Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 106: Weekend Morning (please follow up)

Liu Qianqian's happiness lasted until the moment she saw her father.

She arrived at the Confucius Institute in Paris carrying a lot of information. When she saw her father, she asked worriedly: "What happened?"

"Um, Sissi, your mother called me. She said she would come over after finishing her affairs in the United States."

"Huh? My mother is coming over?!"

"Yes, that's right." Principal An took the trolley suitcase from her daughter's hand and consoled her with concern: "I will wait until her affairs in the United States are settled before I come here.

Girl, tell your dad about your current relationship with that young man named Xiang Yang, so that your dad can be prepared to support you. "

Liu Qianqian's eyes looked a little distracted, and she was muttering in her panicked heart: "Are there only a few days left?"

"Sissi, let's have a good chat when your mother comes. Although she complains about me, she really cares about you. Don't be annoyed. You will understand when you have children in the future."

When Principal An spoke, he carefully studied his daughter's expression.After his daughter nodded indifferently, he made some guesses in his mind and asked cautiously and tentatively:

"Sissi, tell dad the truth. You like him, right?"

Liu Qianqian looked directly into her father's eyes. She knew that she could not hide her feelings for Xiang Yang. After all, even her unfamiliar father could see it, which was enough to prove it, so she admitted frankly:

"Yes, I like it, and he likes me too. We have already started dating, and we confirmed our relationship just one day before he came to visit at home."

"How far have we come?"

"dad!"

"Hey, hey" two sighs came from Principal An's mouth. He looked at his daughter melancholy, then glanced down at the trolley case, and said vaguely:

"Daughter, give dad some time, let me digest it first."

".Then what happened next?"

Xiang Yang took his cup of coffee, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, his voice slightly concerned.

"What I'm asking about is that she will definitely be sentenced." Little John picked up the cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking leisurely and contented. "Anyway, the editor-in-chief's matter was quite a big deal. I heard that she later put her My neck is scratched."

"Oh, really." Xiang Yang was surprised by his words.

How painful it must be to scratch your neck.Thinking of the pain that would last for a moment even if he was pinched by Liu Qianqian, Xiang Yang couldn't help but take a sip of coffee to calm down.

"By the way, help me choose a fabric from the fabric library. Just the kind that has the right elasticity, sweat-absorbing ability, feel and stretch for yoga pants."

"Okay, do you have any color requirements?"

"As long as it's not black, I'll sketch it out today. You can check the dyeing side and find something to do for those guys in Lyon."

"hey-hey."

As a die-hard Paris Saint-Germain fan, when he heard that Xiang Yang was looking for something to do for the Lyon people, Little John took a deep breath of his cigarette and smiled happily.

Seeing his expression, Xiang Yang couldn't help but shake his head.

Sure enough, men all have a 'childish' side.

After dealing with this matter, drinking coffee, and taking a few puffs of cigarettes, Xiang Yang felt that his mind was much clearer.When he was with Liu Qianqian, he couldn't even touch a cigarette, but now he could only smoke a few puffs when he was with Little John.

There is no way, the brain has not felt the pleasure brought by tobacco for a long time, and will "wake up" for a short time when taking a puff.

Seeing his blurred eyes gradually clearing up, Little John couldn't help but sigh, it was Laura who was better.

Back in his office, looking at the day's work plan, Xiangyang got busy. After finishing the work on Hermès, he began to draw the clothes to be designed by Annie Leibovitz.

Without a personal brand, like most well-known designers, he is doing his own thing while receiving a salary from a luxury brand.

In addition to Chanel and Fendi, 'Lafayette' has his own personal brand; Gaultier has his own personal brand; Le Maire also has a half-dead personal brand.

This is basically an unspoken rule in the industry, and no one will make a fuss about this kind of thing.

<divclass="contentadv">As soon as this busyness continued, it came to the early morning of the weekend.

Xiang Yang was sleeping soundly when the ringing of the phone woke him up.He picked up the phone and immediately recognized Liu Qianqian's voice.

"Aren't you up yet?"

Hearing the question, Xiang Yang was a little confused. He replied feebly: "What time is it now?"

"It's already past 7 o'clock and I'm on my way here."

"Ah, so early?" Xiang Yang, who was a little exhausted from work, rubbed his hair and tried to wake himself up, "Are you done with your work these days?"

"Well, yes." Liu Qianqian's voice sounded a little happy.

While Xiang Yang was busy at work these days, she did not stay idle in her rented apartment.

Not only did she find a very reliable French teacher through her father's introduction, and she began to pick up the French she had learned from Principal An when she was a child, she also made a special trip to the Paris campus of the Fleuran School of Theater and Film.

As a famous French drama and film school founded in 1965, it is not only the most famous private drama school in France, but also the cradle of cultivating world-class famous and successful actors.Daniel Auteuil, Isabelle Adjani, Sophie Marceau, Audrey Tautou, Guillaume Canet and other world-renowned superstars are the pride of this academy.

This school is interesting because it is a private school and it requires internships for admission.

After registration, you will participate in 3-8 days of courses, including drama, film, improvisation, musicals, etc. Applicants with relevant professional learning experience must submit relevant certificates when applying, and then pass an audition to be admitted.

Liu Qianqian had no intention of going back to school, but in order to enrich herself, she hired a teacher from the Paris campus.

Hearing that she was having a wonderful time after not seeing her for a few days, Xiangyang couldn't help but feel happy for her, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you."

"Uh, let me think about it." Liu Qianqian smiled when she heard this.

"Then let me get up first. Do you want some coffee? I'll make more."

"No, I brought tea for you."

"Tea, okay. Did Mei bring it?"

"Hehe." Liu Qianqian answered with laughter, then paused and said, "Xiang Yang, I want to eat egg pancakes, can you make them?"

"Egg pancake? Is it just flour, milk and a little chopped green onion?"

"Well, that's the kind."

Xiang Yang climbed up from the bed and said happily while striding to the bathroom, "Of course I can, then I'll make some more porridge."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After Liu Qianqian finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

She looked out the car window at the lush greenery with a smile on her face, and was still twirling a strand of hair on her chest with one hand to pass the time.

From time to time, she would straighten this strand of hair and put it in front of her eyes to carefully check whether there were any signs of split ends. She didn't stop until the car arrived.

After paying the fare, with the help of the driver, she carried a large suitcase and walked up the stairs. After a while, panting slightly, she appeared in front of Xiangyang's apartment door, knocking softly. The door rang.

The door opened quickly. Seeing Xiang Yang's astonished expression, she smiled, pointed at the trolley box and said, "Hurry up and pull it in for me, it's so heavy."

"Ah, okay." Xiang Yang nodded blankly.

He rubbed his eyes, turned sideways to let Liu Qianqian walk in, and stretched out his hand to pull the suitcase, but his eyes remained on the pair of slender, exquisite and graceful breasts hidden under the long blue shirt, modified by yoga pants. On beautiful legs

Well, these pants have a great shaping effect

Damn it, we can’t let her go out wearing this!