Chapter 504： Inspiration Muse

The first model who opened the show was full of exotic looks. His face was not like the gentle and virtuous Chinese people, but with a three-dimensional sense. Those deep eyes faced the front.

The tablecloth under the feet is clean and neat, making it look particularly comfortable.

The light purple dress on the body is gentle and elegant, and the waist is designed with a waist, which perfectly sets off the model's slender waist.

The following models are also mature and capable, and they don't feel green.

Even Lu Xun, who was standing by and waiting, couldn't help but marvel.

Although I am a layman, I can see that the dior brand has no perfunctory attitude towards this show.

Yan Zhixu sat under the stage, staring intently at the stage, the black hair fell down and fell on the neck of the white swan, elegant and sexy.

When the photographer next to him saw this, he couldn't help swallowing saliva, and controlled the camera in his hand to record video and take pictures.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

The sound of the camera taking pictures kept ringing.

Without adding any filters for beauty, the women in the videos and photos are breathtakingly beautiful, and the skin on their faces is delicate and without any pores.

Looking at the finished product in his hand, the cameraman's face showed excitement, he kept nodding his head in satisfaction, and his eyes glowed with surprise.

beautiful!

Absolutely!

beautiful woman!

No wonder the Witt Designers Association invited Miss Yan to watch the show alone.

Such a great honor can be said to be the daughter of their dior brand.

So far, Miss Yan is the only female star in China and even in Asia who can watch the show alone.

After about forty minutes, the show finally came to an end.

Yan Zhixu had a smile on his lips, stood up and extended his hand to applaud.

At this time, under the leadership of Secretary Julie, a man in a three-piece suit walked towards the auditorium.

He was in his mid-thirties, and he had the steady air of a mature man.

The trousers on the lower body are black, the upper body wears a shirt and a vest, and a delicate silver brooch is pinned to the top of the clothes.

"Oh my god, this beautiful Chinese girl is like a genie."

"I have seen the video of you wearing our dior dress and rushing into the fire to save people, I just want to say that it is really beautiful!"

"The fire and the beauty, even if the dress is broken and stained with dust, it will not damage the extravagance of the whole body. I felt that it was a very correct decision to send you an invitation letter!"

"Dear you must not know, after watching that video, my inspiration is like a spring, you are the inspirational muse who gave me strength!"

Designer Witt stood in front of Yan Zhixu with deep appreciation in his eyes.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Lu Xun, who was standing in the corner worried and protected the calf, stepped forward, standing close to him, his eyes full of vigilance.

Seemingly realizing that it was a bit rude to do so, he hurriedly introduced himself.

"Huaguo Elf, hello, my name is Witt, and I'm the chief designer of dior."

Yan Zhixu sensed the nervousness of the agent beside him, a chuckle overflowed from his throat, and this delicate little face was instantly dazzling.

She hugged Mr. Witte politely close to the face, and her voice was cold and indifferent, "Mr. Witt, your work is amazing."

The designer knows the female body perfectly and knows how to magnify the beauty of women.

Elegant, intellectual, simple, noble... Each style is mastered.

Hearing what Yan Zhixu said, Mr. Witt was even more happy, with a smile on his face.

Under the empty audience, several people stood together chatting and laughing, and the picture was soft and beautiful under the illumination of the lights.