Chapter 88: Paris is very dangerous at night (seeking follow-up reading)
When they came out of JCE’s house, everyone had sadness on their faces.
No one else... Counting down the celebrities who have interacted with Paris, there were too many. In the end, everyone found that if they wanted to discuss the results, they could not finish the topic all night long.
There are so many stories about the birth of the city of Paris. The well-known masters include Picasso, Gauguin, Edgar Degas, Matisse, Hemingway, Dali, Luis Buñuel, Manray and others can involve themselves in a lot of stories, not to mention the stories of Louis XVI and his wife...
"It seems that we need to find a main line first."
"...I guess we need to find more friends and investors."
"Let's confirm the time span first. We can't start from BC..."
"Otherwise, Can we play some tribute?"
"If we put Hermès in, then we should add Chanel and Dior...and..."
"Do you think we should add some singers and poets? ?”
"..."
"It seems that we still need to find a reliable screenwriter...and director...and actors..."
Walk to the car, everyone's mouth , still talking about it.
Just like the camellia, roses, lilies of the valley, lilies, irises, tulips, etc. planted by JCE at home, they are spreading their own fragrance in the cool breeze at night.
Until…
It wasn't until they discovered that the terrain in the suburbs was higher, that they could overlook the dazzling Paris night along the winding road, that they stopped talking all night long.
“It’s time to tell this story well.”
No matter what, they at least reached a consensus...
……
Waving goodbye , got into his Mark 207, started it and was ready to go, Xiang Yang turned his head and looked at Liu Qianqian who was looking at the night view of Paris in the distance with some confusion.
"Are you tired?"
Xiang Yang asked softly, with very concerned eyes.
"...a little bit."
Liu Qianqian nodded. The silence after the noise made her afraid to look directly into the other person's eyes, but she glanced at him expectantly.
At this moment, she was still wearing the pink dress, with Xiangyang wearing it, and a somewhat heavy suit jacket.
"Then I'll take you back quickly. If it's too late..."
"It's dangerous to be in Paris too late, isn't it?" A smile appeared on Liu Qianqian's face. She brushed her hair over her face and looked sideways. Come over.
Today is really amazing.
"Uh..." Xiang Yang frowned and turned sideways. When he stared at Liu Qianqian's face in the dim night, which was even more attractive because of its hazyness, he wanted to say: "Yes. "
Seeing Xiang Yang open his mouth slightly but not speaking, Liu Qianqian looked away, "Xiang Yang...I..."
Having already opened her heart to Xiangyang, her voice became smaller and smaller.
During the discussion just now, she could only sit aside and accompany him quietly like a good baby.
"I don't know what to say..."
Xiang Yang did not speak, but raised a hand, gently and cautiously took Liu Qianqian's hand and placed it on his palm .
Looking carefully, her slender fingertips were trembling a little, but she did not avoid them.
"I...I think...I think I'm lucky." When Xiang Yang said this, he couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't have any specific impression of her future, he knew that what he saw in front of him was A young girl is what many people dream of.
Thinking of her shyly hiding her entire face in his arms after pecking him like a bird in the cloakroom, Xiang Yang took a deep breath and said seriously:
"There are too many things that I can't be clear about, and I don't know if I am fully prepared to move forward. But for you, I think... I am sure."
Listening to his firm tone, Liu Qianqian felt It was as if a feather was tugging at the tip of her heart, and she felt the joy from the bottom of her heart making her nod involuntarily. It turned out... that she was the one being confessed.
Isn't it?
"But...but you didn't send me flowers, I want..."
Looking up to meet Xiang Yang's deep and sincere eyes, Liu Qianqian suddenly thought that he was asking for her opinion. Enough courage.
"Flower?" Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, and seeing the hazy emotion in the eyes so close to him, he pursed his lips slightly, "The stars in the sky are all covered by the car roof, you shouldn't do it now "Zhuanghua."
As he spoke, he quietly raised his other hand, held and caressed her cheek, and slowly came closer.
"Then..." Liu Qianqian nervously wanted to move forward, but suddenly raised her hand and blocked Xiang Yang's kiss with her fingertips, "Then I want to think about whether you like me?"
"No need."
"Do you like that one very much?"
"Yes."
"Xiangyang..."
"Hmm?
"I like you too..."
Gently began to respond, Liu Qianqian closed her eyes, naturally hugged the other person with her arms, and said in her heart:
I like it very much, like it very much...
......
There was still half an hour before work, and Xiang Yang was sitting outside the bakery, drinking coffee, eating bread, and smoking cigarettes with Little John. With his eyes red, he tried to keep his mind clear so as not to delay the work he was waiting for.
The night in Paris is too dangerous.
He had forgotten what time he sent Liu Qianqian home last night, but he remembered the reluctant parting eyes.
Unfortunately, she should still be sleeping at this time, and the two of them probably won't have time to meet each other today.
Little John, "Last night was so crazy, I still find it unbelievable."
"Well, this world is indeed crazy." Xiang Yang muttered. After returning home last night, he washed up and lay on his bed. He tried to search for some memories about the movie "Midnight in Paris", but he thought about it and dismissed it. I remember that it was a fantastic story about Paris at night, and I don’t remember a single useful line.
And as I thought about it, some confusing pictures appeared in my mind.
Clips from other films about Paris.
"I still need a cup of coffee, what about you?"
Little John said and gestured to Xiangyang with his hand. He seemed very lack of energy and no money.
"I want it too." Xiang Yang said, taking out his wallet and handing it to the other party. He was so upset that he suddenly started to worry about money again. I don’t know if my investment plan is reliable...
Moutai, Apple, Tesla, and Bitcoin to buy...
It seems that there are still many ways to think of. It’s all about making some money. In the future, you’ll have to charge a little more to make clothes for people.
I can no longer just charge a few hundred dollars for craftsmanship just for the sake of my 'friend'. After all, I will be the breadwinner of the family...
"What are you thinking about? What?" Little John, who came back with coffee, handed the wallet back to Xiang Yang and sat down again.
Xiangyang Bar smacked his lips and took a sip of coffee, "I'm thinking about...money."
Little John, "..."
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