the castration plan

Chapter 73 The Golden Lion on the High Seat

In the end, Baymuir still insisted on changing his teeth, and Alpha persuaded him, and he almost made a fuss.

In the eyes of normal people, he seems to be suffering from some kind of neurasthenia just because of his face that is loved by thousands of people and every inch of land is precious, which is quite reasonable.

The newly made porcelain teeth had a running-in period of about half a month with the surrounding teeth and upper and lower jaws, and after the tooth tissue was ground away, the pulp was a little inflamed.

Trigeminal neuralgia seemed to affect the joints of the whole body, and it hurt so badly that Bemuir couldn't sleep all night. Every time he twitched, he wanted to say goodbye to the world, and the pain was terribly painful when he lay on his side and fell down.

Baymuir set an alarm clock every hour, got up, and put ice packs on his face to reduce swelling.

Because tomorrow is fashion week, the early spring vacation series, fashion giants, A-list stars, and top buyers are all gathered there.

Baymuir headed out in a graffiti jacket and white wide-leg pants, and at most a sports watch.

LVBR's series this season started with soft and elegant water green, but the brand mascots that have been fixed in patterns or knitted in the past are absent, such as sharks and snow leopards.

Instead, there are some obvious heavy elements, which are very eye-catching, such as the very retro teardrops on the faces of some models, and the men's Alpha clothes also have exquisite embroidery embellishments and feminine details such as pointed boots and waist tailoring.

Bemuir's teeth were still throbbing, and it was even more difficult to manage his expressions, so he didn't want to watch the show in the front row at all, especially these typical Roman designs. He borrowed a work card and sunglasses and sat in the back, just waiting Then the perfume part.

But the reporter still groped around.

Baymuir's private life can always provide front-page material, and he is always elegant and decent in the face of interviews, without any self-confidence, so he has the nickname PressWhore, a media prostitute.

Walking around, you can also feel that the distribution of the aura is always centered on Bemuir, forming a small conversation circle, and his gestures can get the reactions of the Alphas racking their brains.As soon as he left this circle, everyone dispersed after a while.

But today he doesn't seem very sensible, not even friendly.

Because the press is all about Roman DeLucaposito.

"Mr. Roman is the only designer in the fashion circle who is in charge of three brands at the same time. His personal record is to design [-] collections at the same time." The reporter said with sincere admiration, "It is the first time for such an epoch-making designer to come to China, what kind of expectations does Mr. Chao have for Mr. Roman's trip?"

"He knows fashion very well." When Bemuir is not smiling, he has a high-pressure temperament. When others are most nervous, he suddenly grins. He can grasp the best dynamic position range of his facial features, and he is born to eat the camera. "So it's more time to go back to the most fashionable Milan, where the streets and alleys are like catwalks, the pigeons of the Duomo cathedral love his new clothes, and Roman can lead his supermodel bird army there Sit firmly in command for decades."

The expression of the magazine reporter changed, because this exclusive interview was broadcast live in real time, and he bit the bullet and asked a question that he thought would not be easily missed: "We all know that Mr. Roman's artistic style often reveals the gorgeous elements of the old days. The unique aesthetic is exquisite but not deliberate, gorgeous but not exaggerated..."

Bemuir cuts him off straight away: "You've heard of minimalism, he calls it maximalism. He just likes to use ribbons, lace, lace, pleats, three-dimensional floral decorations and all kinds of prints, yes. Right? He is easily inspired by retro old things, such as baroque and rococo in the 78th ​​century."

Then he turned his back on the customer and interviewed the reporter with a smile: "Do you know why he did this?"

The reporter shook his head, it was too late when he wanted to cut off the live broadcast.

"Because he's not interested in his future." Bemuir shrugged. "Because it doesn't exist."

On the other side, Jiang Weihe, who always adheres to the standards of a female star to strictly control all her looks, and solemnly took seven or eight sets of refined street photos, and distributed drafts everywhere, is being interviewed: "In fact, I want to be low-key, low-key To fully integrate into the audience of the show, watch a few more shows with devotion, and feel that I have been meticulously integrated into the feelings that Mr. Roman wants to express."

Jiang Weihe repeatedly emphasized: "Watching shows is a fun thing, and wearing clothes is an interesting thing. I never thought of it as a burden. Maybe my idea is a bit different."

What he unveiled today is a printed jacket, and he also restored the special ribbon design on the neck of the models in the show. Fans boasted that this highly inherited the essence of the brand, so the high standard of courtesy their brother received can be seen.

Jiang Weihe deliberately ignored Bemuir's existence, but his hair color was so conspicuous that Alpha later stood sideways to physically block Omega's attraction.

Jiang Weihe forced himself to convince himself that, in fact, there are people who are more beautiful than Baymuir, and he doesn't know what's wrong, he is dazed, and he can't stop thinking about him.

Bemuir cast a look of unknown meaning in this direction, each line was drawn to the point of his heart, and Alpha's brain was numb with electricity, and a huge question mark popped up after a second or two: Really Is it prettier than him?

No.

Hold.

It was like something else, captivating and unstoppable, as if a dense halo was blingbling all over Omega's body, Jiang Weihe still licked and followed.

The show scene is decorated with a lot of green plants, and Jiang Weihe can't understand this color now.

Bemuir walked towards the bathroom and was on the phone, his blood pressure suddenly rose: "Why, you don't even know that you miss me. I don't care, you say you love me a hundred times, kiss me a hundred times Come on, hurry up, husband, hurry up. Speak up, I'm going to be angry, oh, I don't have the strength to kiss me, it must be because others have run out of kisses."

Jiang Weihe wished he could slap him. If it wasn't for the follower behind him, he would have kicked over the two pots of Brazilian wood next to him.

The backstage was very chaotic. More than 100 sets of ready-made clothes were hung on the hangers according to the appearance numbers, and the photos of the corresponding models were pasted next to them.

One model is paired with multiple makeup artists, three follow-up makeup artists, and two dressing assistants.The rhythm of the large-scale show is tight, everyone is gender-neutral, and AO is changed immediately after taking off, one piece in ten seconds.

During the halftime break, the whole room had rehearsed no less than ten times. They were very tired, and they were so trained that they couldn't hold their heads up. They lost their jobs on the spot.

"Ma'am, you should go to the monastery and wear sweatpants." Roman wiped the top of his cane with an expensive orange-red silk fabric, and quickly discarded it, "Hunger strike is a priceless thing, obesity is crippled in disguise, you seem does not endorse these two supreme principles."

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