Indulge in Life in America

The time was approaching 2 pm, the sun began to become sparse and lazy, the endless sky was cloudless, the uniquely shaped fountain was tireless, and the water mist turned into a colorful halo under the pale golden light.

The lampposts on both sides of the square are accompanied by flags and melodious music, which outlines a lively and joyous atmosphere. Every spring and summer fashion week is a festival for people working in the fashion field. They gather together to cheer for next year’s fashion trends. , To give people a warm applause.

As bystanders, princes, nobles, and stylistic stars have tried their best to appear in the front row of major shows. Some are to get the focus of the flash, and some are to get closer to the model and find their favorite limited edition. What I want is not beauty, but the envy of others.

Surrounded by the fountain square, when Yang Cheng was about to contact Sunny, the number that had been dialed 10 times appeared on the screen of Yang Cheng's mobile phone.

He picked it up without hesitation, "Oh, thank goodness, you finally looked at your phone."

"I'm sorry, Yang Chengxi, the staff just had some friction with the organizer's security. I didn't care about looking at the phone. Are you here yet?" Xu Xianna sent a polite and respectful explanation to Yang with apologetics. Orange ears.

"It's okay, you guys are not injured? Tell me where you are, and I'll go to you." Yang Cheng was also angry at the girl, so she had to get to the point.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, no one was injured here. We are under the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week billboard on the side of the David Geffen Hall." Xu Xian said very organized, and Yang Cheng received the other party accurately. Information conveyed.

"Okay, I see, you are waiting for me in place, don't walk around, everything waits for me to arrive." Yang Cheng calmly said, he is not worried about the girls, mainly the group of staff around them, the stick is too Too self-righteous, often self-assertive.

"Inner, don't worry, we'll be waiting for you here." Xu Xian replied cleverly.

A few minutes later, Yang Cheng followed Hansen’s road-opening machine and squeezed under the billboard of Xu Xian’s office in a slightly embarrassing manner. He turned around and looked around, and found the eye-catching trio of young times. It's the camera and the microphone.

Yang Cheng still admired the shameless professionalism of the sticks, and didn't look at the chaos of the scene? Still holding the camera to shoot.

For a moment, Yang Cheng seemed to have traveled through time and returned to a popular scenic spot in China, crowded and stacked, except that the color of his head changed from black to gold, and the noisy and bustling scene was exactly the same.

I squeezed in through the seam, and waved to the three women, "Hello, good afternoon."

"Ah~Yang Chengxi, I’m so sorry to trouble you to come here." The first thing I found was Yang Cheng’s Taeyeon, wearing a brown fine-line sling dress, wearing black high heels to highlight the straight, white legs, and matching light eye shadows. The smoky makeup, the whole person creates a charming but not overstated feeling.

Yang Cheng pretended to be very familiar with her and opened her hand. She smiled and avoided the camera and whispered softly, "If you're really sorry, give me a hug to compensate, right?"

When Taeyeon ran over, she was startled by Yang Cheng's actions, and then she grinned with Yang Cheng's winking expression. She gave Yang Cheng a flamboyant look, and she rushed into the spacious arms and joked, " satisfied?"

Yang Cheng deliberately raised her eyebrows, touched her chin for a few seconds and shook her head, bowed her head and blinked, "Just call oppa again?"

"Pouch~" Maybe it was Yang Cheng’s familiar pie that infected Taeyeon, or it was the backstage of the last concert that Yang Cheng dropped from the sky to save the beauty and moved her, or because Yang Cheng is Sunny’s good friend. Taeyeon has a natural sense of intimacy. In short, the captain had a good impression of Yang Cheng, a man who had only met three times, like a friend who had known each other for a few years.

"Nei, really, oppa, are you satisfied now?" Taeyeon screamed helplessly, covering her face.

Yang Cheng nodded indifferently, and said indifferently, "It's okay!"

It’s similar to Taeyeon’s feeling. From the first meeting, Taeyeon left Yang Cheng with a dull and unloving impression. The second time at Madison Square, Yang Cheng rescued Taeyeon from Louis Lehman’s claws. Although more of it was because of his hatred with Louis Lehman, and this third meeting, an inexplicable familiar emotion came to my heart, and then he naturally played around with her, and asked Yang Cheng why, he didn’t One, two, three.

"Yang orange xi, jason." At this time, Tiffany and Xu Xian also leaned over. From the names of the two, you can clearly know the different personalities of the two beautiful girls, one is a typical American style, and the other is quiet. Maintain communication etiquette at all times.

"Hello, I heard that Xu Xian had a conflict. Isn't it okay?" Yang Cheng didn't let go after he hugged Taeyeon. She hugged Taeyeon's round shoulders. The key is that Taeyeon didn't feel strange, and she stood naturally on Yang Cheng. On the one hand, she leaned slightly on Yang Cheng to take advantage of her strength to ease the sorrow and grief caused by wearing high heels.

"It's okay, mainly because the staff were stopped by the security guards at the venue, and they argued a few words, which is really irritating." Tiffany complained to Yang Orange if he had something.

"You are fine. The staff are all men. I don't feel much wronged by a few words. Are you ready? I will take you in, but the camera will definitely not accompany you." Yang Cheng pointed at it with his chin. Own camera, paradoxically comforted.

"Oppa, can we bring GoPro or Yuntai in? After all, this is also the highlight of our show." Taeyeon was soft-tempered, received the show director's pleading look, and couldn't bear to refuse, so she had to elbow Yang Cheng and asked.

