Then he walked out.
The crowd erupted in uproar as they looked at the person who had come into view.
What does it mean to say that clothes make the man, and man makes the clothes?
That's it.
good....
Very good....
They couldn't find the right words.
They stared blankly, forgetting to do anything.
Luo Miao awkwardly tugged at the hem of his shirt, and the gentle smile that was always on his face stiffened a little.
He still felt the clothes were too revealing.If his husband sees this later, he'll definitely hold him accountable.
"Johnson, I…"
"Oh, Luo, you are just too perfect."
Johnson interrupted Luo Ling, circling around him several times, unable to look away.
He said that these clothes were the most suitable.
"Quick, come and do Luo's makeup, it's almost our show's turn."
Johnson didn't give Luo Ling a chance to refuse at all, pushing her in front of the makeup artist.
The makeup artist was quick and swiftly took out the items.
Luo Ling: "..."
It's frustrating.
"Wow, Mr. Luo, your skin is so good! I'm a woman, and I'm jealous."
The makeup artist was both brainstorming ideas and praising the results.
Finally, I only did some decoration at the corners of my eyes and applied lipstick, and didn't do anything else.
"alright."
Upon hearing the sound, Luo Ling opened his eyes.
The effect that caught his eye startled him for a moment.
Is the person in the mirror him?
"Oh my god, Luo, my muse, you are so beautiful."
Johnson walked over and spoke excitedly.
He reached out to hug him, but Luo Miao stopped him.
With a gentle smile, he pointed to his clothes and said, "Your clothes will get messy."
Johnson regretfully gave up the idea of hugging him, but kept praising him.
Soon, staff came to inform them that it was their turn to appear.
"Mr. Shi, this fashion show is by Johnson. His menswear designs have a fatal attraction."
Shi Yan, sitting in the very front center, listened to the person in charge's introduction with little interest.
The clothes displayed by the models on stage are quite nice.
But it hasn't reached the point where it can attract his attention.
He turned his head to look at the enthusiastic Ge Yujie and asked, his tone unreadable.
"Are you sure he's here?"
Ge Yujie immediately nodded seriously, "Yes, BOSS."
"Although we have only found out limited information and can only pinpoint the approximate location, it is definitely here."
This was something Ge Yujie hadn't even considered.
The other party is so good at hiding.
After searching for more than three months, we finally saw some initial signs.
It's not accurate yet.
Shi Yan narrowed his eyes, clearly dissatisfied.
I came to Major Fashion Week for two reasons: work and that person.
Ge Yujie silently shrank his neck.
After considering it carefully, he spoke cautiously.
"Don't worry, Boss. I've already had someone check who entered today, and we're sure we can find him."
Ge Yujie, who set a goal for himself, will never know this.
The result was cruel.
Before I could say anything more, I saw the BOSS staring intently ahead, and his aura changed.
The once bustling show venue has inexplicably fallen silent.
What's going on?
I looked at the booth with a puzzled expression.
He was so surprised that his mouth dropped open.
Holy crap, where did this monster come from?
Shi Yan's entire gaze was drawn to the masked person.
From the moment he appeared, all you could see was him.
A deep purple shimmering knit top with a neckline that extends to the navel.
His fair and beautiful collarbone and chest were on full display.
It also made his skin appear even whiter.
When the spotlight shone on it, the tiny, shimmering lights instantly looked like they were filled with starlight.
Mysterious and noble.
But it was precisely because of those bright red lips and that ornate, complex mask.
The red spider lilies deliberately exposed at the corners of his eyes became dangerous and alluring.