After wearing a book, she helped the richest man spend money to eliminate disasters

Chapter 125 [125] He's looking at you

She flirted with Tang Bai.

Wang Kequan saw it.

She was jealous.

That's when I thought of this trick to hurt her.

Face her provocation.

Song Youqing looked calm.

Eyes down.

He glanced at the hem of the skirt that was stepped on by her.

Her red lips curled slightly.

next second.

Song Youqing raised her hand.

Under Wang Ke's surprised eyes.

Her slender hands grabbed the long skirt.

There was a "chi" sound.

The long gauze skirt floated in mid-air just like that.

This scene caused the audience to freeze for a moment.

Followed by thunderous applause.

The corners of Song Youqing's lips curled up coldly, and her golden high-heeled shoes stepped on the runway, making a crisp sound.

Under the light, she is like a rising star, dazzling.

Without the cover of the long veil, her straight legs were completely exposed.

The whole aura is in full swing.

Nan Qiao almost cried out in excitement.

awesome!
"It's interesting!"

Bo Jinhan watched, his thin lips twitched wickedly.

When he said this, his eyes were looking at Tang Bai.

Tang Bai looked indifferent and ignored him.

On the catwalk.

Wang Ke was trembling with anger.

She originally wanted to embarrass Song Youqing, but in the end she gave her a chance to show off.

Is she shooting herself in the foot with a rock? !
With the hard work of all the models, the tulle show ended perfectly.

With the scoring by the judges, the final champion, runner-up and third runner-up also surfaced.

The host held a small book and sold off first, pushing the atmosphere to the highest point before announcing the winners.

"Everyone, the most exciting moment has arrived. After layers of screening, our champion has finally come out!"

"Who is the champion?"

Someone in the audience shouted, "Number 8!"

Afterwards, the scene boiled over, shouting in unison, "No. 8, No. 8, No. 8!"

Nan Qiao jumped up from his seat and shouted loudly, "No. 8, No. 8..."

Mu Beichen looked at it, and the corner of his lips curled up fondly.

Her happiness is his happiness.

The notebook in the host's hand trembled twice, followed, picked up the microphone and announced, "That's right, it's number 8, and our champion, Ms. Song Youqing, is invited!"

When Song Youqing came to the stage, she was still wearing the tulle.

The model contest was broadcast live, and there were many specially invited reporters in the venue.

As soon as she came on stage, countless cameras pointed at her.

Facing the camera, she kept smiling.

The trophy was presented by Bo Jinhan.

Awarded.

The two take pictures.

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and Song Youqing was startled.

Looking down, I saw the man's hand resting on her slender waist, his demeanor was ambiguous.

Just as she was about to resist, Bo Jinhan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Tang Bai is looking at you."

One sentence made Song Youqing stop.

Raising his eyes, he met Tang Bai's cold gaze.

Her heart trembled, and then her red lips slightly raised to cooperate with Bo Jinhan in acting.

Bo Jinhan put his arms around her, and the two smiled and looked at the camera together.

"Mr. Bo, I heard that your company plans to sign a group of newcomers recently. I wonder who you want to sign?"

Bo Jinhan frowned pretending to be troubled, "This question really stumps me, who do you think I should sign?"

Reporters are very discerning, and right now he is so close to Song Youqing.

They looked at Song Youqing differently.

Someone even boldly said, "Of course we signed our Miss Champion!"

Bo Jinhan smiled, neither denying nor admitting, which gave the reporters endless imagination.

It is the dream of all models to be able to enter the EP model agency.

Right now, Bo Jinhan is "taking care" of Song Youqing in such a way that it's hard for anyone not to think about it.

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(End of this chapter)