Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

"Little ancestor, I... I had an abortion..."

After An Hong said this, her face was pale. Every woman who has had an abortion should be most afraid of the cry of a child, or the cry in the middle of the night, when she heard it for the first time , almost fainted from fright.

"Ok?"

Sang Jiuqing didn't react, her eyes widened and she stared at An Hong.

An Hong moved into the sofa in embarrassment.

"You also know that whoever didn't meet such a person when he was young, anyway, after that incident, he must have a shadow on things like children."

An Hong sighed, took out the cigarette case on the side, opened it, lowered her head and lit it, feeling a little decadent.

"For this kind of thing, remember to tell me next time. If you are afraid, I can accompany you."

An Hong curled her lips, she was too embarrassed to intervene between the two of them.

Originally there were only two people in this villa, Sang Jiuqing and An Hong, but at noon, Boluo City sent thirty people over, and these people patrolled around the villa day and night, not even a fly could fly in.

So in the end, everything is at peace.

Several people also started to plan the fashion week. This matter is supposed to be a major event. Sang Jiuqing should have informed the fans on Weibo, but she forgot to mention it from the beginning to the end.

And other female stars have already begun to reveal the news on their Weibo.

The bi-annual International Fashion Week is a major event in the global luxury goods industry, and it is also an important opportunity for many actresses to seize the media space.

Every female star who goes to Fashion Week has to prepare several big boxes for clothes, brands, and media stars. At this time, it is a win-win situation for all three parties.

The media and brands use the celebrity's fame, and the celebrity relies on them to expose themselves, so it is really difficult for the vicious circle of entertainment to survive without some means.

Sang Jiuqing can be regarded as the luckiest one among all the people. Relying on Boluo City, she got the invitation letter of Fashion Week.

However, Boluo City did not set off with Sang Jiuqing, but a day later, but he had already taken care of everything abroad for the two of them, and as soon as they got off the plane, someone would come to pick them up.

As soon as Sang Jiuqing and An Hong walked to the airport, they were grabbed by the other party, and turned around with some doubts.

"Sister An, what's wrong?"

An Hong really hated iron for being weak, and gritted her teeth.

"You just left?"

Sang Jiuqing didn't understand what the other party meant, and frowned suspiciously.

"Then what else should I do?"

An Hong understands that this is the first time this person participated in fashion week, how could he know so many rules, female stars in the entertainment industry are often aggressive and aggressive, so fashion week is not only a vanity fair, but also a battlefield.

From the moment they entered the airport, even if they were in a fighting state, all kinds of beautiful airport photos, if they were taken well, would definitely be headlines again.

But Sang Jiuqing obviously didn't have this awareness, and he was still puzzled at this moment.

"Airport photos..."

An Hong finally uttered these three words, and Sang Jiuqing suddenly realized, but there are a lot of people at the airport, why did she make such a trip, and waved her hand thinking of this.

"forget it."

An Hong curled her lips, and silently took out the camera to take a picture from all directions. Sang Jiuqing didn't deliberately pose for the photo, but she was as beautiful as a vixen in the camera. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful in the entertainment industry.

The two got on the plane, and Sang Jiuqing fell asleep as soon as they boarded, and put on the blindfold.

But there is a saying, the road to enemies is narrow.

Sang Rou finally got on the plane, and when she saw these two people, her feet paused and the muscles on her face twitched, but at this time, Sang Jiuqing had already put on the blindfold and didn't know what happened , so only An Hong and Sang Rou looked at each other unexpectedly, and then looked away tacitly.

After getting off the plane, someone was already waiting outside the airport with a photo in their hand. When they saw Sang Jiuqing, their eyes lit up and they were about to go forward.

But at this time, Sang Jiuqing had already met Sang Rou, and they hated each other anyway.

"I'm talking about Sang Jiuqing. As far as your works are concerned, it's a bit difficult to participate in the fashion week. There is no media to invite you. Could it be that you came here at your own expense?"

Sang Rou's face was a bit smug, she had always been the darling of the media, and she thought that the media would change people this time, but she didn't expect it to end up in her family.

In the entertainment circle, there is no invitation letter, and there are no female stars from the media Chiang Rai. There are indeed cases where they come here at their own expense.

N-line artists who compete in Fashion Week at their own expense, they take the initiative to send them to their door, "rewarding" the travel expenses of the media, or bribe the brand's public relations, but such people are destined to be shameless in the entertainment circle.

But for the masses who don't know the truth, as long as the photos of the scene are posted, it is a very face-saving thing, and it can be commented on for many days, earning a lot of gimmicks, so female stars who pay for themselves are actually not at a loss.

When Sang Rou thought that Sang Jiuqing might be participating in the fashion week at her own expense, she felt very relieved. You have a good influence in China, but after filming and filming, there are only a few TV series, and foreigners will not accept it.

