Chapter 497 Others are busy, but Xiang Yang is here.
As breakfast time approaches, Liu Qianqian doesn’t know who woke up first, between her and Xiang Yang.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware that Xiang Yang's eyelids moved.
I am still holding my breath.
Liu Qianqian bit her lip, her vivid pupils swaying slowly: "You can't afford it?"
Xiang Yang said "hmm" and put his arms around his smooth shoulders, "I want to sleep a little longer."
The skin was close to each other, and Liu Qianqian could clearly feel Xiang Yang's embrace of her slowly increasing. Breathing also becomes heavy.
She quickly warned in a crisp voice: "Don't mess around."
"I didn't." Xiangyang said with his lips: "It's great to see you when I wake up."
Faced with such simple words of love, Liu Qianqian said she couldn’t listen to them.
She stopped Xiang Yang's hand that wanted to cause trouble and buried her head in Xiang Yang's arms, as if she just wanted to rest peacefully for a while.
With his eyes closed, Xiang Yang was also feeling the touch of his skin against his skin, and the tip of his nose was still full of sweet fragrance.
This forced him to try his best to control himself.
In the morning, it was actually not impossible, it was
"Wife, I love you." Xiang Yang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Liu Qianqian intently.
"What's wrong?"
Just when Liu Qianqian raised her head to ask, Xiang Yang lowered his head.
"Woo~" Before she could refuse, Liu Qianqian was kissed. Her smooth skin was gently touched by Xiang Yang's fingertips, and she couldn't help but tremble.
A deep red color slowly appeared on my neck, and I smiled unconsciously.
“You hate it, you haven’t brushed your teeth yet.” The moment their lips parted, Liu Qianqian’s eyes were misty.
Xiangyang held her chin, blinked, and raised the corners of his mouth as if appreciating his morning masterpiece.
"Do you know how to wake up your husband in the future?"
Hearing this, Liu Qianqian secretly glanced at Xiang Yang. His eyes were full of expectation, making people feel shy from the bottom of their hearts, but His wandering expression was a little irritating.
“It’s a beautiful thought.”
“It’s so beautiful~”
Not even a few seconds after he got sick, Xiang Yang was fascinated by the angry look on Liu Qianqian's eyebrows.
His wife
is really beautiful, even if she wakes up with messy hair.
Even if she didn’t give herself a happy smile, her crooked and furrowed eyebrows still looked good.
Swallowing, Xiangyang bent his head, kissed Liu Qianqian’s forehead out of habit, and said tenderly:
"It's time for me to get up."
"Lie down for a while."
Liu Qianqian grabbed Xiang Yang who was about to get up.
Although I don’t know what Xiang Yang’s bad intentions are, Liu Qianqian also has something to say.
She is quite concerned about Xiangyang's constant attachment to her.
But in order to prevent him from becoming proud, Liu Qianqian decided to bury her words in her heart.
If you want to hear it, you can.
But be good~
After a sweet smile appeared on her face, Liu Qianqian leaned forward and kissed Xiang Yang's chest and yawned.
“Be honest.”
"Yeah"
It's different from people who wake up early in the morning and tell each other about their feelings.
Li He, who was staying at a hotel in Paris, took his iPad to his sister who was having breakfast in the living room of the suite and said:
"Sister, look at this quickly."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Li Bingbing raised his head with a smile.
"You'll know at a glance."
It was obvious that his sister looked a little anxious. Li Bingbing put the coffee cup to his lips, took a sip and said, "It's the report about Liu Qianqian's dinner last night. ?”
“You know?” Li Hu asked in surprise.
"Of course, I got up earlier than you."
After a pause, Li Bingbing continued: "Sit down and have breakfast first. The breakfast in this hotel is pretty good."
"Sister, you know me." Li Bingbing sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot, "I just need coffee in the morning."
Li Bingbing said nothing.
"Sister, tell me, do we have a chance?" As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the iPad that had just been placed on the dining table.
Of course what she is concerned about is not as simple as a meal.
But the person who appears in the photo.
If Liu Qianqian, Xiang Yang, and the Hermès film investment executive had dinner with Ridley Scott, there would be nothing to worry about.
After all, fashion week is also a good time for celebrities and major brands to enhance their relationships with each other.
But in this photo, Liu Wen’s figure seems particularly abrupt.
Combined with various rumors, she couldn't help but think too much.
“I see, it has little to do with me.”
Li Bingbing smiled. "Why don't you care? Sister, we can still fight for it." Li He tried to persuade her.
