It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

In the afternoon, Lin Jiaan and Gao Jie returned to the hotel, accompanied by two staff from the Lord brand.

The hotel that He Zishu and the others stayed in is located in the busiest stage of Paris. It is close to the venue, with excellent privacy and high price. Whether it is the retro appearance or the service inside the hotel, it is very suitable for Lord's own style.

The hotel is fully contracted by the Lord brand. In addition to the rooms for inviting guests, it is also equipped with its own service room.

The service room is located on the top floor of the hotel. All personnel have to swipe a special ID card to enter and exit. From entering to leaving, they have to go through a security gate.

Whether it is scale, layout or security measures, it is a must.

Xiao Zhou thought it was too cumbersome at first, until he followed He Zishu and the others to the top floor.

Every service room is signed on the wooden doorplate with the unified logo of Lord.

Xiao Zhou followed step by step, but still couldn't control his eyes, he looked over one by one.

Walking through a room, the footsteps pause.

Walk through another room and pause again.

When I finally saw the words "APEX", my whole body was already stiff.

Since he entered Leqing, he has been following "APEX".

As the ceiling of Leqing's resources, he has never seen any fashion week or brand show.

But this time, Lord is too exaggerated.

"Xiao Zhou? Xiao Zhou? Come back to your senses, what are you thinking?" Xie Muran stretched out his hand, shaking in front of Xiao Zhou: "I have been absent-minded since I entered the door, what's wrong?"

Xiao Zhou took a deep breath: "Brother, are the names written on those house numbers real people?"

Xie Muran thought for a while and said, "It should."

Xiao Zhou opened his mouth several times to speak, but finally he could only say: "Are these people here for the catwalk?"

Xie Muran smiled: "We are actually not professional."

Xiao Zhou hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, brother, I didn't mean that, I was just...surprised."

The list of artists attending Lord Fashion Week has not been officially announced, but foreign media have used various means to find out that the lineup is similar, otherwise there will be no "APEX" fans at the airport this morning.

But in most people's minds, the people on these lists should appear in the audience, in the seats of the show, not on the catwalk.

But when they checked into the hotel, Lord's staff had said that the hotel was not big, and the people who were arranged here were all entertainers who were invited to the show, and the guests who watched the show were in another hotel.

Both parties have signed a non-disclosure agreement, so that they don't have to worry about security issues.

Xiao Zhou didn't know how to describe his current mood.

If you have to use a metaphor, that is, there are more than 30 "APEX" on the top floor.

Because the names on those house numbers are all people at the top of the topic pyramid.

If there is a saying of top traffic in foreign countries, then both rows are.

In addition to idol singers and actors, there are also all kinds of second-generation celebrities and second-generation rich people. If you just pull out a few, you can get on the search list.

At this moment, there was a sudden "beep" sound outside the door.

Several people followed the prestige and saw Gao Jie walking in.

Gao Jie snorted: "This floor is not cheap."

Xiao Zhou: "Brother, who are the people in the show, didn't you know before?"

Gao Jie nodded: "Well, the organizer didn't say anything."

Xiao Zhou turned on the phone screen: "Look, there are also follow-up reports in China. Wherever the foreign media squatted at the airport, it was immediately uploaded to the Internet, and then transferred to China in real time. The following posts followed a lot, and they were all guessing the fashion week lineup. But brother, why did Lord invite all artists for this show? Are there no professional models?"

"Yes, probably not many." Gao Jie said slowly: "Lord wants topicality, not professionalism. With their financial strength, it is more than enough to hire a whole show of supermodels. For those who follow the fashion circle, I know the weight of it, and I know that Lord has put in a lot of effort, but for people who don't pay much attention to the fashion circle, the recognition is not high enough."

After Gao Jie finished speaking, Xie Muran suddenly reported a series of names, and then looked at Xiao Zhou: "Do you know them all?"

Xiao Zhou shook his head.

He Zishu smiled, and explained: "When you just walked over, the first few rooms on the right are their rooms, and they are all first-line models."

How can Xiao Zhou not know what Lord's intention is now.

He is one of the "people who don't pay much attention to the fashion circle" in Gao Jie's mouth.

