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The next day it rained, a light drizzle that rustled against the window.

Xia Ying didn't have a job today, so she could rest well until the afternoon. Zhong Zhen booked a three o'clock flight to Shanghai. There would be a show tomorrow morning in Demonic City.

The designer was a good friend of Xia Ying's. Although the show was not big, he had focused on many of the media outlets, allowing Xia Ying to support her friends.

"Zhong Zhen... Warm up a glass of milk for me... " Xia Ying slept all the way until noon, until her head started to spin. She was in her pajamas, holding her forehead as she walked out of the room in a daze. Her face was hoarse, as if she was in a bad mood.

After that period where she had to worry about her body and skin's health, Xia Ying was very carefree in this aspect of life.

Zhong Zhen who was far away in the kitchen replied and only received a cup of warm water to pass to his, "Drinking milk at an empty stomach is not good for your stomach, it's almost time for lunch. Drink some hot water to quench your thirst first."

"What are you doing?" Xia Ying extended her hand and scratched at Zhong Zhen's face, and a bit of white powder immediately fell from her fingernails.

"I'm wrapping dumplings, my grandfather said that it's like eating dumplings when it's raining." His face was as white as a feline's, and with a casual swipe of his hand, it became even more flowery.

Xia Ying did not seem to have much interest in dumplings. She went into the living room dispiritedly and sat down, ignoring Zhong Zhen.

Zhong Zhen sneaked a peek at the side of the goddess's face, seeing that Xia Ying did not have any intention to speak, she returned to the kitchen to continue dressing up. The lunch passed in a period of silence, and Xia Ying liked to be alone in a daze most of the time, without anyone knowing what she was thinking.

"Do you like French food? I'm good at that too. " Zhong Zhen had nothing to say, but looked at Xia Ying with anticipation.

Xia Ying did not say anything, sshe only looked out of the window quietly. After a moment of silence, he asked: "What time do we go to Shanghai in the afternoon?"

"Three o'clock." Zhong Zhen immediately said: "Teacher Peter has already prepared a hotel for you. He will be meeting for dinner at the hotel's dining hall to discuss the matters of the exhibition."

"I got it, go do what you need to do." Xia Ying removed her feet from the slippers, her long and straight legs curled up on the sofa, as if she wanted to doze off in the living room.

Zhong Zhen felt that Xia Ying's mood wasn't good, so he stopped her from speaking, and returned to his own room.

He collapsed on the bed and pulled over the bed plate to swipe his microblog. The news of Xia Ying and He Qin were still in the limelight, being the first to drift, he casually pointed it out and saw the identical Xia Ying powder crazily spraying He Qin, he was in an extremely good mood.

Zhong Zhen checked the time. Fifteen minutes had passed. He put down the computer and quietly went downstairs. As expected, Xia Ying fell asleep in the living room. She curled herself into a ball, as if she were very tired. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, covering half her face.

Zhong Zhen sighed, a woman who was so beautiful actually did not know it.

He quietly turned the temperature of the air conditioner up two degrees, placed a thin blanket on Xia Ying's shoulders, and returned to his room.

At 5 PM in the afternoon, Airbus landed in Shanghai.

Xia Ying's face did not have any makeup on, she was dressed in a light blue casual attire with a pair of white shoes. She did not even wear a mask or sunglasses, it was difficult to hide her sharpness even with her low-key attire.

Zhong Zhen pulled his suitcase as he ran over from the back, holding a wide-brimmed sun hat, he sprinted like a basketball player, and in just two steps, before anyone could recognize him, he had already placed his hat on Xia Ying's head.

Xia Ying was knocked until she staggered forward, she turned her head and glared at him, looking slightly angry: "What are you doing!"

Zhong Zhen clasped his hands together with a pitiful look on his face, "It would be terrible if we were to be recognized as being stuck at the airport. We are about to miss our appointment with Teacher Peter."

Xia Ying was both angry and amused. She pressed the brim of her hat and said: "Don't be so reckless next time."

"Yes, yes. Let's hurry up and leave."

Under Zhong Zhen's urging, they got into the car the moment Xia Ying got out of the terminal, and headed towards the hotel.

Peter, the famous designer, had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he got off the car, he heard Qing Ling's voice, "Aiya, Yingying finally looks forward to you. I'm going to get moldy soon."

"Long time no see, Pete." Xia Ying opened her arms wide, welcoming the embrace from the other side.

Peter lightly patted Xia Ying's back and the two quietly entered the hotel.

Zhong Zhen clenched his teeth and pulled out the boarding box, then climbed into the car door and pulled out the handbag that Xia Ying had left in the car, only then did he hurriedly follow.

"Why do you look like you don't look good?" Pitt asked with concern.

"I haven't had a good sleep lately." Xia Ying replied casually.

Peter tsk-tsked twice and shook his head, "It's so pale. Looking at it makes my heart ache, how can it be that I didn't sleep well? Does it bother the news? "Sigh, that brat He Qin was so ambitious. This time, he fell so miserably. I've let you off the hook."