"Can I not?" Yang Cheng had nothing to do with this kind girl, and spread a grumble with his left hand.

This is equivalent to agreeing. In fact, if Korean film crews apply through normal channels, they can also enter the venue, because the purpose of the special show is to sell clothes. There are media from different countries to help them advertise. It is too late to be happy.

Of course, everything has to be ruled, and no one can enter if they want to enter. The venue is so large that it can only satisfy the invited media representatives first.

After that, the three women went to pack up and listen to the director's introduction of what to shoot and how to use the machine. Yang Cheng was not interested in listening, and stood aside with her pockets in her pockets, but the general agent from a young age was very unsightly. It may be that someone who looks like a director of the show came over to thank you, but Yang Cheng didn't have to look straight.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. Seeing that the special show started in 10 minutes, he hurriedly greeted the three women and walked to the back door.

Reaching out to hold Taeyeon, this girl is wearing 10 cm high platform heels, like walking on stilts, holding one hand, and the other hand takes out her mobile phone to find Victoria's number and dials out. She has already said hello before coming. Yes, there is no nonsense after the connection, and they are busy, "Hey, Vicki, it's me, I will be at the back door soon."

"Yes, there are four people including me."

"Who? David?"

"Okay, thank you, you are busy, see you later."

Putting away the phone, she turned her head and smiled at Taeyeon, who was panting, "Sunny, you are a paper man, and the description is very accurate."

Taeyeon just glared at Yang Cheng in embarrassment, and did not defend her face. She blushed on her face, and she couldn't see if she blushed.

Hansen cleared his way, and walked for a few minutes before he came to the back door of the temporary venue. David Beckham happened to show the handsome face that was fascinated by the whole universe, and when he saw Yang Cheng's face he was happy and waved. Shouted, "jason, here."

"Hey, David, how are you?" Yang Cheng held Beckham's hand against his chest.

"Trust me, jason, there is no better day than today." It can be seen that David Beckham really loves his wife and smiles from the heart.

When Yang Cheng and Beckham greeted each other, Taeyeon and the three girls looked at each other in surprise, but it was David Beckham who picked them up. When they saw the heartthrob, they were still greeted Yang Cheng. The goodwill rises a step further, and women always lack resistance to capable men.

Yang Cheng beckoned the three women to follow. He followed Beckham and passed through a path separated from the toolbox before entering the large backstage dressing room. This is the place where the models make up and dress up. The indoor photos are warm, and the high-power air conditioner adjusts the temperature, so that the makeup of the models is not too hot, nor does it freeze to the beautiful angels.

Beckham didn't slow down here, and went all the way along the side road. Instead, Yang Cheng moved forward. He wanted to see how the male makeup artist over there helped the female model dress. He screamed in his heart, "Wow! Go in, shit, it's so cool..."

Yang Cheng didn't conceal his dissolute and wretched expression at all, and was caught by Taeyeon behind, but only slapped Yang Cheng on the back with a grin, urging him to go quickly.

Through a white door, I finally entered the venue. The pink-purple rendering lights gave people a strong visual impact, as if they were in a dream. A 20-meter-long transparent platform runs through the beginning and the end, and there are special effects under the platform to make violets. The cg animation is in full bloom, and there are several staff members who are doing the final check. The two sides of the catwalk are already full of VIPs coming to watch the show.

Violet symbolizes eternal beauty and love, and represents simplicity, virtue and the coolness of summer. Beisao used the violet to point out the theme of today's special show, which can be considered as a thought.

But Yang Cheng walked from behind the crowd, squinting at the stage layout, and couldn't help but complain in her heart, "Bei Sao's influence is still insufficient, and she didn't even enter the main venue~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Indeed, influence is one aspect. On the other hand, financial resources are on the other hand. Beckham’s own brand can’t afford to pay more for the venue, nor does it have the money to hire a top team to create a luxury scene. Like El’s kind of local tyrants who change the theme and scene, Beckham plays once. Beckham can age for three years.

Under the leadership of Beckham, a group of people came to the area directly opposite the runway. This is the best perspective, usually reserved for top VIPs and the family and friends of the show owner. Yang Cheng’s casual dress does not match the occasion, but it is also No one shows a contemptuous expression. Those who can come in to watch the show are famous and famous. If they don’t even recognize the extremely recognizable face of Yang Cheng, who is in the limelight recently, they can swim in the Hudson River. Up.

Taeyeon and Tiffany looked at this short distance of 10 meters from behind. Yang Cheng stopped from time to time to exchange greetings and greetings with people. The confusion in her heart could not be compounded. What kind of position was necessary to be treated so politely?

Don't be surprised, Koreans have a natural sense of awe for American dads, and they admire those natives and even Asians who can get along well in the United States.

Anyway, their narrow minds like the Korean peninsula are absolutely incomprehensible, and the only ones that can be compared are probably only their domestic Samsung and modern chaebols.

The four Yang Cheng were arranged behind the Beckham family. The stool was slightly higher and would not be obstructed by the head in front of them. Under the introduction of Beckham, he and his eldest son Brooklyn and his girlfriend were super slaughter. Take a seat after greeting.

There was a chill from the hard seat under the buttocks. Before it was warm, the lights dimmed, and the sound of a crisp, simple and round Scottish bagpipe played a familiar melody.

"Myheartwillgoon?"