The rose was in Qin Guan's hand. As the audience watched, it gradually approached Qin Guan's face.
Qin Guan's fair skin and sexy chin made his lips look pink. As he opened and closed them, the two colors intertwined.
Qin Guan put the green stem and leaf in his mouth without hesitation. The slightly slanted flower touched Qin Guan's face gently.
"Give me a hand! I'm going to faint! There's no sun!"
"Is the God of Apollo descending to earth? Phone, phone. I want to ask her out..."
Does your husband know you're doing this? It's not appropriate.
Chad turned around, but what he got in return wasn't a confident smile. Instead, he was dumbfounded.
Qin Guan was like the most romantic God of Love, showering his love on the girl in his heart. It was like the most attractive man in the world had transformed from an old-fashioned elite into a romantic man loved by all the girls in Manhattan.
Which girl wouldn't fall in love with a rich and interesting man?
The melodious tune of New York City was playing. The most frivolous young man was coming to you unhurriedly and making a lifelong promise to you.
That was what the people outside the arena saw, but the people inside the arena were enjoying the most exciting display.
Accompanied by the music and the fragrance of the flowers, Qin Guan opened his eyes slightly. A strange smile bloomed on his face. His lips grew wider and wider. The moment he stepped out of the ring, his smile warmed everyone's heart.
Even Chad, who was watching him from the sidelines, was stunned. Qin Guan didn't look at anyone, but he seemed to be talking to the whole world.
As soon as he got off the stage, Qin Guan didn't have to maintain his appearance as he had on the stage. He bared his teeth as he walked behind the assistant.
Oh my god, it pricked me to death. Just now, I randomly picked the prettiest flower, but who would have thought that it would have thorns? Oh my tongue, it pierced two or three bloody holes in it.
So that's how the last hearty smile came about. It wasn't a smile of joy or warmth, but a grimace from being pricked.
Qin Guan spat out a mouthful of blood. That was the price he had to pay for trying to be cool.
The audience didn't notice them retreating into the darkness. Chad, who was standing next to Qin Guan, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
What the hell? Was that the reason why he was smiling?
The photographer had already started adjusting the lens. Chad had no time to think. The lingerie and imaging shoot was about to begin.
What kind of specialty could a model bring to a person?
Just like how soldiers ate fast, those who had been a model in a fashion show would definitely take off their clothes fast.
One pair of underwear for each person. F * ck, you can do whatever you want.
What else could you do with the lingerie? Did he have to take off his underwear? That would be a * * event, not a fashion show. There were many ways to play with the lingerie show.
Not to mention the feathers, sequins, and jewelry on the underwear of the female models, the crystal-like high-heeled shoes were enough to fascinate the audience.
A casual tie or a pair of casual cloth shoes during a men's underwear show could add a sense of appropriateness and sexiness.
However, the underwear show did not give them many props. After Chad searched through the changing room, he gave up on the idea of adding to the glory.
With his explosive body, there was no need for unnecessary accessories to distract everyone's attention. He would use his muscles to determine who was superior.
The vigorous muscles of Europeans and Americans shocked the audience. Without thinking, Chad stepped onto the final stage alone.
Long-lens cameras, which looked like rocket launchers, were flashing their professional lights on the sidelines. In the same tunnel, Chad had to pause three times for the cameramen to take pictures of him.
Chad took advantage of his strong physique. When the light shone on his whole body, he subconsciously shook his chest muscles. His elastic muscles bounced as he exerted his strength.
At the side of the field, a blonde woman's nosebleed indicated the success of this move.
"Oh, Lillian, help me. I'm dizzy." He had lost too much blood.
Chad turned his head and smiled. His tight buttocks were wrapped in the most comfortable fabric in the world. His beautiful curves were unobstructed by the camera.
Compared to the limitations of his outfit, Chad was like a wild beast that had broken free from its shackles in the lingerie show, rampaging through the crowd.
CK touched his chin subconsciously. They had to get Chad for this year's lingerie show. He was not the only lingerie star. It would be a shame if he was taken away.
Chad's agent, who was sitting in the corner, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead when he saw that his model had recovered.
In the ready-to-wear show, the Asian model that he had been worried about had indeed suppressed his own model. It was terrifying.
Chad, on the other hand, wasn't affected at all. He was indeed born to do this.
Unfortunately, the agent didn't feel happy for long. Qin Guan had finished his preparations and walked out. The audience was shocked by his performance.
He looked like a flower, but not a flower, like a mist, but not a mist. The audience wanted to see him clearly, but they didn't have the heart to remove his haze.
Qin Guan found a large knitting yarn in the dressing room. It was a gauze curtain hanging in the greenhouse, which looked very beautiful as it fluttered in the wind.
Qin Guan knew Chad's advantage. He was not afraid of showing his muscles, but he was crazy about it. He didn't want to follow the script of an underwear model. He wanted to show his butt and touch his chest. It was boring.
Qin Guan wanted to show the people of the United States the highest level of an underwear show.
If only the background music at this time was not the melodious opera, but the indistinct music of the lake in Nie Xiaoqian's dream, then it would be even more perfect.
In the dark night, a white gauze wrapped around Qin Guan's body.
PS: I'll start updating the day after tomorrow. It's the festival. I owe you a lot of updates. Let's celebrate the festival together. Mooncakes are not delicious. They are too sweet.
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