Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

At the front desk, Zhan Zifeng's show had already begun.    

There were only two shows at the scene, one with Zhan Zifeng as the main designer.    

The other was a design show with Zhan Yeling as the representative.    

Xiong Miao represented Zhan Yeling's side.    

Zhan Zifeng's design show was placed first.    

Fashion and moving music started playing.    

All of the tall foreign beauties were wearing stylish clothes as they walked on the stage.    

Xiong Miao saw Zhan Zifeng's work on the screen at the backstage of Norda.    

The design was grand, fashionable, bold in color, and it was a combination of red and yellow. It did not feel out of place at all. As expected of her university teacher.    

Compared to Zhan Zifeng's colorful work, her work was much lighter.    

Because her works were based on black and white.    

Xiong Miao looked at Zhan Zifeng's work and felt a little uncertain.    

Very quickly, Zhan Zifeng's work was finished.    

There was a round of applause from the audience. A few foreign businessmen were scrambling to buy his work.    

Zhan Zifeng sat next to Zhan Yeling. He still had that warm smile on his face. He looked at Zhan Yeling and said, "Second brother, we can understand if you quit now. In such a short period of time, you have come up with an outstanding design. It wasn't easy. After all, you don't come from a design school. "    

What he meant was that he had already won.    

Zhan Yeling didn't even give him the corner of his eye. His deep eyes were placed on the platform. "The tone of a teacher is always so arrogant. Don't tell me you have never taught your students? What do you mean by there is always someone better than you and there is always someone better than you? "    

Zhan Yeling was neither fast nor slow. His casual tone made the corners of Zhan Zifeng's mouth turn a little dark.    

After the model from Zhan Zifeng's team left, it was Zhan Yeling's team's model who went on stage immediately.    

The music did not seem to be moving fast in the previous match. It was quiet and melodious, giving people a comfortable feeling.    

It was as if they had been working hard in a busy city for a whole day. After a busy day, they suddenly heard the relaxing and soothing music, which made them feel relaxed and relaxed.    

In the relaxed music, the model slowly went on stage.    

The first to go on stage was the model wearing a white Lotus Dress. She moved the texture of the white lotus leaves to a subtle extent.    

Then, she wore a tight black dress, like a lotus root that had just come out of the mud and was wrapped in mud. It was sexy and not flamboyant. It meant that she had come out of the mud without being stained. Her body was not hot, but it showed the meaning of a woman's cleanliness and beauty.    

As the model went on the show, the scene was very quiet. No one said anything. Everyone's eyes were on the work, and no one could move their eyes away from it.    

That quiet and elegant music also allowed people to immerse themselves in the comfort zone.    

The combination of black and white, the design of black and white, and the vintage lighting made the entire venue seem like it was immersed in the infancy cleansing of lotus leaves and lotus roots.    

That ordinary color was used so perfectly by the designer. It was fashionable and low-profile.    

At the final finale of the show, everyone saw a woman from China wearing a white silk dress surrounded by lotus flowers walking out. Her chest was designed with lotus petals, which were exposed. It just so happened that the woman's smooth collarbone and slender white arms were exposed on the outside. It was as if a lotus flower had given birth to a person.    

This person was as beautiful as a lotus flower. She was young and inexperienced, and her fair skin revealed the pink of the human body.    

How pleasing to the eye, how touching.    

Xiong Miao wore the clothes she designed and walked on the stage according to her own style.    

She was from China and her skin color was different from that of a foreigner. Her skin was white with a hint of red, which made the white evening dress look even more vivid.    

The lotus flowers were originally white with a hint of red, immature and not flamboyant.    

Her straight black hair was slightly rolled up. She was so beautiful that it was natural and stunning.    

The people in the back seat were so excited that they stood up.