Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 35 Liu Qianqian, your mother is looking for you! (Please read~)

The surface of the river is glowing with yellow halo waves.

Liu Qianqian tilted her neck and looked at Xiang Yang, eagerly waiting for the other party's answer.

"Then?" Xiangyang was a little confused. Then eat?walk?

He actually felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It had been the first time anyway.

"Of course you want to tell me what kind of clothes to wear. Don't you have any requirements?" Liu Qianqian smiled.

"Oh, that's true." Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang took two steps back and looked at the other person's figure carefully.

Okay, I really can’t stand this outfit.

Looking at this familiar set of clothes, Xiang Yang was suddenly startled, and asked tremblingly: "You don't know how, are you going to wear this outfit that you match?!"

"Me? Myself? Matching? This outfit?" Liu Qianqian was immediately confused.

She lowered her head, looked at her slender waist and the few tassels on her jeans, and asked in a daze:

"Do you Hermès also have such a style?"

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Xiang Yang suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Liu Qianqian also suddenly realized what she had said. She laughed twice to cover up her embarrassment.

But her laughter and the "swishing" sound of the river water lapping at the river seemed to have lost their voices in the stunned ears of Xiang Yang.He swore that although some of Gaultier's designs were exaggerated, this top would never exist.

"I'm just kidding. Why are you so serious?" Liu Qianqian, knowing that she had said something wrong, took two steps forward and came to Xiang Yang, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's okay." Xiang Yang nodded blankly, lowered his head hesitantly, and looked at the other party, "Liu Qianqian, I want to discuss something with you."

"Tell me, I wanted to ask you for advice." Liu Qianqiong's nose wrinkled slightly and her voice sounded like a murmur.

Xiang Yang swallowed his throat, and after thinking for a long time, he expressed his opinion in a tentative tone:

"How about I finish my work in a few days and go shopping with you to buy some clothes.

Do you think it works? "

"Invite me to go shopping?" Liu Qianqian nodded slowly with a smile in her eyes.

But as soon as she agreed, she stared at Xiang Yang again and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being photographed by reporters again?"

"Not afraid." Xiang Yang blurted out with a firm tone.

"That's okay." Upon hearing this straightforward answer, Liu Qianqian smiled happily.

Although her sweet smile was hidden in the mask, it was precisely because Xiang Yang couldn't see it that her smile was unhesitating.

Just, the mood became very happy again.

"Oh, by the way, I have something for you." Feeling the joy in her heart, Liu Qianqian no longer hesitated. She took out the pen box she had prepared early in the morning from her purse and handed it to Xiang Yang. , "This. This is the gift I am going to give you."

"A gift?"

"Well, I chose it specially for you. It's not very expensive, and it's something you can use often."

"A pen?"

"Ah."

Looking at the pen box without any decoration, she bit her lip lightly, fearing that the other party would dislike it.

"Thank you." Xiang Yang moved the corner of his mouth, trying to make his voice sound normal, "This is my first time receiving a pen."

"That's good."

When Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian were getting ready to finish, Zhao Xin stayed in the restaurant, holding the buzzing phone in his hand anxiously, restlessly, and anxiously.

Liu Xiaoli called, and they came one after another.

Ever since he saw Liu Qianqian and Xiang Yang walking out of the restaurant and taking a walk along the river, Zhao Xin knew that he would never get anything good.

But she didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Oh, I'm dead this time anyway. Sister Sissi, please wish yourself well."

<divclass="contentadv">When the phone rang again, Zhao Xin sighed and pressed the answer button with a painful look on his face. As expected, before the phone was put to his ear, he heard the soft but still A stern voice said, "Zhao Xin, let me ask you, where are you and Qianqian?

Why didn't she answer when I called her? "

"Auntie, Sister Qianqian is having dinner with friends." Zhao Xin trembled and quickly said the lines he had prepared all morning.

"Let her answer the phone now." Liu Xiaoli said.

"Ah ah." Upon hearing this, Zhao Xin knew that he could no longer hide it. In the past, if Liu Xiaoli heard such a reply, he would have just told her a few words and asked her to convey her 'will'.

But at the moment, he directly expressed his attitude.

"Okay, you don't have to lie to me anymore." Liu Xiaoli didn't want to listen to Zhao Xin hesitating on the phone, but said: "Go to her now. I have something to tell her."

"Auntie, don't be angry. Sister Sissi is really just partying with friends."

"It's not whether I'm angry or not." Hearing that Zhao Xin wanted to protect her daughter, Liu Xiaoli, who was holding the Hermès invitation, interrupted him directly, "Go find her quickly, I have something very important here."

Knowing that Liu Xiaoli was really angry, Zhao Xin did not dare to cover up Liu Qianqian anymore.

She agreed repeatedly, hung up the phone and quickly got up and walked out of the back garden of the restaurant, jogging in the direction where Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian left just now.

"It's over, it's over. Sister Sissi, you have to give me a hand when the time comes."

There are not many people walking along the river at night, and most of them are elderly.

After running for a while, Zhao Xin saw the two people walking back along the river under the street lights, talking and laughing.

"I'll see how you laugh later." Although Zhao Xin was almost out of breath, he still couldn't help but complained. Not far away, he looked at the two people running towards her with some surprise.

"Xinxin, why are you here?"

Seeing Zhao Xin running in front of him, Liu Qianqian asked in surprise.

"Hurry up, Sister Qianxi, Auntie is calling. Auntie is calling you. It's urgent."

Regardless of whether Xiang Yang was around or not, Zhao Xin gasped and said.

"My mother has something urgent to do with me?"

Under the mask, the smile on Liu Qianqian's face visibly froze, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and her joyful mood was instantly blown away by the breeze beside the river.

Being angry with her mother was just one aspect. She knew the priorities clearly and quickly took the phone from Zhao Xin. After glancing at Xiang Yang who was confused about what was going on, she nodded apologetically and walked a few steps elsewhere. Just made the call.

Perhaps out of guilt, her ear was a little far away from the receiver of the phone.

Seeing Liu Qianqian's submissive look, Zhao Xin wiped his forehead while panting, feeling full of worry.

Apart from being worried, she also glanced dissatisfied at the 'culprit' of this matter - Xiang Yang.

"What's so good about this man?"

The expression on Xiang Yang's face was also stiff, and he was still guessing what happened.

Just then, the phone connected.

Beside the quiet river, the space between the three people suddenly fell silent.

Liu Qianqian, who answered the phone with her head tilted, hid for a few moments at first, covered the phone and said something, then turned her head and glanced at Xiangyang a few times, then covered the phone and said something before hanging up.

? ? ? ?

Xiang Yang was a little confused.

Zhao Xin also looked in disbelief.

The two people's surprise made Liu Qianqian very elegant and generous.She put away her phone, walked back to Xiang Yang, took a deep breath, and raised her head to look at him.

Looking at the confused Xiang Yang, a flash of intelligence flashed in her eyes.

"Xiang Yang, me."

Because of the problem of pursuing studies, the results were not very satisfactory.Maybe I won’t make it to the second round. For the next update, I’ll try to write 10 words first, and then I’ll look at the results of smart push for the rest.Sorry, I have been publishing the book for so long, 4000 words a day. You have worked so hard to catch up, but I am actually tired too.But last time I poured 30 words, really.