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At this moment, Zhifei only felt that he was desperate for something in his heart, and his whole body was also hot.

"It's so hot..." Zhifei said out almost subconsciously, but the air conditioners were everywhere on site, so it wouldn't be very hot at all.

Seeing all the other models walk out, she walked in the end, but could not take a step forward.

But no, she is the last one, not only has to go out, but also has to go out in the most perfect posture.

It's just that now, I'm completely weak. After only a few steps, my breathing is very rapid, and my hands subconsciously want to tear off the clothes on my body in order to get more coolness.

When the people in the audience looked at Zhifei strangely, Mo Chenyi took a few steps forward and helped Zhifei.

"Chen Yi..." Zhifei's words came out with a sultry and fiery breath.

"Knowing the wrong, hold on." Mo Chenyi can't take her down now, because she has already appeared in everyone's sight.

He whispered: "Sheng Yurou has given you medicine to make you embarrassed. You only have a few minutes in front of the stage, you have to hold on."

After Mo Chenyi finished speaking, he pinched her palm.

Zhifei suddenly became a little sober, and Mo Chenyi's words also restored her sense.

"Hold on." Mo Chenyi whispered, his voice firm.

Zhifei suddenly became sober, and the eyes that had originally wanted to close, also tried to widen.

Although she doesn't know what happened, she knows that Sheng Yurou wants to be sure of herself.

But why would he want Sheng Yurou to look down upon him?

She bit her lip and cheered up, but she was still a little weak and had to support Mo Chenyi.

Mo Chenyi took her hand and walked out together.

He is tall and straight and dressed in formal clothes. Although there is no special modification, his handsome facial features and long body are already very eye-catching.

Zhifei walked by his side. Today, she is not as confident as usual, on the contrary, she has the feeling of being a little birdy, and her eyes are watery, and she is looking forward to flying, looking very sexy, but at the same time. Without losing the beauty.

Mo Chenyi took the knowledge of the fault with him, and after insisting on finishing these five minutes, the knowledge of the fault was already sweating all over.

Suddenly someone in the audience said: "Isn't this Yi Shao? Yi Shao also came to be a model?"

"The company was started by the Mo family's grandmother. Yishao came out to help his wife hold the scene. What's the problem?" Someone immediately retorted the first person's words.

An employee of Sheng Yurou Company said loudly: “But the clothes that Yi Shao wears today are not designed by Jian Zhi Fei. Could it be said that the people on stage can wear whatever clothes they want? Doesn’t this violate the purpose of the clothing festival?”

"You don't need to argue anymore. I don't want to wear the handwriting of Zhifei, which is not only designed by her, but also made by her. However, my exclusive brand is only an exhibition and does not participate in the transaction. Because this is a gift for me." Mo Chenyi said immediately, with a smile on the corner of his lips, but a cold expression between his eyebrows and eyes, looking at the person from Shengyu and Guo Huaijin's company.

Knowledgeable people naturally know that Mo Chenyi is telling the truth. His usual clothes are made by Italian hand-made haute couture, but today's clothes are different from usual in style and design, and they look like simple knowledge and non-company. Handwriting.