Chapter 897: hurry up
King first met Anne at a fashion week.
This fledgling little designer unexpectedly thought he was a late catwalk model.
Avant-garde and bold design, but in terms of fabric tailoring, it is obviously a bit unsatisfactory.
This is a piece of clothing that is difficult for ordinary people to support. Who knows that wearing it on his body, coupled with that delicate and beautiful face, is like a god.
Annie looked at him and was stunned: "Wow, you are so handsome! You are the inspirational muse sent by God to save me!"
Annie folded her arms around her chest, and nodded noble and glamorous: "For the sake of your good looks, I will forgive you for being late."
King was about to say "Are you looking for death?", when he gradually heard the muttering voice of the girl in front of him, he didn't feel a little interested.
Today's fashion week coincides with a killer under King's taking on a task list.
The target of the assassination is the biggest model in this fashion week.
The limelight is too high, and it is inevitable that someone can't see it and wants to take his life.
King originally just happened to pass by and wandered in to watch the lively event. Who knows, he was mistaken for a model by Annie, a seemingly noble and glamorous girl who was actually very nervous, and dragged him to the backstage.
This time, looking at the appearance of the girl in front of him chatting in front of him, does it seem to be not bad?
King regarded it as playing a boring game with this brainless girl, and cooperated fully like a puppet.
After finishing him, Annie took the tall and handsome man in one hand and trotted to the backstage to prepare to wait: "Come on, it's your turn to play, and it will be too late."
Pretty confused girls, obviously not popular among a large group of well-known designers.
One of the middle-aged female designers in her forties gave her an irritated look: "Annie, it's said that you are not suitable for this profession at all. Why, did you bring your trashy work out today to be embarrassing?"
Annie looked angry and stressed: "My work is not garbage! You can insult my people, but you can't insult my work!"
The woman snorted coldly: "Oh, a person who got into the fashion circle by his family background would be embarrassed to say such a thing? This was originally a place where many fashion designers displayed their works on the same stage, but because of your existence, it was hard It lowered the tone of the whole show!"
Annie's face was blushing at the man's words, but she still insisted: "I... I learned by my true talents. My master said that my works are very aura. As long as I carve them well, with time, I will definitely become a The most famous costume designer in the world!"
Between the eyebrows, there is obvious confidence and hope for the future.
It's just that her "brilliant words" were just a joke to others.
The other designers around the middle-aged female designer asked, "Who is your master? You have such a vision?"
Although the words said "have vision", but listening to that meaning, it is clearly an obvious irony.
Annie exclaimed loudly, with a look of incomparable pride on her face: "My master is Angel, she is the greatest costume designer in the world!"
"Hahahaha..." When they heard the name, everyone burst into laughter, and no one believed what she just said.
The middle-aged female designer asked with a mean face: "Annie, even if you are bragging, can you be realistic? What level of master Angel is, how could he accept a little idiot like you as his apprentice?"