Xia Ying went down the stairs: "That's right, I'm going to have a good night's sleep. Whether or not my complexion is good or not depends on how the makeup artist does things tomorrow."

When Xia Ying and Peter went out to eat dinner, Zhong Zhen was the only one left in the hotel.

Peter was the chief clothing designer of MAX, and the two of them had known each other since the moment Xia Ying entered the society. He had been friends for ten years, so Zhong Zhen naturally wouldn't have the nerve to think about such dirty thoughts.

Just as he was still wondering how long it would be before Xia Ying returned, three knocks on the door sounded out. Zhong Zhen shouted: "Who is it?"

It was definitely not Xia Ying. Before Xia Ying returned, she would definitely give him a call and have Zhong Zhen open the door to wait.

"Room service, the dinner you ordered has been served."

Zhong Zhen jumped off the bed, and when he opened the door, he saw a waiter who was pushing a dining cart outside, "I did not order a meal for you, did you send it to the wrong place?"

"Miss Xia Ying ordered this. May I ask if this is Miss Xia Ying's room?" the waiter asked.

Zhong Zhen was startled, but when he reacted, his lips could not help but curl upwards. He had just met him, but he had not expected that Xia Ying would start to think about his.

Xia Ying returned at around 12 pm, and seemed to have drank some alcohol, the redness from the alcohol made her complexion look much better.

But Zhong Zhen was annoyed, he went and put an ice towel on Xia Ying's forehead, and said somewhat angrily: "Tomorrow is the stage, how can Peter drink with you!"

Xia Ying just lied there and quietly looked at the ceiling. Then, she closed her eyes tiredly and said softly, "Just how much do you care about my condition on the show stage?"

Her voice was filled with an inexplicable loneliness, causing Zhong Zhen to be slightly startled.

The next day, the backstage area of the exhibition was bustling with activity. Countless models were shuttling back and forth with their shoes and clothes.

Xia Ying and the other male lead had their own private dressing room. Currently, there were three people in the dressing room, Xia Ying, Zhong Zhen and the makeup artist who was putting on some makeup on Xia Ying's face.

Zhong Zhen sat in the corner, holding his cheek, he quietly looked at Xia Ying.

When he looked at Xia Ying, there would always be an emotion that was difficult to ignore growing thicker and thicker in his eyes.

MAX Autumn and Winter Show brought countless famous people to the show, and Xia Ying's friendship had also attracted a lot of media outlets.

At this time, Xia Ying's makeup had already been completed in the makeup room, her eyebrows were long and sharp, the thick eyeliner and the light smoky effect had covered her elegance to the point that not a single strand was left.

Zhong Zhen brought the clothes on the display stand for her to change into. The lights outside were all on, and the music was already playing.

Although Xia Ying was a master, she only had one set of clothes, and it was a man's attire. This was Peter's idea.

Zhong Zhen did not go backstage to watch the show by himself. Actually, he was not interested.

Seventeen minutes later, when the show was nearing its end, an assistant came in and asked, "Teacher Xia, are you ready?"

"Alright." Xia Ying pressed a black gentleman's hat on his head and turned around. He was wearing a perfectly straight black suit with the shirt unbuttoned vertically, revealing the oppressing feeling of his collarbone and chest.

"Don't go too fast, it would be bad if the wind blew the clothes away." Zhong Zhen was still muttering worriedly.

Xia Ying didn't even pay attention to him and directly went out to look for Peter.

Xia Ying acted as the closed-door show, and the moment she stepped onto the stage, the entire audience nearly fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted into an excited scream.

"Look, it's Xia Ying! She actually … In such a manner! This woman is too handsome! "

"Oh my god, Xia Ying is really Xia Ying …"

On the stage, Xia Ying's hat brim was pressed extremely low, its shadow covering her eyebrows, revealing only her straight nose and vermilion lips. She was wearing a body tempering suit that was sticking closely to her skin, the shirt inside had a snow-white collar and there was not a single button on her chest. Her slim waist had a tempting, bountiful chest line, and her two long legs that were like folding ladders were under the light, looking both charming and relaxed.

The effects of the Goddess's Vacuum Charging was extraordinary. Even when Zhong Zhen hid in the backstage, he would silently sweat for her.

Xia Ying stood beside Peter with a smile. On the left was a male lead who was dressed in a female outfit, Peter. The two main characters were the main focus of this show, and it had to be said that Peter's brain was rather big.

After the MAX show was over, Xia Ying wrapped herself in clothes and returned to the dressing room, covering her waist. Zhong Zhen immediately brought a cup of coffee and went over and pinched her shoulders, then personally helped Xia Ying take off her makeup.

It was just that Xia Ying who was seated nodded continuously, as if she was going to fall asleep. His state of mind was not as natural as it was in the demonstration grounds, she thought that she was sleepy and quickly took off her makeup to greet Peter, before taking advantage of the unprepared media to escort Xia Ying out of the demonstration grounds.

On the way back to the hotel, Xia Ying was unable to wake up, which made Zhong Zhen realize that he was unconscious after getting off the car.