Chapter 41: ‘Wenqing’ girls don’t like to be too pretentious (please read~)
The next day, Jiang Mumu left.
With a little emotion, I got into a taxi heading to the airport.
Because Xiangyang still didn't give her a clear answer whether she would call her aunt to talk about her work.
It’s not that Xiangyang wanted to use this as a threat, or that he was being arrogant and refused to fight.
After returning to his room last night, Xiangyang originally wanted to contact Liu Qianqian as soon as possible and discuss with her about the "brainless" fans.
But it was delayed because of a phone call.
The call came from a woman, who coincidentally was also a photographer. The discussion between the two also revolved around Paris.
It’s just that this woman is a bit old and has a very vicious mouth. At first, it was because Xiang Yang was not in Paris that she belittled Xiang Yang inside and out.
Her name is Annie.
Annie Leibovitz.
A woman who just went bankrupt and regained her life, a woman who got a new position and solved her financial pressure. The reason she went to Paris was because she finally recognized the reality, listened to the advice of her friends, and accepted the invitation from Vogue.
Of course, Xiang Yang was also among the people who suggested to her that she should become the editor-in-chief of the American magazine "Vogue".
In Xiangyang’s words, if you can make a minimum of US$1 million to US$2 million a year, why not go?
He couldn’t even understand that this woman earned 100,000 US dollars in one day by taking photos of the Queen of England in 2007, which made her bankrupt.
After sending Jiang Mumu away, Xiang Yang was about to start busy with his own affairs.
After checking that only horse-faced skirts were left on the trip, he planned to drive to Wuxi first, return the rented car to others, get back the deposit, and then take the high-speed rail to Shanghai.
Maybe after returning to China, the good luck along the way ran out.
Not long after driving, Xiangyang noticed that the gloomy weather began to rain. By the time the car arrived in Wuxi, it had already begun to rain.
The rain is not heavy, but the ticking is annoying.
"I should have known I would have brought a windbreaker back."
When they arrived in Shanghai, Xiangyang realized that the rain was really heavy here. After checking in and coming to his room, the first thing he did was to take off his slightly wet clothes, get into the bathroom and take a hot shower.
At this moment.
Liu Qianqian, slumped on the sofa out of boredom, stared blankly at the raindrops hitting the glass.
Liu Xiaoli and Zhao Xin, who came back from a day off, went out early in the morning.
She is the only one left at home.
After sleeping until she woke up naturally, she couldn't find anything to do when she got up, couldn't read a book, and the cat and dog were not around, which made her feel a little boring.
“Oh, it rains anyway.”
Changing positions, Liu Qianqian’s face was pressed against the cushions of the sofa, her cheeks pouty. "Didn't I say that a day like this is the best time to read? Why can't I read it at all?"
Glancing at the book upside down on the table, Liu Qianqian pursed her lips.
Thinking of some plots and words in the book, she couldn't help but comment that the writing was too pretentious. The author too deliberately caters to the plot that literary youth like. It seems okay at first, but after reading more, you will feel that the inner feelings between the male and female protagonists are too pretentious.
And the male protagonist doesn’t have many shining points.
The heroine cannot let go at all. She is trapped in her own view of love and has no courage to look directly into her heart.
But these were okay. What she couldn't stand the most was the author's narration.
'The beginning is the beginning of the end, and the original meaning of encounter is parting.' She was still patiently preparing to read on to see where the story would develop. After seeing this sentence, she started reading the book directly. Buttoned on the table.
"What the hell? This author is really frustrated. No wonder no one reads his novels."
After complaining again, Liu Qianqian put away her grievances and read again He looked out the window, but there was an indescribable sense of loss spreading in the corners of his eyes.
She suddenly remembered that after she sent a message to Xiangyang yesterday afternoon, he replied "Don't think too much, everything is fine" and then disappeared.
This made Liu Qianqian, who had always been thinking about her friend, a little uncomfortable.
It's as if you are not needed by the other party.
Just when she couldn't control her mind and started to think about it, the phone on the table rang, bringing her back to her senses.
One sound, two sounds, three sounds.
Liu Qianqian glanced at it and regained her mood to see who was calling.
"Hey, Xiangyang, are you done?" After seeing clearly who was calling, a pleasant voice reached Xiangyang's ears as soon as she picked up the phone in a panic.
Followed by the second sentence: "How is it? Is everything going well? Did it cause you any trouble?"
"Well, I'm done." Xiang Yang, who was wiping his hair with a towel, said although He responded with a smile, but felt a little strange in his heart. What good thing happened to the other party?
"It went pretty smoothly, I just arrived in Shanghai."
"You arrived in Shanghai! Hehe." Liu Qianqian's slender eyelashes trembled, and she immediately became energetic, "Now that you've finished your work, can you rest for a few days?"
Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
The life of a big star is indeed different from that of normal people, and their thinking is not on the same level. In ordinary people's lives, once they are busy with one thing, there is nothing else to do.
Well, being separated from real life for too long seems to be bad for actors, right?
Seeing Xiang Yang's silence, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She held her breath and tried, "Why, do you have to be busy with a lot of things?"
Hearing this, Xiang Yang said, "Ah. "No, I just want to go to the library to check some information." The raindrops suddenly suggested:
"How about, Xiangyang. Let's go to the library together. I happen to be reading a book to enrich myself."
"Huh?"
"Don't you think this weather is very suitable for reading? "Huh?" Liu Qianqian said, and her heart began to look forward to it. She felt that if the other party said yes, the two of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.
“What kind of weather is this?” Xiangyang hesitated.
After walking a few steps, he came to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the upper floors. Looking at the dark but not dense dark clouds outside, he suddenly remembered that when he was in school in England, he encountered such weather. In addition to reading books and following Apart from holding an umbrella and wearing a windbreaker on the streets to look cool, I really feel uncomfortable doing anything else.
So he nodded and said: "Well, you're right, this weather is more suitable for reading."
As soon as he finished collecting it, there was another cheerful laughter on the other end of the phone, "Hey "Really?"
"Really, but..." Xiang Yang frowned and paused when he heard this.
"But what?" Liu Qianqian asked blurtly.
"Liu Qianqian, look at the time. It seems like it's too late to go to the library now." Xiang Yang said and picked up the watch on the table.
At 3:17 in the afternoon, I rushed to the library. I probably was about to be kicked out before I even sat down.
"Hey, the library here is open until night."
"Okay, let me change my clothes."
(End of this chapter)
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