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After Ji Mingshu's questioning, he saw Cen Sen’s dialog box. "The other party is typing" appeared for a while, and then "The other party is talking" appeared again. But it changed back and forth for a long time, and finally Cen Sen only returned a long string. The ellipsis.

Ji Mingshu had no choice but to default to having nothing to say and plead guilty.

She received her mobile phone and got out of the car. Zhou Jiaheng felt very obedient and immediately followed her to get out of the car. He was more respectful and courteous than in front of Cen Sen's eyes. floor.

Before she entered the house, Zhou Jiaheng added, "When does Madam want to go home, just call me directly. I'm on standby 24 hours a day."

Ji Mingshu didn't smile, raised his hand and bowed, and closed the door mercilessly.

Zhou Jiaheng closed his eyes and rubbed his nose angrily.

At this point, Gu Kaiyang still worked overtime in their Peking Magazine that week.

After changing slippers at the door, Ji Mingshu limped into the bathroom humming a song, feeling inexplicably happy.

When her brain made up for Cen Sen's appearance of being exposed and speechless, she felt even more happy.

But when he squeezed the cleansing oil on the cotton pad, Ji Mingshu suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the mirror.

strange.

Is Gu Kaiyang's lipstick expired?

Why did you decolorize so quickly today?

The thought was only a moment, and she did not think deeply, and soon continued to hum and remove makeup.

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In the next few days, Ji Mingshu did not heal from her foot injury and was inconvenient to move, but she remained in a very happy state and her work efficiency was high.

She changed the design plan of the audience area of ​​the show with reference to Cen Sen's ideas at home, and rushed to the hotel day by day to closely follow the actual construction progress of the show.

In the past few days, everyone she saw was smiling and kind, even Jiang Chun lied about his latest weight and was caught off screen, she also gently expressed her understanding.

Ji Mingshu: [Tang Zhizhou doesn't dislike it. Then it doesn't matter if you indulge it occasionally. It is not beautiful for a girl to lose weight to a skeleton. 】

Jiang Chun: [...? 】

Ji Mingshu's insights that "you are a treasure when you like you, and you are a stinky little fat man when you dislike you" are still in my ears. Jiang Chun didn't believe she could say any true feelings of "occasional indulgence".

At this moment, her soft language turned several turns in Jiang Chun's mind, and it directly became a newly invented reverse spur strategy.

Jiang Chun trembled, and hurriedly put on a sincere confession of one hundred and eighty degrees.

Jiang Chun: [I was wrong, I unconditionally admitted the wrong TvT to the organization! Please also forgive the princess! 】

Jiang Chun: [After ChrisChou's big show, I must fill up a small amount of money in Hermes and smuggle out to raise our noble princess! Your Royal Highness has suffered! ! ! 】

Ji Mingshu: [No. 】

After replying to this sentence, she held her cheeks, smiled and glanced at the row of orange boxes that Zhou Jiaheng had sent, and tapped her fingers on her cheeks unconsciously.

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Half a month later, the ChrisChou 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 at the entrance of the hotel, luxury cars gathered, reporters crouched outside, flashing lights and clicks one after another.

During the rehearsal yesterday, Ji Mingshu was present throughout the show. According to the model's position and ChrisChou's opinion, he made the final detail adjustments to the entire show. It was too tired late at night, and she went to have a supper with the staff and exchanged experiences with each other.

In fact, ChrisChou's Milan debut two years ago was also made by Ji Mingshu, but at that time ChrisChou did not have such a high standard for the show, and he himself did not have the big name to invite Ji Mingshu to participate in the show setting.

In the impression, Ji Mingshu only went to look at the venue and produced a design drawing, so he didn't bother much.

To tell you the truth, the feeling of vacant design drawings two years ago is completely different from the feeling of participating in the design and watching the show completed.

She used to be very high, she only needed to think, not how others would put her imagination into practice.

In the past two years, many people have praised ChrisChou's clothing and show design for his first Milan show, and she will certainly accept this praise, feeling 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 forty minutes of social time before the show. Ladies and celebrities, editors, buyers, and fashionistas all showed up to sign and take pictures in the media interview area and accept interviews.

Five minutes before the show, there will be a Chinese-English broadcast to remind all guests to take their seats in advance.

Ji Mingshu and ChrisChou came to givemefive, then took their handbags and hurriedly walked from the backstage to their seats.

She has always been sitting in the front row when watching shows. This time she personally participated in the design of the show. When PR arranged seats, she took the initiative to choose a seat in the corner after three rows, 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 positions between the two. Just as Ji Mingshu wanted to say hello to her, a tall figure blocked her sight.

