Chapter 58 Peter Pan is not wrong (please read)
I have been busy at the headquarters for two days.
Help escort all the clothes to the venue of the big show. After finishing sorting, it was getting late.
Xiang Yang glanced at his watch, it was almost seven o'clock.
He took out his mobile phone, looked at the messages Liu Qianqian sent during the day, and calculated the time difference in his mind.
It seemed like three hours until landing.
In the middle of the catwalk lit up by bright lights, Gaultier, who was watching the models rehearsing, noticed Xiang Yang and waved him over.
“You came back and didn’t know to come to my place to say hello?”
As soon as Xiang Yang came to Gaultier, he was questioned slightly accusingly.
"No, I heard that you are in a bad mood these past two days, haha." Xiang Yang said with a smile, and then looked at the time on his watch.
"What, do you have an appointment today?" Gaultier frowned.
The first time he saw Xiang Yang, the first thought that popped into his mind was to put this young man on the show floor and let him do odd jobs for him honestly.
But seeing that Xiang Yang was a little absent-minded, he became curious again.
"Well, my friend is coming to Paris." Xiang Yang said after hesitation.
“Who?”
"It's the friend you gave me the invitation letter. Her name is Liu."
"Liu?" Gaultier frowned hard, unable to remember that he had sent it to a person with this name. Invitation letter or something, after thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't know who Xiang Yang was talking about.
Xiang Yang felt helpless when he saw that the folds of his forehead could almost kill a mosquito.
“That’s my female celebrity friend. She arrived in Paris today.”
“Oh, she, you told her earlier.”
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Although he didn't remember what the other person looked like, Gaultier laughed when he remembered that it was a woman and that he and Flamel had discussed the surprise 'gift' for Xiang Yang.
He grinned and patted Xiang Yang on the back, "Going empty-handed?"
"Huh?"
"Go backstage to get a bouquet of flowers, don't give them to romantic ones. Disgrace to Paris ”
Xiang Yang took a deep breath and said, "I know."
"Go as soon as you know. Don't let the lady wait too long." Gaultier smiled and shook his head slightly, "Follow me every day. If you mix with Flamel, you will turn into a piece of wood.”
“No.” Xiang Yang smiled, “Then I’ll leave first?”
“You can too. Choose to stay." Hearing this, Gaultier looked directly at Xiang Yang, and he swore that whenever 'Little Train' nodded, he would immediately kick the young man's ass.
“Hey, no need.”
"How about I call the public relations department and ask them to arrange a car to accompany you."
"Hey, no need."
"That's pretty much it." I was satisfied. In reply, Gaultier waved his hand impatiently, signaling Xiang Yang to leave quickly and not to be an eyesore, "Let's go quickly, don't let down the romantic Paris, haha."
"Then I'll leave first, thank you boss." A hearty smile spread across Xiang Yang's face and he waved.
When he arrived at the venue of the big show, he felt a little lucky that Gaultier didn't catch him.
He quickly came to the backstage and found the decorator backstage. Hearing that Xiangyang needed flowers to pick someone up, the other party said "hmm" and within a moment, he brought over a large bouquet of 'French roses'.
It is still put together in several colors.
"So many." Seeing such a large bouquet of roses, Xiangyang called out softly.
After thanking me, I held it with a smile and left the venue of the show. I came to the parking area and got into my car with the 206 mark.
As a hatchback car, its interior space is not large. But...it's very convenient to drive it in Paris.
After putting the flowers on the passenger seat and fastening them with the seat belt, Xiang Yang started the car. Following the street lights on both sides of the road, he ignored the surrounding scenery and drove towards the airport. He was in a good mood and hummed a ditty:
“Iguess Peter Pan was right
I think Peter Pan is not wrong.
Growingup'sawasteoftime
Growing up is a waste of time
SoIthinkI'llflyaway
So, I think I'll fly away
Setacourseforbrighterdays
Determine the route and run towards the better days"
"Ms. Liu Qianqian, we are about to arrive in Paris. Please make preparations before landing."
On the plane, in the sky near Paris, dim lights illuminated the cabin after the announcement.
The flight attendants in Air China's first class cabin also began to patiently wake up the passengers who were still sleeping in their seats one by one.
"Well" she felt her arm being pushed gently. Liu Qianqian opened her eyes in a daze. After seeing clearly that it was the flight attendant, she covered the corners of her mouth with her little hand and yawned quietly. Finally, he thanked me with a smile.
"Do you need anything to drink?" the stewardess looked into the clear eyes of the star in front of her and asked with a smile in her eyes.
"No, thank you." Liu Qianqian waved her hand slightly and adjusted her seat.
Her assistant Zhao Xin did not receive such good treatment. Sitting in the first row of the economy class, she could only wait for the curtains to open and look up at him.
After seeing an OK gesture from the first-class seat in front of her, she sat quietly in her seat.
The bumpy journey, flying from Shanghai to BJ, and then from BJ to Paris, was actually quite stressful for her.
But in my mind, I always keep Liu Xiaoli’s instructions in mind.
After about another 20 minutes of flying, the plane successfully arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport. After getting off the plane and exiting customs, Liu Qianqian took out her mobile phone while waiting for her luggage.
The moment I turned on the phone, the phone kept ringing "ding ding ding".
It was either from Su Chang, or from Liu’s mother, and there were also congratulatory text messages from other friends.
Because the Hermès invitation caused so much noise, she had no choice but to accept greetings from fans and interviews from the media at the airport.
It’s just that the dress was scorned by the media on the Internet that day.
Some anti-fans who didn’t know what was going on, thought they understood very well, and ridiculed Liu Qianqian on the Internet for not receiving the attention of the brand at all, and not even borrowing the ‘couture’ items taken on the road.
There are many people who follow the trend and ridicule.
It’s just that Hermès doesn’t have ‘couture’ women’s clothing.
“Hey, Mom, I’m in Paris.”
“Well, don’t worry, go to bed early.”
"Okay, I know. Xinxin told me. I'll ask you then."
"Then I'll hang up first. I'll send you a message when I get to the hotel."
"Hey, Changchang, go to bed early, I'm here."
"Okay, I'll call you when I get to the hotel."
"He, he should be waiting for me outside Well, we sent messages before we got on the plane. Yeah, I know, hang up now, I love you, okay.”
After calling her mother and friends, Liu Qianqian's eyebrows drooped slightly while wearing a mask.
It seems like I have no energy and I feel a little tired.
Mainly because she had heard too much nagging in the past two days. After listening to it again just now, she felt a little irritable.
Just when she was about to raise her eyes to see if her luggage was out, before she raised her head, she suddenly felt a vibration on her hand, and then the bell rang.
Staring at the name displayed on the screen, Liu Qianqian's expression was slightly stunned, and the corners of her eyes instantly filled with tears, "Hey, how did you know I'm here?"
"I heard the announcement at the international arrivals exit.
It's time to get here."
As mentioned before, Liu Qianqian was stuck in time when she flew to Paris from Xiangyang. . In addition, French roses are native to the East (probably China), and there are 250 different species including wild roses, with many variants and hybrids.
(End of this chapter)