Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 332 Counterattack Little Model VS OCD Designer (8)

This short runway seemed to be dozens of miles long. She silently said, "The person I like..."

It was the figure that had been sketched countless times in the dream. It was tall and thin. I don't know if it was her illusion—it seemed that there was Xu Yi in the jury, but why was a designer in the jury?
Very strong.

Tell him Infi... Infi...

Her foot suddenly hurt, her smile froze for a moment, but she shook her body and continued to walk, and it would be fine after walking.

The flashing lights on and off the stage made people very disturbed, as if there was a secret that they didn't want to be seen, just exposed under the dazzling light.

The first round ended quickly, as she thought, she was not there at all in the second round, and even the blond man just didn't ask her name at all.

She still knows some of this kind of inside story, because the people behind it have different powers, and the organizer does not consider the on-the-spot reaction and on-site effect at all, but the decision made after weighing the pros and cons.

All the effects can be done in the later stage, as long as there are writers to carry out proper publicity, everything is not a dream.

Reluctantly peeling off the high heels from her feet, changing back into a tracksuit, and pressing down the brim of her hat again and again, Qing Ning left the competition scene through the escape route—she might as well hack into Xu Yi's computer to find his contact information.

Forget about face-to-face, after all, enough embarrassment in catwalks.

"Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning!"

Someone called her name in a trance, Qing Ning looked back and saw that Yichen was breaking through the siege and running towards her, then she remembered a passage:

"My ideal person is an unrivaled hero. One day he will wear a golden armored suit and step on colorful auspicious clouds, and come to marry me."

Yichen, sincere and honest.

"Xiao Ning, wait a minute, is your leg not able to walk?" Yichen ran over, without asking why she appeared on that stage, "I'll help you, go to the hospital first."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Chen." She knew that she might not be able to hold on, so she didn't refuse any more.

People are more valuable in having self-knowledge.

Although the hospital registration fee is quite expensive.There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the corridor of the hospital, and the temperature of the air conditioner was also turned on very low. It seemed that Qing Ning's foot injury didn't hurt very much, and the temperature was almost the same as ice packs.

There is no bone damage at all, just a sprain and broken skin. The doctor ordered: less exercise, avoid spicy food.

"Xiao Ning, why are you at the competition site?" After applying the medicine, she asked belatedly.

"This... it's just that there is one person missing. I happened to be passing by and was asked to be a substitute." Qing Ning looked at her "pig's trotters" and sighed.

One of the strategies for failure: On the first day when I was able to get up close and personal with the male idol, I lost all my face.

"Sister Chen, actually, I quite like that designer."

"Who?"

"Xu Yi..." Qing Ning said, the makeup on her face hadn't been removed yet, but her ears were already red.

"What kind of vision do you have? Oh my god, that person is notoriously insane... Even if I can't get married in my life, I won't like this kind of person!" Yichen said with an exaggerated expression. , and even touched Tan Qingning's forehead with his hand.

"Child, I advise you to find your way back as soon as possible, otherwise it will be terrible." Yi Chen muttered, not paying attention to the expressions of the people behind him.

"Sister Chen, stop talking." Qing Ning's smile also froze on her face.

"What's the big deal?" a clear male voice asked calmly.

"Hey, maybe I'll be locked up in a dark room, whipped with a whip, or some other punishment..."

　New physical books:
　　"Shi Sheng", "Poison Wood Bible", "Babbitt", "Don Quixote".

　　Children should love reading like Shuai Mo!

　　Good night (oh, today might be a one-man show, it's a toxic Monday).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)