The best interpretation of fashion is clothing. The director led the guests to the backstage of the fashion week, and the first task to complete was to control the advanced and fashionable clothing.
The two groups with the same level just scored were catwalk, and the other two groups were PK.
As soon as he arrived backstage, Song Joy was like a curious baby looking at the dazzling array of strange costumes and had a sense of curiosity.
songhuanleWow, I love this one!
Song Joy pointed at a shark inflatable one-piece dress and said excitedly. It was a gray inflatable dress, and there was a shark headband on the model's head. Because she was not tall enough, Zhang Han kindly took it off for her.
songhuanleThank you, John
Song Joy took the headband to thank him, and then carefully brought it to her head. Because there was no mirror, she had to raise her eyes and ask Zhang Han:
songhuanleDoes it look good?
The round face was full of anticipation, Zhang Han nodded and replied seriously:
"Hmm, it's cute"
Looking at the two of them discussing clothing together, Cai Xukun, who was not far away, curled his mouth, and his figure seemed a little bleak.
caixukunWhat's cute, it's clearly swollen...
Cai Xukun felt jealous for the first time because he couldn't eat grapes and said that the grapes were sour. He didn't know why, but he was a little upset when he saw Song Joy standing with other men.
I've been really unhappy since I woke up today.
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The recording scene was transferred to the film and television city in Zhengzhou at noon. Everyone was arranged into a ballroom room full of national style. Looking at the roses on the flour plate, Song Joy had already guessed that in the next game, the flour would definitely come in handy.
After the director briefly described the rules, everyone went to prepare for the change of clothes before the game. Song Joy watched the staff of the props group pull a large box of roses over, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at Cai Xukun sitting in the corner resting chair
Why does he look so listless today?
songhuanleSister, can you give me a rose?
Song Joy asked sweetly to the staff lady holding the rose.
Anyone can't stand her calling her sister, and sure enough, she got a white rose after a casual coquettish.
It was the same color as the dress Song Joy was wearing today. He carefully stroked its branches and leaves, and Song Joy lifted it up and looked at it carefully. Well, today she will temporarily incarnate into a rose fairy.
songhuanleWhat's wrong with you?
Her voice suddenly came in his ear, Cai Xukun was stunned for a moment, and then looked up at Song Joy who was sitting next to him.
After he finished speaking, he leaned aside and moved a little away from her.
songhuanleFine? Then why do you look wronged Baba? Did anyone bully you?
caixukunI like it, do you want to take care of it?
Why does this sound so familiar?
songhuanleOkay, okay, don't want to tell me, forget it, this is what I'm coming for, for you
As she said, she gave Cai Xukun the white rose in her hand, and her tone seemed to be a little embarrassed and shy:
songhuanleI saw a blue rose on your album. I thought you like roses, right? But there is no blue one here, so I picked one for you...
Song Joyful slowly explained to him. Seeing him look down at the rose in his hand without saying a word made her feel awkward.
songhuanleI didn't curse you... White roses aren't just for funerals...
Song Joy felt that the explanation became more and more confusing. She muttered in a low voice, holding the skirt with her little hand and looking a little nervous. She wanted to tell Cai Xukun but didn't dare to say it. In the end, she felt really uncomfortable holding back, so she had to use a particularly low voice to say:
songhuanleIn fact, the flower language of white roses is still a confession of love, with the meaning of "I am enough to match you"...
