Chapter 5 Xiang Yang: "I have nothing to say about her clothes"
Holding the pen in his hand, Xiang Yang hesitated for a moment.
What should I write to the other party?
Frowning, when Liu Qianqian signed the paper bag, the corner of his eye glanced at the slightly bulky denim fringed jacket she was wearing, and Xiang Yang suddenly realized something.
With a slight smile, he wrote a sentence on the lining of the lid of the Hermès square carton.
"Elegance does not lie in what you wear or how you wear it, but more in who you are!"
This sentence is not original from Xiang Yang, but he feels that no sentence can replace it. How she made herself feel today.
After signing the date and preparing to sign, Xiangyang suddenly stopped writing.
With a flash in his eyes, he was like a naughty child, scribbling a few strokes in the blank space to outline an old-fashioned European train.
Suddenly after finishing the painting, he was stunned for a moment, but it was too late to regret.
"Okay, thank you."
Standing opposite Xiangyang, Liu Qianqian was a little curious because she couldn't see what the other party wrote, but she still resisted her curiosity and wanted to stand on tiptoes and signed. The famous bag was handed over, wanting to know what it was through exchange, which made Xiang Yang's eyes flash.
But the other party failed to make her wish.
Xiang Yang, who still had a smile on his face, fastened the lid in his hand directly on the box on the cash register, closed it and handed it to the other person, making the words inside full of mystery.
After the exchange, Xiangyang did not choose to see what the other party wrote to him immediately. Instead, he took the initiative and said: "I wasted your time. I'm going to catch my flight first."
"Well, okay." Holding the box, Liu Qianxi nodded and said with a smile.
"Then I'll leave first." Xiang Yang smiled heartily, said hello to Frank and Zhao Xin who was accompanying Liu Qianqian, and waved.
Before going out, he said hello to other shopping guides he knew.
"Sister Qianqian, why don't you open it and take a look?" Zhao Xin was also curious about what message the young designer wrote just now.
“Not yet.” Liu Qianqian hesitated and shook her head, “Let’s quickly choose a scarf.”
...
Out of the Hermès store.
I glanced at the time and ticket with joy, and found that Xiangyang's steps were a little faster as the boarding time was approaching.
"Hello, Mr. Xiang!"
"Can I please take a few minutes of your time?"
Just as he was walking through the airport corridor with light steps, two people in their 30s, wearing reporter vests and holding cameras with telephoto lenses, speaking pure Mandarin, appeared in front of him.
"Sorry, I don't have time." Xiang Yang frowned.
After saying to himself that they had indeed met, he raised his hand and shook his wrist to indicate that he was in a hurry.
"It's okay, we can just follow you." A reporter said immediately.
"I have nothing to say." Xiang Yang shrugged and turned sideways to go around the other party.
However, experienced reporters still guarded against this move.
Seeing that Xiang Yang was just in a hurry and wanted to get away as soon as possible, the two reporters gave way to him in a friendly manner, and followed him while walking and asked:
"Excuse me, Mr. Xiang." What do you think of this fashion week? It is rumored that this is the last autumn and winter ready-to-wear show for Mr. Gaultier as Hermès women's clothing director. Is this news true? "
"..."
"Mr. Xiang, do you have confidence in Le Maire's promotion to director?"
"..."
Faced with these two questions, Xiang Yang simply chose to ignore them.
He continued walking along the route he wanted to walk, expressionless.
When he had already seen his boarding gate, he was about to wave goodbye to these two reporters who didn't even say a word about the door of his home and opened their mouths to ask questions.
One of the reporters, who was a bit stout, asked reluctantly: "Are Mr. Xiang and Ms. Liu Qianqian friends?"
This question made the calm-faced Xiang Yang frown inadvertently.
He glanced at the other party keenly, and realized that the other party knew that he and Liu Qianqian had just met for the first time, and deliberately wanted to use this topic to get some information, a feeling of boredom welled up in his heart. "Mr. Xiang, what do you think of Ms. Liu Qianqian's dress?"
Seeing that his question aroused the other party's dissatisfaction, the experienced reporter asked directly.
"I don't think much of it." A voice of dissatisfaction blurted out from Xiangyang's mouth.
After saying that, his steps became faster.
"Xiang..." The reporter who had been following and silent saw Xiang Yang speeding away. Just when he was about to ask one or two more questions, he was suddenly pulled by the experienced reporter.
This pause gave Xiang Yang, who was walking quickly, an opportunity to throw them away.
"No, why are you pulling me, brother." The reporter who was forced to stop looked at Xiang Yang's back, feeling regretful and unwilling at the same time.
"Go quickly, go back to Hermès."
The experienced reporter didn't have time to explain, so he pulled the other person and turned around, "Maybe you can still catch up. I'll teach you a trick, learn it hard."
"Learn what?"
"Teach you how to create topics!"
......
Hermès store.
Liu Qianqian, who has already chosen a scarf, is checking out.
A silk scarf was not expensive to her, but because it was a gift for her mother, after Xiang Yang left, she carefully selected it before making a decision.
"Ms. Liu, please keep your passport and your bank card. I hope you can take the time to visit our store next time you come to Paris."
The shopping guide handed back the passport with both hands. After checking the bank card, he brought another bag and said with a smile: "This is a gift specially given to you by our store manager. It is just a simple small gift. Please accept it."
"Thank you. ”
Hermès small gifts are not expensive.
But Liu Qianqian still showed an expression of joy for the first time, and she naturally held the bag in her hands after taking it.
This small gesture was highly praised by the shopping guide.
Having received too many big-name celebrities, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Except for the poor quality of her clothes, it was difficult to find anything worthy of complaint about the fair-skinned and beautiful lady in front of her.
After arriving at the door and saying hello cordially to Frank who returned to his post, Liu Qianqian and Zhao Xin left Hermès side by side.
After walking a few steps, the two people, who were about to simply pack up and go to the first-class cabin to rest, had not had time to communicate. The two reporters, who had hurried back in a hurry, came over with a swish.
It is different from Xiangyang who still maintains a certain distance and friendliness.
Faced with Liu Qianqian, a public figure, the experienced reporter did not wait for Zhao Xin, who was an assistant, to react, and put the prepared recorder in front of Liu Qianqian, who was a little frightened by the other party's sudden and unreasonable behavior.
"I would like to ask Liu Qianqian, what do you think of the criticism and accusations made by Mr. Xiang Yang, a designer of Hermès?"
The experienced reporter is responsible for asking questions, and his companion is responsible for taking pictures.
The two of them spoke loudly, as if they were afraid that they would not attract other people's attention.
Pedestrians passing by were naturally attracted by this scene.
Among them, some of the Chinese people passing by recognized the interviewee, Liu Qianqian, who had not been in the entertainment news or online recently.
Seeing Liu Qianqian, who had just finished her honeymoon trip, a young man who was still a little immature said excitedly to his lover:
"Honey, look, it's the fairy sister! ”
When the young woman saw her husband being so excited, she felt jealous. She rolled her eyes and said disdainfully:
"What kind of fairy sister? Look at her in "The King of Kung Fu", she is not as good-looking as Li Bing. . ”
“That’s the stylist’s problem, the fairy sister is sacrificing herself for the role, do you understand?”
“I don’t understand, just marry her.”< br>
“I...”
It's not a knife, look forward to it
(End of this chapter)