The mute girl Baoxia is an introverted person, especially because of her flaws, and she has never liked to gather in the lively crowd.

But this time, I mustered up the courage to bring eight foreign models to the exhibition area of ​​Song Zhichao and his company.

It can be said that she had plucked up a lot of courage to do this.

After doing all this, Miss Baoxia stepped aside and let Song Zhichao talk to eight foreign models and introduced them to others.

But soon Miss Baoxia noticed a pair of weird gazes staring at her behind her.

The sixth sense of girls' home is very keen, and even if she is staring at her behind her, she can feel it.

What's more, Baoxia is originally a person with a sensitive mind, so she turned around immediately.

She saw the other person.

The other party also saw her clearly.

Baoxia praised the other person for being beautiful. What kind of beauty he was? His skin was so shattered. It was much better than his dark skin. His almond eyes and peach cheeks, and his willow eyebrows were curved. His whole body seemed to be walking out of the picture.

When I was learning about tailoring clothes with Master Luo in the Laurel Clothing Store, Miss Baoxia saw many pictures of beautiful women wearing trendy fashions, but the beauty in front of me was even more beautiful than those in those pictures.

But soon, Miss Baoxia understood why the other party looked at her with such weird eyes behind her back. The reason was that the other party was wearing a floral long dress that was exactly the same as hers.

No, to be precise, the long skirt I was sewn by myself after seeing the store brand, while the other party’s long skirt was obviously an authentic product purchased from the store.

Baoxia looked down at her long skirt, then at the other party's long skirt. The skirt was almost the same, but when worn on different people, the effect was so big.

Baoxia didn't dare to look at her again, looking at her toes with some inferiority, holding the things in her arms tightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

...

In the crowd, Haitang's eyes were attracted by the eight rare foreign models at first. After all, in a small place like Pan Yu, there is not much chance of foreigners appearing, let alone such a beautiful beauty.

Men like to look at beauties, but women are actually the same. The angles of not looking at different.

Haitang was surprised by the proud figures of eight foreign models. Not to mention anything else, her round and perky butt was not something that ordinary girls could have.

"It turns out that what everyone said is true. Foreign women have a good figure!" Haitang couldn't help but exclaim, and then Haitang's eyes were attracted by another person.

It was an inconspicuous figure, hiding beside him, holding a bunch of bags containing something in his arms... But these were not the most important ones, the main thing was that the floral long skirt he wore was exactly the same as what he looked like.

"No, I actually wore the same clothes?" Haitang looked at the other party in surprise.

Then Haitang found that the other party looked at him, Haitang smiled at her, but the other party suddenly lowered his head.

Although only a moment, Haitang also saw the other person clearly. He was a girl with slightly dark skin, big eyes, double eyelids, and an indescribable look. Especially when this long dress of "Jasmine" brand was worn on her, she even wrapped her in a beautiful and wise manner, which made people couldn't help but surprise.

Compared with her, Haitang felt that she, a "toddler", seemed to lack a lot of femininity.

Yes, when dealing with factory machines every day and talking to workers with a loud voice every day, the characteristics that girls should have on them will be almost polished.

Even today, I still find it difficult to exude a strong feminine look like the other party when I wear a skirt, high heel sandals, eye shadow, and lipstick.

The same skirt is worn on different people, and I am still a tomboy, but the other party is a truly charming girl.

Haitang was a little envious of the other party.

...

The mute girl Baoxia was pulled back to reality by Song Zhichao's handsome snap of her fingers, and then she heard Song Zhichao say to her, asking her to put down the things and take them out.

Baoxia remembered the purpose of her coming here. She quickly put a lot of things she was holding on the counter in the exhibition area, and then carefully took out the...small clothes from it!

Yes, they were beautiful, dazzling little clothes.

To be precise, these clothes are all "little clothes" worn by the plush toy panda Panpan on the counter.

It turned out that when Song Zhichao made a suit for Fatty Qi, he secretly arranged a task for Baoxia, which was to make fifty-six sets of different small clothes and to wear them for his company's toy panda Panpan.

It is conceivable that Miss Baoxia looked like at that time. She didn't quite understand what Song Zhichao meant, but Song Zhigang said to her, fifty-six sets of clothes represent fifty-six ethnic groups, and each ethnic group has a panda Panpan.

Baoxia still doesn't understand.

But she did it in the end according to Song Zhichao's request.

Fifty-six sets of small clothes, many of the fabrics are basically broken materials used in suit stores.

These fragments that were originally to be thrown into the garbage were quickly turned into small and cute ethnic costumes in the clever hands of Miss Baoxia and sewing needles.

At this moment, Song Zhichao and Baoxia began to dress those pandas Panpan, who were originally exactly the same.

Fatty Qi was stunned for a moment and started to help.

Haitang was not idle either, so he called the Sei Lao Navy and started to take action.

The naughty child Navy looked reluctant, because he was so girlish about helping toys dress. He was a pure man.

Everyone started to do it together, and the movements were very fast. Soon the little pandas were all wearing cute little clothes. In an instant, they became different pandas, different Panpan, some were wearing XJ clothes, some were wearing Mongolian clothes, some were wearing Dai clothes, and some were wearing Korean clothes... Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six Panpan!

Such a change opened everyone's eyes.

At the same time, the foreign models were already ready.

For them, they came here today not to watch the fun, but to help with the catwalk.

Time is money, and their catwalk rewards are calculated based on hours.

So when Song Zhichao dressed the toy pandas, they were already ready behind the exhibition area and just waiting for the music to ring.

Music?

Of course, Song Zhichao had been ready long ago.

In full view of everyone, he turned on the rental recorder, and the song rang-

An extremely familiar rhythm.

Very main theme!

Very national!

Very down-to-earth!

"Fifty-six flowers of fifty-six nations

Duoduo, which one is blooming in the sun

The party sprinkles the rain and dew

The colorful flowers shine brightly…”

Then the foreign models came out and suddenly burst into screams around them!

Among the audience—

Director Kong of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Director Liu of the Taxation Bureau, and Director Zhang of the Public Security Bureau were all stunned.

Looking at the eight foreign models of the ocean horse level in front of me, they were holding pandas in unique ethnic costumes in their hands, walking from far to near, with their buttocks and breasts waving, and coming out!
Chapter completed!