Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

It was still some time before the show started. When Jiang Nuantang and Meng Qian entered the show, there were still many seats under them that were not filled.

There are busy workers everywhere.

Meng Qian saw Jiang Nuantang's eyes directed towards a small door.

Consider the reminder:

"That should be the model's dressing room."

Jiang Nuantang raised his eyebrows:

"Go and see."

It's not quite right to say it's a dressing room.

It's just a small place connected to the catwalk.

Except for the fact that during the transition, in order to save unnecessary time, the models stay together, there will basically be ordinary models without independent dressing rooms.

At this time, more than a dozen little models were crowded into this small and cramped space, and they were very busy.

Even when he saw someone pushing the door open, he didn't turn his head. It wasn't until that slim figure appeared in the mirror that he couldn't help but turn his peripheral vision.

Who is this guy?

Is it a temporary model?

This thought came to mind, and everyone present felt a sense of crisis in their hearts.

Before anyone could say anything.

Tian Yahui, who was in the independent dressing room inside, came out with a sullen face and shouted in a bad tone:

"Where's the makeup artist? Come over quickly and fix it up for me——"

Before the last word "makeup" came out, Tian Yahui's voice stopped abruptly.

Her eyes fell on the woman at the door, and she was very sure that the woman was the person she met in the shopping mall a few days ago.

The distance between the two is not close, but even so, Tian Yahui can tell with her model's instinct and intuition that the other person's body, whether it is a dress or jewelry, is far beyond her.

If two people were on the stage together, there would be no doubt that she would be the one who was beaten.

what happened?

Could this be today’s finale model?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Tian Yahui killed it.

No, no, she knew all the famous models, but this one was not on the list at all.

Jiang Nuantang looked up and saw that Tian Yahui was wearing a catwalk style today, and her makeup was not ordinary, it could even be said to be a bit exaggerated.

Maybe it doesn't look out of place on stage, but off stage, it looks a bit strange.

But Jiang Nuantang didn't say anything.

After briefly scanning the other person's face, his eyes moved away again.

At the same time, a staff member walked over from the side with a red face, holding a mobile phone and looking shy:

"Can I take a picture with you?"

The staff mustered up their courage and walked up to Jiang Nuantang. Unfortunately, before Jiang Nuantang agreed, Tian Yahui took the lead and grabbed the prize.

"It's working time now, who allowed you to do your own personal things?"

"I……"

The staff member turned pale and wanted to say that he had done his part and took a photo with the other person, so it wouldn't take long.

But was interrupted by Tian Yahui.

"What am I?"

Tian Yahui raised her chin and said sarcastically:

"The organizer did not invite you to come, so that you can shirk and avoid doing business and seek personal gain for yourself."

It was probably new grudges combined with old grudges. Tian Yahui didn't care whether what she said might offend others or not, she just dealt with it head-on.

He scolded the people around him so much that they didn't dare to speak back.

But after he finished speaking, he met Jiang Nuantang's clear and insightful eyes.

Tian Yahui couldn't help but feel her breath stagnant, and the discomfort of having her heart pinched or being crushed came back again.

Her eyes fell on Jiang Nuantang again. It was clear that pure white was the most common style in such a venue where many costumes were gathered.

When worn on the other person's body, it was dazzlingly white, making her whole body shine, as if it was tailor-made for her.