Xia Ning thought that the little model didn't recognize her, so she raised her badge.

"Hello, I am Xia Ning, the chief producer of this show. The dress you are wearing is our finale fashion, Tears in the Sky. Please take it off and put it wherever you want. We will pretend nothing happened.

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"Of course, if you don't want to, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Hearing this, Huo Lang sneered and turned away without even looking at her.

Seeing that the man was about to leave, Xia Ning quickly grabbed his wrist: "Stop!"

Huo Lang turned his head impatiently, and through the light, Xia Ning seemed to be able to see a little bit of his appearance.

Seem to have seen it somewhere?

As soon as Huo Lang turned his head, his eyes fell into a pair of light brown colored contact lenses. Even though they were slightly angry, they were still shining and charming.

He always felt familiar.

Just as he was stunned, Xia Ning staggered and was pulled into the locker room nearby.

Huo Lang, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was squeezed into a small space, forcing him to lower his head.

The next second, my nose was filled with an alluring fragrance, with a hint of milky fragrance, scrambling to occupy this claustrophobic and small space.

Immediately afterwards, the softness that belongs only to a woman pressed against her.

Xia Ning is not short either. She is dressed very high and the top of her head just reaches Huo Lang's mouth.

There was no room for two people in the dressing room, so Huo Lang was almost face to face with Xia Ning, let alone their bodies.

He could even feel Xia Ning's breath, which was itchy and fragrant.

If he gets closer, his lips can touch another slightly opened red lips.

Such an ambiguous atmosphere made his eyes darken and his breathing became heavier.

"what are you doing?"

Huo Lang's low voice sounded in Xia Ning's ears. Even if it was a question, in such an atmosphere, it was like a silent invitation.

Who knows that Xia Ning is completely different from Huo Lang. Her eyes are clear and her mood is stable.

Xia Ning looked at Huo Lang and said in a cold tone: "Take it off."

If her attitude wasn't too tough and business-like, Holang might have thought she was flirting with him.

But it was obvious that she didn't want him, but only wanted the clothes on him.

Inexplicably, he wanted to tease this woman.

"Oh, will you help me take it off?"

The provocative tone coupled with the upward curve of Holang's lips, under the warm light of the dressing room, made him look like a male temptress.

Because she was so close, Xia Ning could feel Huo Lang's chest rising and falling.

There was not much fluctuation, and it was obvious that this man was not emotional.

However, the man's eyes were twisted, and he made no move, but his tall body seemed to trap her.

Xia Ning's face was expressionless, and she raised her hand to hold her chin, which was not far away from her: "It's useless to seduce me. What's not yours will never be yours. I'll say it for the last time, take it off yourself, don't force me to do it."

This was the first time that Huo Lang had his chin pinched!

Or by a woman!

He immediately turned cold and said: "Let go."

Xia Ning thought he was angry because she didn't accept the temptation.

So he released his chin and said, "I don't know who taught you to do this, but with your conditions, as long as you develop well, becoming a supermodel is just around the corner, so why bother yourself like this?"

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Develop well?

spoil?

Huo Lang laughed out loud in disbelief.

"You know you're..."

Before Huo Lang finished speaking, he was interrupted by a ringing bell.

Xia Ning blocked the door with one hand to prevent him from escaping, and answered the phone with the other hand.

"What's up?"

"Producer Xia, where are you! The president of the Huo Group has returned from abroad. He will be at the show right now. If he finds out that our clothes are missing, we will be doomed!"
Chapter completed!