She felt that she had caught up with Wendi Deng through "Snowflake and the Secret Fan".
With "The Social Network", my sister participated in a movie by a top Hollywood director, but there is still something wrong with her career in Hollywood.
“Of course I want to fight for it too.” Facing his relatives, Li Bingbing did not hide it and said with a smile:
"But you have never dealt with him, so you don't understand."
"That's just right," Li He said seriously: "It's just a good opportunity to get to know him."
< br>"Haha, don't make me laugh."
Li Bingbing was instantly happy, and she thought her sister was talking nonsense.
The strange thing is that Fan Xiaopang, who is in the hotel not far away, also saw the report last night at about the same time.
Her eyes were fixed on Liu Wen, who was filled with joy in the photo, and there was a hint of disappointment on the corner of her mouth.
"Little fat lady, yesterday's street photo has been repaired. Do you want to take a look?"
"Okay, let me take a look first."
Yesterday She was in great condition during the shooting, and she was very satisfied with the results of the photo preview.
"Little Fatty Sister, this is the manuscript I wrote. Please take a look at it too." Yang Tianzhen, who was holding a laptop, also came over.
Needless to say, the beginning of the manuscript is erotic.
It’s not that Yang Tianzhen is tacky and can only write this kind of thing, but it’s just that during the fashion week, if you don’t write about “Yan Press”, why should you write about it?
In future generations, even in 2024.
During fashion week, many celebrity fan groups are still competing with each other to see who gets better treatment and whose clothes look more beautiful.
But he doesn’t care about the design, material and matching show theme of the clothes.
And the competition comes after competition, and the only thing they are fighting for is the word "Yan pressure".
Of course, in addition to celebrities, many Internet celebrities have also participated in the Vanity Fair of Fashion Week in the traffic era, and even used methods such as taking photos with celebrities and adding P-pictures to overwhelm them. There are many people who have read it over and over again.
“Remember to post it on Instagram.”
After looking at the photo, Fan Xiaopang thought the effect was good, and then turned to Yang Tianzhen’s laptop screen.
After glancing at it from the corner of her eye, she frowned with satisfaction.
"Little fat lady, is there anything that needs to be changed?" Yang Tianzhen asked.
Fan Xiaopang shook his head. The article was quite good, but no matter how good it was, it was compared to the group of photos taken by reporters.
Far different.
At least, domestic scarves have given her the answer.
On the domestic Internet, many netizens who follow Fashion Week are discussing Liu Wen.
After getting up leisurely, Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian appeared in the restaurant after washing up.
The two little guys had already finished their breakfast with the help of their 'grandma'.
It can be seen that after seeing their mother, Mu Xin and Zhiyin still made a "clucking" sound in unison, and their eyes even looked at Liu Qianqian's chest with laughter.
“I raised two little slanderers.” Xiang Yang took the bread and dipped it in unsalted butter while eating and teasing them.
“That’s pretty much up to you.”
Liu Qianqian, who was about to pick up the baby, glanced at Xiang Yang and blurted out.
"It's good to follow me."
After Xiang Yanggang smiled beautifully, he heard Liu Xiaoli cough slightly, maybe it was a reminder.
“Come, let me help you.”
Embarrassed to stand there, Xiang Yang quickly put the bread in his mouth, leaned over and picked up Zhiyin from the baby chair.
"Giggle~"
Zhixin seemed to remember something, and her hands in the air kept clenching and unclenching.
"Why does she look so beautiful when you hold her in your arms?" Liu Qianqian asked in confusion.
“My bosom friend likes dad, right~” Xiang Yang didn’t dare to look directly at Liu Qianqian.
Mu Xin, who was held in her mother's arms, moved her eyes aside from the sound of "bah" in her mouth.
"What are you looking at?"
Xiang Yang said in a low voice with disgust.
Isn’t it true that children have no memory before they are 3 years old?
Why do they still remember the last time I and Little John took them to be Superman?
"Okay, you two sit down and eat quickly." Seeing that Xiang Yang was about to reveal his secret, Liu Xiaoli spoke quickly.
When he took his granddaughter from his son-in-law, he said with a praising smile: "If your children like you, kiss them more."
"I know, Mom."
< br>There is a situation!
The keen sixth sense reminded her of something, and Liu Qianqian's eyes looked back and forth between her mother and husband suspiciously.
“Giggle~”
At this moment, Mu Xin saw her father coming over and imitated her sister's action before and stretched out her hands.
"Okay, okay, dad can stick with you too"
(End of this chapter)