[Ruan Qi is indeed suitable for this role, but doesn’t she have enough talent? 】
【indeed. Ruan Qi is popular enough, but her works are not enough. It's just "Fairy Love", and she's not playing the female lead. 】
[A drama as important as "Blade" should be played by someone from the front line, at least from behind the scenes. 】
[Grape talk, some people say that the male protagonist is Zhan Rong. 】
【Wow! If Zhan Rong plays the role, I will definitely watch it! 】
[Speaking of Zhan Rong, I think of the movie "The End of the World" that he starred in with Ruan Qi. I don't know when it will be released. 】
"It's coming soon." In the styling studio, Shen Wenqian was chattering to Ruan Qi who was changing clothes in the dressing room. "I asked Director Wu Huai a few days ago that "End of the World" will be released in June."
The little girl in the dressing room said 'hmm'.
Mo Lan helped her zip up her clothes, and then helped her carry her skirt out of the dressing room.
Shen Wenqian, who was still chattering, raised his head.
The sound stopped suddenly.
The slim girl was wearing a sea blue floor-length skirt, with fluffy skirts falling layer by layer and dotted with diamonds, like the Milky Way reflected on the sea.
Although the skirt is a tube top style, it is not revealing.
The girl's beautiful breast line is highlighted vividly, and the sea blue fabric fits Shengxue's skin closely. Although her career line is not exposed, it is more attractive to people's imagination.
Shen Wenqian stared at Ruan Qi for half a minute before coming back to his senses.
He touched his nose and made sure there was no nosebleed. He let out a breath of surprise and said, "It's so beautiful!"
More beautiful than Blue Star’s Dream Swan!
Shen Wenqian sighed, and suddenly thought of a question: "Ruan Xiaoqi, who does this skirt belong to? Does it have an origin?"
For an event like the Fashion Stars Gala, walking the red carpet can be a battle.
Old style clothes won’t work, copycat clothes won’t work, and small brands won’t work.
Especially Ruan Qi's popularity is soaring now, and many couples are staring at her. If she appeared wearing a dress from a small brand, she would be ridiculed by Heizi and go to her grandma's house the next day.
"This skirt seems to be..." Ruan Qi thought for a long time, but did not remember the brand Xi Xiaoyun mentioned.
She simply sent Xi Xiaoyun a WeChat message, and then took a look at the other party's reply to Shen Wenqian.
Shen Wenqian immediately took a breath of cold air.
"Ruan Xiaoqi, this time on the red carpet... you are really going to look stunning!"
…
At 6:30 p.m. the next day, the much-anticipated Fashion Starlight Ceremony came.
Since noon, fans from various companies have gathered outside the Imperial Capital International Exhibition Center.
All kinds of support posters, banners, and flower baskets were overwhelming, adding many brilliant colors to March, a cold spring when everything is waiting for relief.
Ruan Qi sat in the car and slowly glanced around Wang Leke opposite.
Wearing a silver-gray suit, his hair, which was finally dyed black, was slightly messy, and he looked quite human-like.
"Sister Ruan, this is your first time walking on the red carpet. Don't be nervous. Just treat it like walking in your living room. Don't be afraid of falling. With me supporting you, you won't be able to fall down even if you want to."
Mr. Wang kept talking endlessly, and the little girl bit her yogurt straw and listened with a numb expression on her face.
Soon, the International Exhibition Center arrived.
At this time, the Fashion Starlight Festival has begun, and male stars and female stars are trying their best to compete on the red carpet.
Ruan Qi stood in the background and could clearly hear the screams like waves.
The marshmallows who were standing in front of the TV and computer were extremely nervous, and various messages about Ruan Qi flew across the barrage.
The host on the red carpet saw off a male star, then turned to look at the exit.
A pair of black leather shoes appeared in everyone's sight.
The camera glanced up, and everyone saw clearly the face of the owner of the leather shoes—Wang Leke, the young owner of Chinese film and television.