She paused for a while and looked up--

It was actually Cen Sen.

Cen Sen tidied his clothes and took his seat, with a gentleman's dignity. The corner of the back row was stunned by the sense of dignity that he sat out of the throne.

Ji Mingshu asked subconsciously, "Why are you here?"

"My hotel, let me see what's wrong."

"..."

Naturally, there is no problem.

It's just that his kind of old antique of the last century, who doesn't have Internet access, can understand fashion shows and join in the excitement.

The most funny thing is that he even wears gold-rimmed glasses seriously. This is probably because the office documents have not been finished before he came directly.

Ji Mingshu looked at him from top to bottom, and his eyes naturally fell on his hands.

Wait, it's been half a month, still wrapped in gauze...?

Co-authored he sells miserably and is not over? Even the fracture should be cured, right?

Ji Mingshu just wanted to say something, but the show has entered the countdown to the last ten seconds, "ten, nine, eight..."

When the countdown came to "one", the music sounded at the right time and the immersive video installation changed to gilt brilliance. The golden figure jumped little by little above everyone's head, and finally turned into a little golden plane passing through the large LED screen. In the middle, the English LOGO of ChrisChou is outlined in the form of a trailing cloud, and there is a three-dimensional American female voice that succinctly announces, "WelcometoChrisChou."

A fashion show is different from a celebrity dinner TV show. There is no host and no opening speech.

After the LOGO appeared, it gradually disappeared in the center of the screen in the form of broken gold, followed by dynamic drumbeats and more lively music rhythms.

In the changing sound of music, the chasing light fell on the well-known Chinese model who opened the show. The model stepped on the piano ladder and walked forward with no expression.

——Unexpectedly, sitting in the back row, the experience of watching the show is also very good.

Ji Mingshu secretly compared "Yeah" in his heart, and was worried for many days. At this moment, he was finally relieved.

Cen Sen also commented in due course, "Not bad."

Ji Mingshu glanced at him.

What's not bad, do you understand him?

Cen Sen really understood it. He slowly said: "The stage you designed and the designer's work reminds me of an oil painting that was sold for nearly ten million in the 1990s. That work is called " "Drunk and Gold" belongs to abstract expressionism, the picture is very simple, mainly using lines and colors..."

"..."

"Have you checked the information?"

Ji Mingshu couldn't help but interrupt in a low voice.

Cen Sen glanced at her faintly. The lens reflected light and he couldn't see his specific expression. He could only hear his voice very calm and gentle, "Within my knowledge, this belongs to common sense."

common sense.

Ji Mingshu choked and was speechless for a while.

However, she soon remembered that the two were still in a cold war and should not be too warm, so she made up her mind not to talk to him, and just watch the show quietly.

However, Cen Sen occasionally commented lightly beside him, "This one is good" and "This one is also good."

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In fact, after several months of preparation, the real showtime is only an hour.

After all the works were displayed, ChrisChou wore his new T-shirt for this season on stage, and spoke in a poorly proficient Chinese speech.

The main idea is to look back on the feelings of establishing the brand in the past few years, what special meaning does the addition of Chinese elements in this season's works have for him, and thank you for your continued support.

The show has come to a successful conclusion, and Ji Ming couldn't help applauding with everyone.

But no one thought that the pause that ChrisChou just bowed did not mean the end of the speech. He held the microphone, turned the front of the conversation, and suddenly looked in the direction of Ji Mingshu, cue her as "Shu", and gave her an interior designer's title. He thanked her for two full minutes, all talking about her. Efforts for today's show place.

The former ranked ladies thought there was something wrong with their ears. I heard that Ji Mingshu once designed the Milan debut for ChrisChou, but at that time ChrisChou was far from the popularity it is today. Very few people have seen the show with their own eyes, many people I think this thing is probably still tricky.

But at the last moment, ChrisChou personally thanked...that is to say, today’s exquisite and complex show with both modern modernity and old Shanghai style is designed by Ji Mingshu?

Recently, the little sisters who ate the divorced melons in Cen Ji privately are a little bit stunned, can't believe that this lady who only buys and buys can really come up with some decent works.

There is also an afterparty after the show. The showroom is open to all guests. Anyone who is interested in the design of the catwalk can go to order.

Ji Mingshu and Jiang Chun walked to the showroom together.

Cen Sen was still sitting in his original position, flipping through the new product display brochure and instructing Zhou Jiaheng. He glanced up, but he happened to see Ji Mingshu accidentally collided with a young man.

Ji Mingshu also didn't pay attention, nodded, and apologized: "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 he suddenly asked, "Are you Mingshu?"