing is that he even wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in a serious manner. I'm afraid he just came here before he finished reading the documents in the office.
Ji Mingshu looked at him from top to bottom, and his eyes naturally fell on his hands.
Wait, it's been half a month, and it's still wrapped in gauze...
It's not over yet to co-author him to sell miserably? Even if it's broken, it should be healed, right
Just as Ji Mingshu was about to say something, the show has entered the final ten-second countdown, "ten, nine, eight..."
When the countdown came to "one", the music sounded at the right time, and the immersive video device changed into a gilded brilliance. The golden villain jumped little by little above everyone's heads, and finally turned into a small golden plane passing through the large LED screen. In the center, the English logo of Chrischou is outlined in the shape of a trailing cloud, and a three-dimensional American female voice succinctly announces, "welechrischou."
Unlike a fashion show or a celebrity dinner TV show, there is no host and no opening speeches.
After the logo is displayed, it gradually disappears in the middle of the screen in the form of broken gold, followed by dynamic drumbeats and a brighter music rhythm.
Amidst the changing sound of music, the spotlight fell on the well-known national model who opened the show. The model stepped on the piano ladder and walked forward with a blank expression.
—I didn’t expect to sit in the back row and have a good viewing experience.
Ji Mingshu secretly said "yeah" in his heart. He had been worried for many days, but at this moment he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Cen Sen also commented at the right time, "Not bad."
Ji Mingshu glanced at him.
Not bad, what not bad, do you understand him
Cen Sen really understood it, and he said slowly: "The stage you designed and the designer's work reminded me of an oil painting that was auctioned for nearly ten million in the 1990s. That work is called " "Golden Love" belongs to abstract expressionism, the picture is very simple, mainly using lines and colors... "
"..."
"Did you check the information?"
Ji Mingshu couldn't help interrupting in a low voice.
Cen Sen glanced at her indifferently, the mirror reflected light, and he couldn't see his specific expression, only his voice was very calm, "Within the scope of my knowledge, this is common sense."
common sense.
Ji Mingshu choked up, but was speechless for a while.
However, she soon remembered that the two were still in a state of cold war and should not be too hot, so she made up her mind not to talk to him anymore, and just watched the show quietly.
On the other hand, Cen Sen would occasionally make a light comment from the side, "This one is good", "This one is also good."
In fact, after several months of preparation, the real show time is only one hour.
After all the works were displayed, chrischou came to the stage wearing his new T-shirt this season, and delivered a speech in chaotic Chinese.
The general idea is to look back at the impressions of creating the brand in the past few years, what special meaning does adding Chinese elements to his works this season, and thank you for your continued support.
The show has come to a successful conclusion, and Ji Mingshu couldn't help applauding with everyone.
But no one thought that Chrischou's bow and pause just now did not mean the end of his speech. Holding the microphone, he changed the subject, suddenly looked in Ji Mingshu's direction, cue her as "Shu", and gave her the title of an interior designer. He thanked her for two minutes, all talking about her. The effort put into the TODAY show place.
The former ladies thought there was something wrong with their ears. They had heard that Ji Mingshu had designed Chrischou's first show in Milan. But at that time, Chrischou was far from the popularity it is today. Few people had seen the show with their own eyes. Many people I think this thing is probably tricky.
But at the last moment, Chrischou actually thanked him personally... In other words, today's exquisite and complex show, which combines modern modernity and old Shanghai's glamorous style, was designed by Ji Mingshu
The little sisters who have eaten Cen Ji's divorced melons in private recently are a little confused. They can't believe that this young lady who only knows how to buy, buy, and buy can really come up with any good works.
After the show, there is an after party, and the showroom is open to all guests. Anyone who is interested in the design of the catwalk can come and place an order.
Ji Mingshu and Jiang Chun went to the showroom together.
Cen Sen was still sitting at his original position, flipping through the new product brochure and giving instructions to Zhou Jiaheng. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see Ji Mingshu bump into a young man accidentally.
Ji Mingshu didn't pay attention either, nodded, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." The man smiled gently, and the moment he passed by Ji Mingshu, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked hesitantly, "Are you, Mingshu?"