Lu Jinchen sat next to He Zishu, and their fingertips touched as they moved.

Lu Jinchen frowned: "Why is it so cold, is it cold?"

He Zishu shook his head: "It's not cold."

Lu Jin heard the words deeply, got up and walked to the window, and pulled the curtain aside.

Sunlight poured in through the gap.

The color is very light, and it falls crookedly on the white velvet sofa.

The sunshine in this season is not even considered warm, but most of the cold feeling has dissipated.

He Zishu and Xie Muran on the sofa squinted their eyes comfortably when the sun shone on them.

Lu Jinchen walked over, and He Zishu leaned into his arms very naturally.

Xie Muran, Given, and Xiao Zhou seemed to be invisible, and they swiped their phones by themselves, only Gao Jie had a twitching vein on his forehead.

He Zishu felt a burning gaze, blinked his eyes, raised his eyes, and bumped into Gao Jie.

He Zishu: "..."

He Zishu pursed his lips, moved in Lu Jin's arms, and was about to get up.

But Lu Jinchen felt that the person in his arms wanted to run away, so he reached out and hugged him even tighter.

He Zishu didn't dare to look up at Gao Jie anymore, so he changed the subject stiffly: "Brother Jie, where's Sister An?"

Gao Jie took a deep breath: "Waiting for the styling team downstairs, the team of "SUN" magazine has also cooperated many times, and they are familiar with each other."

"All of you get ready," Gao Jie said, and cast a glance at Lu Jinchen: "Pay attention."

"After the styling is done, I have to go to the show to try on the clothes first, and there may be some details that need to be changed."

The styling on the day of the show was designed by Lord's clothing team. It took a year in advance to tailor it for the artist. From clothing to accessories, the level of sophistication can be imagined.

Outsiders may think that fashion week can rely on one look to get a week of popularity.

But for artists who can be invited to such occasions, everyone knows that fashion week is not as simple as just a catwalk.

It is true that the catwalk is the main event, but before the main event, there is an opening scene.

To be more strict, after the main event, there will be a grand finale.

No matter which one, it is not an existence that can be taken lightly.

That's why Gao Jie sprayed the spray on Xie Muran's face before getting off the plane.

Because from the moment we got off the plane, from the moment the camera was turned on, Fashion Week has already started.

There is even a well-known saying in the industry that winning fashion week on the runway is worse than winning on the street.

Because the show is blessed by various external conditions such as lighting and music, even if there are some flaws, it can be covered up, but if you win on the street, you can really catch the camera.

Therefore, in addition to fighting for the artist's own foundation, fashion week also has to fight for styling teams and photographers.

Gao Jie looked at the time: "We just came back from the show, and now several chief designers and management of Lord are here."

Given frowned: "Is it already here today?"

Gao Jie: "Well, there may be a temporary reception in the evening, many artists will go there, there are quite a lot of people gathered, and the streets outside are full of media."

"The reception is actually just a cover. In order to warm up the fashion week, the news was released on purpose. The main purpose is to take some modeling first."

As Gao Jie said, he walked straight in from the door.

The layout of the hotel room is very large, bypassing the nave are two decorative walls with floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

Xiao Zhou couldn't help being curious, and followed Gao Jie into the room, and didn't stop until he reached the cloakroom.

As Gao Jie walked, he turned on the glass lamp at the top, and it was lit all the way to the end.

Finally, with a "snap", I don't know what switch was pressed, and a row of wardrobes and drawers in front of Xiao Zhou, one after another, one after another, slowly opened.

When Xiao Zhou saw the whole picture clearly, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak at all.

Belts, cufflinks, brooches, ties, suits... Even sunglasses have a whole drawer.

He originally thought that this floor was forbidden to pass through, and the security was so tight to ensure the artist's personal safety.

Looking at it now, he feels that the purpose of those various measures may be more specific, more objective, and more powerful-to protect the property safety of artists.

He didn't even dare to calculate how much the contents of their room alone were worth.

Xiao Zhou swallowed: "Brother, is it just us, or is it like this on this floor???"

What kind of cloakroom is this? It's a treasury! ! !

