The Pillow of the Bad President

At six o'clock in the evening, when the sunset glowed like fire, the much-anticipated fashion week officially kicked off.

The location was chosen at the largest art center in the city, and it was very lively. Since the afternoon, there were security guards directing the scene at the gate one after another.

Fashion week is a grand event in the industry, and it is also a platform for famous brands and designers to disseminate their works. In addition to people in the circle, it also attracts many stars who watch the show, and the gathering is very star-studded.

With so many brands and designers on display, it's no easy feat to stand out.

At this time, the music in the front stage was melodious, the guests were all seated one by one and chatted happily, and the backstage was in full swing for preparations.

Zhuang Qintong was among them.

She participated in the exhibition on behalf of the brand, and at the same time released the new products of the latest quarter.

After the fashion week is over, designers who perform well will be interviewed by the media, so Zhuang Qintong dressed up very carefully today.

Paired with her burgundy backless dress, eye shadows of the same color fall on the corners of her eyes.

Her demeanor has been strictly trained since she was a child, so her gestures are pleasing to the eye, noble and dignified.

Unlike other designers, Zhuang Qintong is very calm.

In the backstage, there are busy running staff everywhere, as well as models wearing high heels getting ready, orderly despite the hustle and bustle.

At this time, a slender figure emerged from the opposite room.

When passing by Zhuang Qintong, he took the initiative to say hello, "Sister Qintong"

"Xinyue, why are you here?" Zhuang Qintong was a little surprised when he saw Qin Xinyue, and saw the nightgown wrapped around her body, and asked in puzzlement, "You are?"

Qin Xinyue was wearing the uniform of the models.

A rose-pink silk nightgown with no buttons and a belt in the middle for easy putting on and taking off.

Qin Xinyue replied, "I promised to help my sister-in-law in the catwalk tonight."

A trace of jealousy flashed in Zhuang Qintong's eyes.

But she hid it very well, and she couldn't see any clues. She smiled and said, "You mean Miss Hao?"

"Yes" Qin Xinyue nodded, then looked around anxiously, "However, it's really strange, it's about to start, why hasn't anyone seen her yet?"

Qin Xinyue was really anxious.

She promised to help Hao Yan this time, and she was really sincere in burying her suspicions.

In order to maintain a good figure, she has eaten very little these days, and she went to the gym early this morning to push herself up, just to show her best condition and try to give her extra points, but she has not seen her for a long time people.

Zhuang Qintong heard the words, and said in a secretive way, "She may not come."

When a design similar to mine appeared in a magazine published a year ago, everyone would be flustered.

Zhuang Qintong handled this matter beautifully.

She heard the praise for Hao Yan's design from Lin Yin's mouth, which made her quite unwilling. At the same time, she also took care of it, and arranged for an intern in Susan's studio to y out her design drawings, and then use it a little Means, there is that magazine.

The time is there, there is no evidence, and I can only accept my fate because I was unlucky and bumped into someone else's design.

Therefore, Hao Yan is now in a dilemma.

If she either quit participating in the fashion week, or deliberately ignored the magazine and participated in it, Zhuang Qintong would instruct someone to dig out the magazine afterwards, and her situation would also be miserable.

No matter what, this fashion week will not have a place for Hao Yan.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qintong had a strange cold light in the depths of his eyes.

Qin Xinyue looked confused, "Sister Qintong, what did you just say?"

Zhuang Qintong's smile was very kind and clear, he shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, I'm just saying, maybe there's something that's delayed"

Qin Xinyue frowned and stomped her feet anxiously, "Is there anything more important than Fashion Week now? If she doesn't show up again, wouldn't the skylight be opened?"

At this point, Qin Xinyue's eyes suddenly lit up.

She ran forward two steps excitedly, "Sister-in-law, you finally appeared"

Hao Yan, who had just come out of the elevator, tidied up the broken hair hanging from her forehead, and said out of breath, "Sorry, have you been waiting for a long time? There is a traffic jam on the road, cough."

When she said the last, her expression was a little shy and unnatural.

It's all Qin Huainian's fault.

Before going out, he was suddenly thrown onto the big bed

Hao Yan changed into a small beige two-piece suit and a one-step skirt. The design was simple, except for the ink flower embellishment on the cuffs and skirt, there was no extra decoration, it was clean and neat, and it also fit her design theme today.

Because the original smoky purple dress full of immortality has been broken into pieces.

Hao Yan blushed when she thought of it.

Fortunately, Qin Huainian still has a sense of proportion, without Meng Lang, she would not be able to catch up.

Qin Xinyue made a false alarm and said, "It's good that you come, otherwise it will really be too late."

Hao Yan patted her shoulder reassuringly.

She nodded politely at Zhuang Qintong, "Hi, Miss Zhuang."

"Miss Hao" Zhuang Qintong smiled, glanced at the diamond-encrusted watch on his wrist, and said softly, "Your time should be in the second half, and you still have time to prepare. I wish you all the best tonight."

Hao Yan nodded, "Thank you, and bless you too."

Qin Xinyue pulled Hao Yan, "Sister Qintong, let's go get ready first."

"Okay." Zhuang Qintong smiled.

Seeing the figures of the two of them disappear into the opposite room, Zhuang Qintong had a look of astonishment in his eyes.

She was really surprised by Hao Yan's appearance.

Zhuang Qintong didn't expect that Hao Yan would actually dare to come.

Immediately, she realized in a second thought that it seemed that Hao Yan had come here with a fluke mentality, and she didn't want to miss the opportunity of this fashion week.

It's a pity that it will only be worse when the time comes.

If a designer is judged to have plagiarized, his future will be ruined completely, and his spine will be poked.

Zhuang Qintong withdrew his gaze, turned and left gracefully.

After Hao Yan entered the work area, she was extremely serious.

Every design here has been poured into her painstaking efforts, thinking that it will be shown to everyone later, I can't restrain the excitement in my heart.

Although it was a pity for the smoky gray dress that Qin Huainian gave her, the way she was dressed at this time made her work more convenient.

She checked over and over again, personally presenting the ready-to-wear on each model to perfection.

When Hao Yan just changed the high-heeled shoes of one of the models, Susan, who came over with a bundle of clothes, said excitedly, "By the way, Yanzi, I just heard that this fashion week is different from previous years."

Hao Yan asked, "What's the difference?" Susan explained to her, "This time, in order to increase the topic and interest, I played a new trick and got a popular vote. Every guest received a medal when they entered the venue. From time to time, we will vote for our favorite designers and works. Although it is not like a formal competition, we will choose the champion, runner-up and third runner-up, but in the end we will choose the most popular award of the night.”