Chapter 21 Are you stuttering? (Please read~)
“I almost forgot, you have a friend who is a Hermès designer.”
The female stylist suddenly remembered that this friendly star in front of her was online yesterday There was also a scandal with a stylist, "Come on, let me take care of your hair while I have time, so that you don't attract too much attention when you go to the restaurant."
"Well, Okay." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips and sat in front of the dressing table without further explanation. She looked at her tall hairstyle in the mirror and felt helpless.
"Let's face it... let's face it." In fact, she was saying it to herself.
The "friend" the stylist was talking about was Xiang Yang. Although the affairs between the two of them were mainly gossip, it was impossible for people in the fashion industry not to pay attention.
During dinner last night, the editor-in-chief of "Vogue Bay" and the editor-in-charge of this shoot quietly asked her if she had received an invitation from the designer.
After all, this is Paris Fashion Week, and people in the entertainment and fashion circles are discussing topics about it.
It’s not difficult to experience the excitement of Fashion Week, as long as you have a visa and air tickets.
But going to Fashion Week is not an easy task.
Especially for those participating in top and first-line luxury brands, they must receive an invitation from the organizer (including the brand owner) before they can enter the show.
However, designers also have certain permissions.
“Next time I come to Paris, I’ll invite you to see the exhibition if you have time.”
“Yes, if you have the chance.”
Liu Qianqian sitting in front of the mirror, because The stylist's words reminded me of the chance encounter with a new friend, and I casually agreed, which stirred my mood.
Then I wasn't lying. He didn't say what exhibition he was going to see, right?
Thinking of this, the indescribable distracting thoughts that had just arisen dissipated again.
But in a flash, her eyes inadvertently moved with the anxiety in her heart, because she suddenly remembered that she had sent an invitation message to the other party before setting off yesterday.
We agreed to invite the other party to dinner after we return.
With mother.
What if the conversation about fashion week suddenly comes up during dinner?
If he knew that he had not received the invitation and invited himself to the show, should he agree?
If I had known better, I should not have been so anxious to say that we wanted to have dinner together...
For a moment, Liu Qianqian was a little lost, and her face inadvertently showed a thoughtful expression. Ling stood aside Zhao Xin felt strange.
She won’t miss the cats and dogs at home after being out for two or three days, right? !
...
As the sun sets in the west, Xiangyang sits on the outside seat of the teahouse for a long time, sometimes looking at the wind and sometimes looking at the scenery.
The inspiration seemed to be blown away by the breeze, or flew away to the sunset on the west side.
"The things of our ancestors are really difficult." After drawing countless sketches in his mind, he sighed, and a feeling of emptiness spread in his heart.
"How can I draw and draw and still be trapped in my new clothes?" Xiang Yang frowned and scratched his head, "Is it because I have been imitating others in my previous life and now I have hit a bottleneck when I just started?"< br>
Just when he was confused, a crisp scolding startled him.
"Okay! I am busy with you inside, so it would be better for you to run here to hide and relax, right?"
"Jiang Mumu, can you "Calm down for a while." Xiangyang heard the sound, turned his head, and happened to see this young girl with her hands on her hips, looking at him angrily, and said helplessly:
"We have different divisions of labor, and I am more responsible. It’s much more difficult for you to check the information.”
When Jiang Mumu heard this, she snorted and said disdainfully: “Stop pretending to be here. I just found out what they said. You spent the entire afternoon watching the scenery.”
"Well, yes." Xiang Yang nodded. After looking at it all afternoon, the veil still hadn't been lifted.
Ya Xing was disturbed, and knowing that this guy couldn't calm down for a while, Xiang Yang simply stood up, stretched, yawned and said, "Mr. Liu and the others are off work? You How is the information check?" "I've already left." Jiang Mumu curled her lips and looked at the information all afternoon. Her tone was still bad, "I went through the information, and I just memorized it. Outline, I have to lock the door after get off work."
Xiang Yang said, "Show it to me."
"Why do you want to see it if you don't give it to me. I'm going to show you, this is the result of my hard work all afternoon, and I haven't even had time to check it yet." After Jiang Mumu finished speaking, he held his bag in front of his chest and hugged it tightly.
"That's up to you, I'm going to eat." Xiang Yang didn't care, put his notepad and pen back in his bag, and walked out without stopping.
The moment he turned around and left, he said with a smile: "By the way, Jiang Mumu. This place is not close to the city. If you want to find a place to have dinner, we can discuss everything. You If you don't want to, you can ask the adults in the cafeteria to sleep here at night. It's safe."
"You..." Standing on the spot, Jiang Mumu pointed at Xiang Yang's back and said the word "shameless". She really wanted to shout out. But looking at the other party in the orange sunset, without even a hesitant pause, she stamped her feet unwillingly and chased after him bravely.
While chasing, she did not forget to mutter angrily, "Just wait for me, sooner or later I will take care of you!"
A moment in the parking lot.
Jiang Mumu, who was sitting in the back row, wrinkled his nose and looked out the window.
Xiang Yang leaned against the car door, holding the outline listed by the man in the car in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
After reading it, he took two deep breaths and exhaled a breath of smoke. He tapped the car window with his knuckles and motioned for the other party to roll down the window.
“What are you doing?” Jiang Mumu resisted, but was also obedient.
"You did a good job, but you don't need to come tomorrow." Xiang Yang said in a cautious tone, handed the other party the outline, and said: "Tomorrow you go to the Suzhou Silk Museum. The information there should be more complete. Some.”
"But..." Jiang Mumu looked at Xiang Yang with wide eyes.
“Remember to buy the book I told you, and when you see the librarians tomorrow, ask them for more advice. People come into contact with things in the exhibition hall every day, which saves a lot of time than searching for them by yourself. Don't forget what I told you before, you must use your strengths."
Listening to Xiang Yang's words, Jiang Mumu nodded secretly. Although she has a more arrogant personality, she is not stupid. She knows. They are teaching themselves how to save time.
But this last sentence didn't sound right to her.
Seeing her raising her head and looking at him with a frown, Xiang Yang took another puff and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He stamped it out and said at the same time: "Stop thinking about it. Think about what you want to eat at night and where you want to live." Where, I’ll send it to you.”
After saying that, he bent down, picked up the cigarette butts, and walked towards the trash can not far away.
“I don’t have to stay in the guest house with you?”
When Xiang Yang came back, Jiang Mumu asked immediately.
“When did I tell you to stay in the guest house with me?” Xiangyang said, opened the car door, and when he got in, he added:
“I’ll call your aunt when we get to the hotel. Call me to make sure everything is safe. Remember to lock the door if you are staying alone at night.
Don't go out and run around and cause trouble for me. "
"You..." Listening to Xiang Yang's instructions, Jiang Mumu was suddenly stunned for a moment. The sudden closeness shown by the other party gave her some illusions.
It was like a cigarette.
“How many times have I told you, I miss you. Jiang Mumu, tell me honestly..." Xiang Yang, who had already put on his seat belt, turned his head to the side, looked at the other person and asked seriously:
"Do you have a stuttering problem? ”
"I..."
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