The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

Mr. Milo said boldly: "I will take it as you are praising me, Miss Luoxue."

Everyone laughed.

"Okay, I'm not going to shut up—"

Mr. Milo revealed the answer: "Because the queen lent us the crown, the queen's eldest grandson, Prince Ivan (Ivan), who is now the first heir to the throne, will visit the show in person."

"Prince?" Meng Bao widened his eyes in surprise.

The crown on the head shook, and the makeup artist hurriedly held it with both hands in fright, and carefully put it away: "I will wear it after finishing the shape."

Meng Bao was still in shock.

She has only seen stories about princes and princesses in fairy tale books, and in the end the prince and princess will live happily together.

"The prince will come, so can I see the princess too?"

Meng Baoke was excited: "The prince calls it a bowl, but what is the princess's name? Will it be called a pot, a pot, a scoop or something? It's really humorous for foreigners to name it!"

"Hahaha!"

Meng Bao's childish speech made everyone bend over with laughter.

Luo Xue explained to Meng Bao: "The prince's name is Iwan, not Yiwan, it's a personal name."

After all, he also told Meng Bao the English alphabet of Ivan.

Meng Bao regretted: "Meng Bao doesn't know English yet, but I will keep it in my mind first. I can learn English next time Master teaches me."

Speaking of this, Meng Bao felt a little pity.

Originally, I was going to learn English this week, but Master came to Paris yesterday, and Meng Bao came to Paris today, so there is no time for tutoring.

Fortunately, Meng Bao got busy soon, leaving her no time to think about her little worries.

The show will start at [-] o'clock, and Meng Bao needs to make up, do styling, and wear costumes.

Before that, he had to go to the stage to practice in the show, and Meng Bao was so busy that he couldn't fly.

When Meng Bao came to the runway, many models looked at this beautiful and lovely little oriental girl curiously.

"Oh, who is this? Mr. Milo actually held her hand himself?"

"I heard that this is the only small Asian model in our children's clothing section."

"So there are really Asian models? But she has never been here before, and this is about to start, so she came here to get familiar with the stage?"

"Isn't it? This is too childish."

"Could it be that Mr. Milo was forced? Oh, my talented Mr. Milo, what kind of coercion did I have to use such a small model?"

……

Just as he was talking, he saw Mr. Milo, who was "a last resort", showing a row of teeth in a smile on his always elegant face.

Wherever he looked, the young Asian model who came to walk the stage for the first time actually walked in a decent way, full of aura.

And with the increase in the number of times she practiced, she soon walked perfectly.

It took less than a quarter of an hour from start to finish.

All the models were dumbfounded. For a while, everyone put away their contempt and speculation, and their eyes were full of admiration and even admiration.

This is the way it is in this industry. The heroes don't ask where they come from, let alone their age.

Whoever walks well and has strength will be respected.

Feeling gazes from all directions, and realizing that the ones looking at him are all beautiful sisters, the always generous Meng Bao was a little shy and covered his face with his hands.

After a while, she moved her hand away, revealing a slit, and found that everyone was still looking at her!

Westerners are different from the implicitness of Easterners, their eyes are straight and very warm.

Meng Bao's face was burning hot when she was watched, but she felt the kindness, so she mustered up her courage and responded to the beautiful sisters with a smile.

Suddenly there was a sound of breathing.

Cute children are not uncommon, but a child who is so talented, capable, and cute and shy is like a little rose budding with dew in the morning, so precious!

Oh god, this is too charming!

The models couldn't bear it any longer, they rushed forward, hugged Xiang Bao one by one, and offered their sweet kisses.

"Don't be afraid, Mengbao. This is the French way of greeting each other. The sisters like you so much that they greet you like this."

Meng Bao nodded in confusion, but with so many sisters, does she want to kiss each of them?

Fortunately, at this time, the stylist came to urge Meng Bao to put on makeup, and Meng Bao quickly blew a kiss to the model sisters.

"See you later, Mr. Milo, sister models."

Seeing Meng Bao running away, the models were shocked again.

"This little cutie must have grown up in France, right? Her spoken language is so pure."

"Oh my god, this baby-sounding French is really nice!"

Mr. Millor replied: "No, Mengbao is an authentic Chinese rose. As for French, she has only studied it for two hours."

The models thought he was joking, so they laughed.

Mr. Milo, who is always serious at work, is so humorous, which is really rare.

Milo didn't explain, he believed in Mengbao.

This child is amazingly talented, and she can learn how to act as a model. With her, nothing is impossible.

A model thought of something, covered her lips and exclaimed: "Ah, the queen's crown is not lent to this Lemon Bao, is it?"

Milo nodded: "That's right."

"I remembered, Mr. Milo, the finale little model you held in Huaguo was Mengbao, right?"

"Oh my god, it's her!"

"No wonder you can come so late, this kid is so outstanding!"

At that time, the video of Meng Bao's catwalk was a hot search. Later, Ji's family felt that Meng Bao had just been found, he was still young, and he didn't want to be too high-profile, so he changed the video to a blurred face.

Lemon Bao's information was also kept confidential, and the celebrities at the scene also tactfully did not reveal anything to the outside world.

So now, everyone is wondering who the finale model for Mr. Milo is.

Mr. Milo did not deny it.

"It turned out to be her, my God, this child is really a gift from God!"

In the shadow of the catwalk, stood a boy wearing a peaked cap. The brim of the cap was pressed down to the bridge of the nose, revealing only his delicate chin.

He listened to the discussions of the models, and thoughtfully glanced at the direction in which Meng Bao left.

Is that the little girl who will wear grandma's crown on the catwalk?

The boy shrugged his handsome and straight shoulders, thinking that he was supercilious, that is, he looked cute.

nothing special.

"Prince, why are you here?"

Several bodyguards rushed over quickly, wiping the sweat off their foreheads: "You promised the queen that you would not run around, and, the queen said, please change into this suit when you watch the show later..."

Prince Ivan raised his head, revealing a face favored by God.

The golden hair fell through the brim of the hat and fell on the deep eye sockets.

A pair of charming olive green eyes made him look mysterious and noble, but at this moment, there was a hint of rebellion and impatience in them.