As long as you didn't take the initiative to enter a gay bar, no one in China would force you to enter. However, this was Shinjuku.
Apart from Qin Guan's appearance, Sister Xue, who looked like a mature woman, was a favorite among Ichime and Satsuma men.
Compared to his female comrades, the men were more shameless than his female comrades. As far as he knew, there were no homosexuals like that in any country.
They were wearing pink feather jackets and pinkies. Qin Guan and Sister Xue had no time to look at them. They turned around and ran away.
His long legs looked like he was stepping on a flaming wheel. Sparks could be seen coming out from under his feet.
The guy with the mohawk and countless earrings had scared Sister Xue. They were all women!
When they returned to the hotel, Sister Xue and Qin Guan laughed heartily in the corridor. The gloomy atmosphere of the afternoon had disappeared. It was a magical country with countless magical stories.
The return flight broke through the blue sky and white clouds. Cong Nianwei was waiting outside the arrival hall in the capital airport. Her long hair was long, and she was waiting quietly.
Qin Guan was wearing a white cotton coat and a big hat. The news of the Asian Fashion Man Award had spread all over the media and magazines.
The news in China was also booming. Everyone was reading the news from Tokyo on the Internet.
Compared to celebrity scandals, or the upcoming filming of new dramas, everyone was more interested in the Mr. Fashionista selection because they had personally participated in it.
Since it was an award held overseas, only a few domestic media outlets accompanied them. However, the news of them returning to China was enough for everyone to talk about for a few days.
Otherwise, Qin Guan wouldn't have been so nervous when he returned to the airport.
Cong Nianwei spotted her boyfriend in the crowd. Even though he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens.
Qin Guan turned a corner and saw his girlfriend smiling. Although they had only been apart for a few days, it felt like three years.
He opened his arms wide with a bright smile on his face. Cong Nianwei burst into laughter at the sight of the clown.
She looked around, a little embarrassed. She took two steps forward and put her arms around his chest.
"Qin Guan?"
"Hmm?"
He put his chin on Cong Nianwei's shoulder. She smelled so good. She smelled like orchids.
"If I hadn't lunged at you just now, would you have been embarrassed?"
"I won't. I'll open my arms wide and laugh, saying, 'Look, where have I changed?' Cover up for yourself. "
"Pfft, you're quite clever."
"Of course, don't you know who your boyfriend is?"
"Qin Guan."
"Hmm?"
"I missed you …"
"Me too."
Before they could finish, Sister Xue realized how conspicuous they were. Although the airport was a popular place for parting and reuniting, most of the travelers were in a hurry.
The scenery was too beautiful, the people were too warm, and the passers-by were all looking at them with smiles and nostalgia.
"Let's talk about it when we get home. We are celebrities now. We have to pay attention to our image. It would be bad if we were recognized."
They hugged each other for a long time. Both of them looked at Sister Xue with a smile. "Okay!"
Sister Xue's concern was right. The domestic media and the Internet had already published photos of Qin Guan's performance at the Mr. Fashion Show.
The entertainment news had also obtained a video clip of Qin Guan's award ceremony. Some people were happy about it, while others were worried about it.
The viewership ratings of the two dramas that were originally broadcast on the local TV stations did not improve at all. Now that they had been dug up by sharp-eyed people, the viewership ratings of these episodes had greatly increased.
Only then did the producers and distributors of the two dramas regain some color in their faces. It was a huge mistake for them to produce such a product in the industry.
Love, which was already highly praised in the first place, was like adding a handful of firewood with pine oil on top of a small fire.
She was worried that she had intended to use the award ceremony to create news, but now she was going to disappoint the media once again.
No! There was no news about him. All the news was about Qin Guan's merits and virtues.
After the party ended, Shao Xiaobing did not stay in Japan for long. Basically, he returned overnight. However, he did not return to his apartment in Singapore. Instead, he chose to return to China.
The empty apartment in a foreign land, without the right person, had lost its original meaning.
They were sitting in the back seat of a taxi hand in hand, enjoying the scenery on the viaduct. Meanwhile, Shao's agent was holding a pile of newspapers and magazines in her arms.
Shao Xiaobing buried himself in various types of media, and the computer in front of the desk was also open.
"No, no, not here either..."
The newspaper in Shao Xiaobing's hand was waved in the air, and all the magazines on the table were pushed to the ground.
"How is that possible? If the organizing committee of Mr. Vogue didn't report my mistake at the opening show in order to cover up the flaw, how could there be no news about such a hot gossip at the banquet later? "
Shao Xiaobing clicked the mouse in his hand like a madman. Many web pages were opened and closed one by one.
There was nothing. Nothing about him had been reported.
The organizers had suppressed the mistake on the T stage. The media didn't want to risk offending the organizers. It was not worth it.
However, in private, photos of Shao's mistake were circulating among the media and participants.
Advertisers, brands, and designers always needed first-hand information.
The ruined show and designer were constantly reminding everyone in the industry that Shao should be used with caution.
The photos of the party couldn't be leaked. Before leaving, Fang Meiya had informed the organizer.
The invited guests didn't take out their phones to take photos of other people's private affairs. At least they could keep their own style.
As for the reporters who were born to do this, they were kindly reminded by the security staff when they walked out of the venue.
Ms. Fang had told them to forbid any false reports about her. She had ignored the previous scandals because she had been too lazy to argue about them, but that day, she had forbidden them to report on her.
People in the media, who were highly sensitive to news, naturally knew the pros and cons of broadcasting this news.
After all, there was already a heavyweight Asian fashionista on the front page. Why should he make trouble for himself?
Shao Xiaobing was blatantly ignored, which was more terrible than the scandals that were flying all over the place.
PS: It's five o 'clock today. We'll continue tomorrow. Tears are streaming down my face. It's a benefit for everyone to celebrate the festival.
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