Gao Jie crossed his hands and folded them on his chest: "What do you think?"

Xiao Zhou's voice trembled: "All, all like this?!"

Gao Jie's tone was vicissitudes: "Didn't I say that this floor is not cheap."

Gao Jie sighed, and said again: "So don't wander around, it's right to prohibit other people from passing, and you are responsible for each other. If you lose something, let's not say who will pay and how much it will pay. It may not be clear."

Xiao Zhou only dared to look at it from a distance, not dare to look at it, strictly controlled the distance, walked around the cloakroom, and asked, "Brother, where did these come from?"

Gao Jie: "Some are gifts from brands, most of them are my own."

Xiao Zhou: "So a few days ago, sister An flew to France just for this?"

Gao Jie nodded: "She is worried about handing it over to others."

"Brother Jie, Sister An is here!"

The two were talking, when Xie Muran's voice suddenly sounded outside.

Because the cloakroom is a bit deep, Xie Muran's voice lingers here, with a layered sense of echo.

Xiao Zhou followed Gao Jie like a little quail.

Don't dare to move at all.

He Zishu was a little amused: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Zhou's soul came out of his body, and he looked straight at him like a robot, and said, "Brother, I'm so cheap."

This time it wasn't just He Zishu, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at Xiao Zhou.

He Zishu almost thought he heard it wrong: "Huh?"

Gao Jie explained: "I just came out of the cloakroom, please forgive me."

The styling team who had just been taken by Lin Jiaan laughed when they heard the words: "It's normal, I can understand."

These clothes and accessories are all arranged by them one by one. Even if they participated in the whole process, they also received a strong visual impact.

"The reception at night is temporary, so it doesn't need to be too exaggerated, and don't have visual repetition with the next look, just go for the black style."

"Cabinets 2 and 5 are open, you go and pick them."

"Simple styles are also used for brooches."

……

In the early hours of the morning in China, a news called #APEXLord Fashion Week# was published, which not only rushed into the hot search, but also rose in the ranking at a very fast speed.

At first, the fans thought it was a marketing account that was not stopping anymore. They made a fuss about the fan pick-up in the morning. They clicked in and wanted to show them a screenshot of the chat, but it turned out that the largest entertainment official blog in China had posted a video .

The cover of the video is a retro-decorated hotel ring door with a short red carpet in front of the door.

Fans are a little puzzled.

Isn't Fashion Week five days away?Why is there news now?

But the official blog will not release a video for no reason, so I hurriedly clicked in.

The shot on the cover only appeared for three seconds before the shot turned.

The security not far away directed the people on both sides to evacuate while running forward.

Immediately after that, four black commercial vehicles appeared in the shot.

The speed of the car was not fast, it bypassed a small flower bed and stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

The fans had a vague guess in their hearts.

When the car came to a complete stop, a group of staff in uniform ran out from the corner and stopped in front of the four cars.

The door opened slowly.

The first thing to appear in the camera is a pair of calves wrapped in a black suit. As the camera moves up, it scans the bandage-style faceted black ring on the index finger, the crystal brooch on the chain, and finally freezes on He Zishu's face.

The camera changed again, He Zishu, Lu Jinchen, Givenchy, and Xie Muran were all standing in front of the car.

All four of them were wearing suits with long trench coats on them.

The sound of the video was a bit messy. Apart from the sound of the shutter, there were many screams, but the four of them didn't seem to be affected at all. Their expressions were indifferent and cold, and their aura instantly went wild.

Although it was early in the morning, the number of viewers had skyrocketed.

[I'm in a hurry! ! ! !Congratulations to the four presidents!Welcome to the four bosses! ! ! 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !I'm crazy I'm really crazy! ! !Mr. He!It's my beloved Mr. He! ! !Little Marshmallow Creamer is closed today!It's the big devil!It's the big devil!This leg!This face!This look!Who else is more aggressive than my ALPHA group! ! ! 】

[Wori!Also let people sleep!How can I sleep with this? !How to sleep! ! ! 】

Fans are wide awake.

The rankings of hot searches kept rising, and the four fan groups and Chaohua Square all exploded.