Nidelanâs May Fashion show was held in a large venue on the eastern outskirts of London. It started at 6 in the evening, but many media reporters, fashion magazines, photographers and designers came here in the morning. In this crowd, the brightest people were undoubtedly the models and stars invited here.
To receive a Nidelan invitation, they must be well-known supermodels or superstars.
The May weather in London was clear and cloudless. Under the blue sky, numerous beautiful and handsome models and stars dressed in various styles and started the street photography of this London fashion show.
In this case, Ming Yu broke through the encirclement and entered the venue from the back entry.
When the tall young man got down from the car, many people noticed his existence. Today, Ming Yu wore a bright yellow thinly knit sweater with a white vest. The extremely bright colour made his skin like delicate and white, seemingly reflecting the light of the sun.
The crowd uttered a sigh of amazement.
For people interested in the fashion industry, what was the most beautiful place in the world?
Tahiti? Basque Country? Provence? Or the Scottish Highlands?
None of them! The most beautiful place in the world was the venue for fashion shows.
Here, they could see models and stars from all over the world. Here, they could see the moment that time stopped and the worldâs most sincere design. It was a fragile beauty that felt like it would be broken as soon as it touched.
They were so beautiful that they felt unreal.
The first stop of a fashion show was naturally the arrival outside the venue.
As the opening model, Ming Yuâs tasks were very heavy. He needed to go backstage earlier than anyone else. Therefore, when the reporters and photographers stopped him to get a photo, Ming Xiaoyu pulled down his sunglasses and let them take a few shots. Then he hurriedly left, leaving Zhao Rui and Luo Ru to handle things.
The handsome and youthful figure moved rapidly through the crowd, his face covered by large sunglasses. The distinctive temperament hat separated him from other people attracted many sights.
Many photographers quietly turned to look at the hurried model and raised their SLRs.
Most of them could only take a photo of Ming Xiaoyuâs thin silhouette, not a frontal photo. But just as Ming Xiaoyu was going to enter the back of the venue, he suddenly heard a voice from the crowd.
âMing Yu!!!â
The youthâs footsteps stopped and he turned with surprise.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Ming Yu entered the venue and still didnât understand. In the end, just who suddenly shouted his name? The shout was so piercing that it could frighten someone into giving birth.
Ming Xiaoyu didnât know that after he entered the venue, a Huaxia journalist proudly looked at the photos in his SLR. He sighed with deep emotions, âFortunately, my sister-in-law is bright and made Ming Yu turn around, heheheâŚâ
At 3 in the afternoon, all 54 Nidelan models arrived at the venue and started getting ready.
Outside, many models and stars were shot in the street before gradually entering.
Dark blue lights illuminated the venue of Nidelanâs May fashion show, creating a mysterious and deep atmosphere. The more famous the people, the later they arrived. Donât misunderstand them as trying to make a big scene. If they arrived late, it was easy to attract the attention of journalists and not give others an opportunity to shine.
Once it was one hour away from the show, the journalists at the entrance of the venue were eagerly awaiting the new arrivals. It was because most of them would be top supermodels or big name designers. Even if it wasnât the first two, they were likely to be famous photographers, stylists, etc.
It was at this time that Cheng Su arrived.
As Cheng Suâs car stopped beside the road, more than a dozen reporters waited for him to get off. Who knew that once Cheng Su got off, the reporters who stare at him with dumbfounded expressions and even forgot to take photos.
Who was this person?
That was the thought of some reporters.
There were some reporters who recognized Cheng Su. After all, he was the latest global spokesperson for Rayleigh Cano. They heard some time ago that Rayleigh Cano was unhappy with Cheng Su, but it didnât cause a big stir in the industry.
Still it didnât matter if they knew who he was. What the hell was he doing right now?
They wanted to shoot photos of top supermodels, top supermodels you know?
You should at least be on the worldâs supermodel rankings.
Well, even if you couldnât make it on the rankings, you should at least be on the supermodels list.
A first-tier model trying to arrive with supermodels, who was he?
Their hearts were half-depressed by Cheng Suâs incomprehensible act, but these reporters still took a few photos of him. At the same time, several reporters who knew him asked about Rayleigh Cano.
It had to be acknowledged that Cheng Suâs look and temperament was really good. He absolutely had the style of a supermodel. However, in the eyes of these reporters, Cheng Su was just a crooked melon and jujube, wasted their time.
This type of depression turned to grief after the dozens of reporters returned to their original positions.
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âAh, you just went to the west. Five minutes ago, Luo Cheng arrived in the east.â
âYes, Luo Cheng from Huaxia.â
âDozens of people surrounded him. I almost couldnât take a photo!â
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