Sang Jiuqing didn't bother to pay attention to this person. To put it bluntly, he had something wrong with his brain. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the few people waiting with An Hong.

"Miss Sang, right? Young Master Bai asked us to pick you up."

The leading man was polite and bowed to open the car door. Sang Jiuqing and An Hong got in directly, leaving only Sang Rou gritting his teeth outside the airport.

This woman is still so proud and proud, she clenched her fists, waiting for her mother to return to the Shen family, and waiting for her to become the legitimate granddaughter of the Shen family, to see how she kills Sang Jiuqing.

Thinking of this, Sang Rou finally dissipated some of the depression in her heart, and got into the car parked beside her.

When Sang Jiuqing arrived at the place, she realized that it was still a European-style villa with exquisite decoration. The tablecloths and sofas inside were all exquisitely hand-embroidered, and the decoration inside was still very popular with her.

It was the first time she went abroad, and Sang Jiuqing couldn't stand the jet lag, so she went to find a bedroom as soon as she entered the house, and slept until dawn.

When I woke up, I went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette as usual, wearing pajamas and hair, looking at these buildings whose architectural styles are very different from those in China.

Until An Hong called her to have breakfast, she slowly went to the bathroom to tidy herself up, and then went downstairs.

"Tomorrow is Fashion Week. Today you can go out and play. Young Master Bai also called and said that he will come over in the afternoon."

Sang Jiuqing nodded. When she saw the familiar home-cooked dishes, she was almost moved to tears. God knows, what she was most afraid of was that the taste was not suitable, which would make her very depressed.

After breakfast, she went out for a walk, but she didn't expect to have her fans abroad, chasing her all the way, almost exhausted her, and in the end, she was a little panicked, and she stopped to find herself to church.

But sadly, she had already forgotten the way back, so she could only sit on a small chair beside her and scroll through Weibo. After doing this, she spent more than an hour until Boluo City found it.

"How did you come?"

Sang Jiuqing put the phone in his pocket, and before he could react, Bo Luocheng hugged her into his arms, froze for a moment, and then the other party hurriedly took her home, what are you doing?Naturally, do things that adults understand.

However, at night, Bo Luocheng went out, saying that he was meeting an old friend, and no one knew where he went.

Sang Jiuqing prepared the clothes to wear tomorrow, and cleaned them carefully from head to toe.

It was only at that time that she was a little dumbfounded. Looking at the gentleman-like man who kept speaking English in front of her, she regretted why she didn't learn English well.

"He is the fashion designer for this fashion week. He said that there is a model that is very suitable for the body of the oriental people. He is satisfied with your face and asked if you can try it."

Sang Jiuqing was still scratching her ears and cheeks when she heard a gentle male voice next to her. She turned her head and saw a trace of surprise in her eyes.

"Mu Tianwang, long time no see."

Mu Bing raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This woman probably doesn't know the status of the man next to him in the fashion industry. How many people want to get in touch with him, but they can't find a way. I didn't expect that the other party just looked at Sang Jiu today. At the first sight of Qing, he wanted her to be his model.

"Sang Jiuqing, promise him. Many female celebrities have tried their best to get a photo with him. You seem to be lucky today."

Sang Jiuqing looked at the man who was still chattering and nodded. A trace of surprise flashed in the blue pupils of the other party. He took Sang Jiuqing's hand directly and walked towards the fitting room in the backstage.

When Sang Jiuqing saw that dress, she was shocked in place, beautiful...

Apart from this word, she really didn't know what words to use to describe it, besides, it was her favorite bright red color, grand and domineering.

Its design is a bit similar to the ancient dowry, but not all, it just incorporates this Chinese element.

"suitable for you."

Mu Bing followed and walked in. When he saw the woman next to him, the corners of his mouth curled up. This dress was very flamboyant and really suitable for this woman.

Sang Jiuqing took it into the fitting room, and as soon as he came out, he heard Christine sobbing, and he kept spitting out some words.

Mu Bing was also taken aback. Although he knew that this woman was very suitable for this dress, he never thought that the dress would be so graceful and luxurious when she wore it.

"He said it was you, and asked you to wear this to the catwalk and make the grand finale."

Mu Bing was working as a translator in a timely manner, and looked at Sang Jiuqing with a playful look.

Sang Jiuqing was taken aback, but she hadn't been to any show at all. Isn't this a mess? Just as she was about to refuse, Mu Bing spoke again.

"Many people will never have this opportunity in their entire lives. Sang Jiuqing, after this journey, your fame will start to go international."

The words of refusal stuck in his mouth like this. Anyway, there are still two hours before leaving the venue, let's walk, just learn from others. Thinking of this, he agreed happily.