Chapter 208: difference between people

Chapter 208 The difference between people

CG company's artist appearance has successfully aroused the curiosity of netizens.

The popularity of BAS rose instead of falling, and it also drove other people in the entire company to follow suit.

The hottest topic among them is the boss of CG.

#每日一梦# I am the boss of CG, and this topic has aroused a lot of discussion.

—It is the degree to which you will wake up with a smile in your dreams.

—I am Shi Yang's pig! Please come to my wedding with Shi Yang on Saturday.

—So many people, I can not repeat the same for a week [love tongue out]

—Suggestion to say that you are a good-looking party, look at the boss profile, [attachment]

Among the wild and unruly comments, a blogger with a lot of fans made a speech that attracted everyone's attention.

It was a piece of information about Murong Qiao. She didn't deliberately hide her identity, and as the owner of the company, Murong Qiao's name was on the company.

You never know the full extent of things until you see them.

—Boss or college student? ! It hurts my heart to be so good-looking and not be an artist as a boss...

—As a college student, she started a company to recruit beautiful men, but I was playing games while waiting to die.

—When I saw her, I thought I could do it myself, until I saw that she was the top student in the college entrance examination, and my heart died again. Is this the ups and downs of life?

—People really can’t be the same, she went to college to earn money and become a boss, and I’m still crying with my mother for living expenses [Salted Fish]

After Murong Qiao's identity was announced, it can be said that one stone caused a thousand waves, especially many people who are also college students were envious, and they froze to speak.

Young and promising, flourishing age beauty and other labels have been attached to Murong Qiao, and many invitations to variety shows have been sent to the company.

Jiang Chi thought it would be BAS or Shi Yang and other artists, but after watching more than half of the invitations, he was a little bit dumbfounded. Half of these invitations were for Murong Qiao.

"Invite me?" Murong Qiao was also a little dazed when he heard about it.

Jiang Chi put all the invitations he selected on Murong Qiao's desk, and one of the invitation letters was placed directly at Murong Qiao's hand.

"The young master entrusted me to deliver this invitation letter to you." Jiang Chi explained.

Murong Qiao opened the envelope curiously, the wax seal was high-quality, and the envelope also had a bit of herbal fragrance.

After opening the envelope, a string of English letters jumped out on the paper, and the bronzing and elegant handwriting was particularly respectful and stylish.

"Fashion Week?" She opened the envelope and read the invitation softly.

Jiang Chi was a little dazed when he saw Murong Qiao, and explained why. "I heard that there will be a catwalk show at Fashion Week recently, which can be regarded as the biggest show this year."

A show of this scale will only invite some top-notch ladies. Jiang Chi has only heard about it, and he has never been in. Murong Qiao was invited this time because of his status as the daughter of Murong.

"During the catwalk, you can see many unreleased designs by designers, and many out-of-print high-end designs will also be placed on the booth. After the end, the best designer will be selected at the booth to present the award." Jiang Chi said roughly process.

Murong Qiao nodded, "I remember."

After hearing the scene introduced by Jiang Chi, Murong Qiao also wanted to go, thinking that he is an entertainment company, and it is not a bad thing to broaden his horizons and get in touch with fashion.

After a busy day at the company, Murong Qiao, who had finally finished handling all kinds of affairs, couldn't help stretching, and couldn't help feeling a little bit empathetic for his eldest brother's busy life every day.

She is still a company, and Murong Chen is in charge of the entire Shengjing Group.

Thinking that he hadn't been home for a long time, Murong Qiao simply booked a ticket and left.

Take a taxi back to the door of the house, looking at the brightly lit Murong House at night, Murong Qiao felt much more at ease.

She pushed open the door, and saw the housekeeper, Uncle Yang, waiting for her at the door.

"Is brother at home?" Murong Qiao asked Uncle Yang.

She came back suddenly this time on a whim, and no one sent a message.

Uncle Yang shook his head, "The eldest young master is on a business trip for the past two days, and now only the fourth young master is at home."

Fourth Brother Yanxiu?

In Murong Qiao's mind, the cold look he had when we met last time suddenly appeared in Murong Qiao's mind.

Speaking of which, Murong Qiao has never met Yanxiu since the last time they met when they picked up the plane home.

The cold attitude of the other party left a deep impression on Murong Qiao.

"Okay, then I'll go back to my room first." Murong Qiao sighed.

She stayed at home for two days, the elder brother Murong Chen was on a business trip and didn't return, the second brother Murong Zheng was in the hospital every day and couldn't see anyone, the third brother Murong Chuan was attending classes at the school, and the fifth brother Xian Yu was also busy these two days Work.

There are only Yanxiu and Murong Qiao in the family, but in fact Murong Qiao feels that it is almost as good as being alone.

Because she hadn't seen her fourth brother at all in the past two days, if she hadn't heard from Uncle Yang that he had gone out, Murong Qiao really felt that he didn't exist.

Yanxiu reminded Murong Qiao of a word on the Internet called the Ultimate Otaku.

I can't see each other on weekdays, stay in my room for a long time and don't come out, and even have meals delivered to my room. Murong Qiao just wanted to talk to him and get to know each other but couldn't find a chance.

Anyway, there are chance encounters in the game, and the fourth brother didn't give her a breakthrough.

Murong Qiao poked the rice on the plate and sighed helplessly.

"You don't have to serve me for dinner today, Uncle Yang." Murong Qiao said.

In the evening, Murong Qiao is going to attend the Fashion Week show, so he won't go home.

After she said this, she looked at the corner upstairs again, and there was nowhere to be seen.

Fashion Week is grand and luxurious, and the venue for this time is set in a huge greenhouse, which is also to echo the theme of spring this time.

Murong Qiao noticed the transparent dome as soon as he came in. I don’t know if it was a special effect. The starry sky looks extraordinarily bright. The stars all over the sky are shining with light, like a long and romantic Milky Way ocean.

The carefully maintained flowers are placed everywhere, messy and with a strange beauty that attracts people to stop. Even in winter, this beauty that contains vitality blooms warmly and fragrantly.

The passage at the entrance is not a red carpet, but a road paved with flowers. The simulated petals are stepped on, and the central area surrounded by flowers through the archway wrapped in flower vines seems to have entered some magnificent fairy tale world.

"This way please." The waiter announced his presence softly, leading the way in front of Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao's eyes naturally fell on the waiter in front of him. The waiter's attire broke through the black and white restrictions in the past. In addition to the white shirt and vest, there was also a half shawl hanging down behind him. , adding a little escape to the rigor of the waiter's identity.

Led by the waiter, Murong Qiao came to his place.

Her position is at the first and closest position at the end of the runway. The view here is the best, and she can clearly see every detail of the people on the stage.

In the wide hall, there are only two rows of audience seats, but everyone sitting in it is very important.

The outermost area is the works of the best designers in the past. This is not only the scene of catwalks, but also the hall of honor in the hearts of designers. Even if they only have one work among them, it is enough to brag about for a lifetime.