Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Friday night.

A super luxurious and beautiful catwalk is built on the top roof of the super high building in the center of the city.

Because this is a national fashion show, it is the first time that it is held separately from a foreign show, and it has attracted attention at home and abroad.

Many foreign fashion designers were invited to come and support together.

On the show floor, the models were nervously sitting in the rest area behind the scenes.

Qiao An'an and Leng Yincheng checked the advertisements on the spot, and cooperated with other staff to check the work problems in the venue from time to time.

Of course, as one of the person in charge of the show, Song Shengang, together with Yan Su, was constantly being interviewed by media reporters.

And Leng Defeng was wearing a white suit and a black bow tie, walking in the show with a happy face, greeting the guests who came and went.

Soon the guest seats were full, and many people chose to stand around the show, quietly waiting for the catwalk.

Qiao Anan watched everyone's eyes almost fall on Leng Defeng, standing in the corner of the roof with Leng Yincheng, he couldn't help but sigh.

"He really knows how to grab. If today's big show is very successful, many people will unconsciously give the credit to him."

Leng Yincheng looked at the person not far away with a calm expression, and spoke coldly.

"I don't care. We came up with the idea, and Song Shengang was the first operator. It's impossible for Leng Defeng to take all the credit."

"Fortunately, someone else has a share of the pie." Qiao Anan embraced her arms, thinking about the runway show above, as well as the works of their fashion design department, she must do it well no matter what.

Strive to win everyone's applause with quality.

Of course, their sixth sense is also very strong, how could Leng Defeng do the catwalk quietly?

Naturally, the abacus was set on them!

"After the show, go say hello to Song Shengang and try to get him to design a dress with you as inspiration!"

Leng Defeng quietly instructed Li Nanxian.

Li Nanxian looked at the mirror in front of him expressionlessly, and straightened out her catwalk attire.

"I have no problem, but if this dress is designed, which brand will it be for?"

He is not just an ordinary catwalk show today, it is a catwalk show combining fashion and taekwondo, not only to complete the work at hand, but also to promote his taekwondo gym.

Leng Defeng laughed out loud.

"Of course it's for my company. You can't give Joan Ann the brand they are in charge of, right? There are so many fashion designers in the company, and each department has a different division of labor."

"Okay, I see." Li Nanxian looked up at the large LED screen in front of him while speaking.

Yu Le was still talking, and broadcast the promotional video of their Taekwondo gym on the show.

It looks pretty good.

And at this time, Lin Jingyu also walked over, checking the field affairs.

Seeing Li Nanxian and the other models, he took advantage of the situation and gave some advice.

"There are many important guests at the scene today. We must not make mistakes when we step on the spot. In addition, when you walk off the runway, you all go to the rest area over there to wait. Mr. Yu may take you to meet other CEO of a media company."

In addition to some well-known domestic models, some of the models on the catwalk today are contracted by Leng Defeng himself.

"Ok, no problem."

The models all agreed.

Seeing, the catwalk officially began.

Qiao An'an and Leng Yincheng sat behind the guest seats and watched quietly.

But at this time, Lin Jingyu was busy working behind the scenes, and he was finally relieved to be free.

But the mood is heavy.

Seeing Qiao An'an and Leng Yincheng sitting together, I feel very uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Yu Le also recruited Li Nanxian to be a model.

Do you want to target Leng Yincheng and Qiao Anan like this?

Will Joan Ann misunderstand herself?
Holding the red wine, Qiao Anan stared intently at the models on the stage. When one of the models came out wearing a long ink-wash style dress, she suddenly sat up excitedly.

"Leng Yincheng, take a quick look, this is the clothes I designed! Don't look at it as simple! I have modified the ink-and-wash pattern hundreds of times! This is Song Shengang's work that I keep calling back over and over again!"

Thinking about the changes back then, I almost vomited, and looking at it now, everyone was amazed, and instantly felt that everything was worth it.

Leng Yin admitted that he really appreciated it.

"I like the cloak on you very much. It looks heroic and has the gentle beauty unique to women."

"Really? That's how I imagined it at the time! Women can be tough or soft, and they can be charming!" Qiao Anan recorded a video with her mobile phone.

Everyone quietly watched the catwalk.

All the on-site effects looked good, and the foreign fashion designers kept applauding.

Song Shengang even faced the media camera, smiling and telling his plan.

"Next, I will try my best to create a national style design, and carry forward our excellent traditional culture! Pass it down from generation to generation!"

Qiao An'an and Leng Yincheng walked behind the show, and when they heard these words, they smiled happily at each other.

Not far from the opposite side, Li Nanxian looked at the figures of these two people, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the catwalk.

Different from other fashion models, when Li Nanxian walked to the front of the catwalk, it took him one second longer to show his movements than others.

A neat kick!Simply hit the ground!
Walking with a fierce aura!
He looks like a martial artist!
When the little women in the guest seat watched, they couldn't help but stare.

"This model is really handsome! I've never seen it before!"

Even Qiao An'an saw it, and felt that such a senior brother was shining.

What they didn't know was that before Li Nanxian took the stage, Leng Defeng specially asked him to show the characteristic moves of Taekwondo in front of the guest seats.

So, seeing this scene, Song Shengang couldn't help frowning.

Qiao Anan also felt that something was wrong, and stopped together with Leng Yincheng, quietly looking at the senior brother on the runway.

At this time, Song Shengang was very angry and walked towards the side of the roof.

Yu Le was sitting on the high chair there, drinking red wine with his old friends.

Song Shengang stood in front of Yu Le and pointed at the catwalk angrily.

"Is this the amateur model you are looking for? Has a good image and temperament?"

Yu Le smiled apologetically at his old friends, got off the high chair, and moved two steps towards the open space next to him.

"Is the image not good? If it wasn't because there are too many models, I might have put Lin Jingyu on the stage together. Both of them were well-known school girls when they were in school."

Song Shengang immediately frowned: "Do you think holding the first domestic fashion show is child's play?"

Qiao Anan looked at it from a short distance, and felt a thump in his heart.