Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 41: ‘Wenqing’ girls don’t like to be too pretentious (please read~)

The next day, Jiang Mumu left.

With a little emotion, I got into a taxi heading to the airport.

Because Xiangyang still didn't give her a clear answer whether she would call her aunt to talk about her work.

It wasn't that Xiang Yang wanted to use this as a threat, or that he was being arrogant and refused to fight.

After returning to his room last night, Xiangyang originally wanted to contact Liu Qianqian as soon as possible and discuss with her about the "brainless" fans.

As a result, it was delayed because of a phone call.

The call came from a woman. Coincidentally, the other person was also a photographer. The discussion between the two also revolved around Paris.

It's just that this woman is a bit old and has a very venomous mouth. Initially, it was because Xiang Yang was not in Paris that she belittled Xiang Yang inside and out.

Her name is Annie.

Annie Leibovitz.

A woman who has just gone bankrupt and regained her life, a woman who has solved her financial pressure by getting a new position.The reason she went to Paris was because she finally recognized the reality, listened to the advice of her friends, and accepted the invitation from Vogue.

Of course, Xiang Yang was also among those who suggested to her that she should become the editor-in-chief of Vogue.

In Xiangyang's words, if you can make a minimum of US$100 million to US$200 million a year, why not go for it?

He couldn't even understand that this woman earned 2007 US dollars in one day by taking photos of the Queen of England in 10, which made her bankrupt.

After sending Jiang Mumu away, Xiang Yang was about to start busy with his own affairs.

After checking that only the horse-faced skirt was left on the trip, he planned to drive to Wuxi first, return the rented car to others, get the deposit back, and then take the high-speed train to Shanghai.

Maybe after returning to China, the good luck along the way ran out.

Not long after driving, Xiangyang noticed that the gloomy weather started to rain. By the time the car arrived in Wuxi, it had already started to rain.

The rain is not heavy, but the dripping is annoying.

"I should have known I would have brought a windbreaker back."

When they arrived in Shanghai, Xiangyang realized that the rain was really heavy here.After checking in and coming to his room, the first thing he did was to take off his slightly wet clothes, get into the bathroom and take a hot shower.

And this moment.

Liu Qianqian slumped on the sofa bored, looking at the raindrops hitting the glass with dull eyes.

Liu Xiaoli and Zhao Xin, who had returned from a day off, went out early in the morning.

She is the only one left at home.

After sleeping until she woke up naturally, she couldn't find anything to do when she got up, couldn't read a book, and the cat and dog were not around, which made her feel a little boring.

"Oh, it rains no matter how hard you say it rains."

Changing her position, Liu Qianqian's face was pressed against the cushions of the sofa, her cheeks a little pouty. "Didn't I say that a day like this is the best time to read? Why can't I read it at all?"

Glancing at the book upside down on the table, Liu Qianqian pursed her lips.

Thinking of some plots and words in the book, she couldn't help but comment that the writing was too pretentious.The author too deliberately caters to the plot that literary youth like. It seems okay at first, but after reading more, you will feel that the inner feelings between the male and female protagonists are too pretentious.

And the male protagonist doesn’t have many shining points.

The heroine couldn't let go at all, she was trapped in her own view of love, and she didn't have the courage to look straight into her heart.

But these were okay. What she couldn't stand the most was the author's narration.

'The beginning is the beginning of the end, and the original intention of encounter is parting.'

<divclass="contentadv">She was patiently preparing to read on to see where the story would develop. After seeing this sentence, she directly put the book on the table.

"What the hell? This author is really a loser. No wonder no one reads his novels."

After complaining again, Liu Qianqian put away the injustice in her heart and looked out the window again, but there was an indescribable loss in her eyes spreading in the corners of her eyes.

She suddenly remembered that after she sent a message to Xiangyang yesterday afternoon, he replied "Don't think too much, everything is fine" and then disappeared.

This made Liu Qianqian, who had always been thinking about her friend, a little uncomfortable.

It's as if you are not needed by the other person.

Just when she couldn't control her mind and started to think about it, the phone on the table rang, bringing her back to her senses.

One, two, three.

Liu Qianqian glanced at it and regained her mood to see who was calling.

"Hey, Xiangyang, are you done?" After seeing clearly who was calling, a pleasant voice reached Xiangyang's ears as soon as she picked up the phone in a panic.

Followed by the second sentence: "How is it? Is everything going well? Did it cause you any trouble?"

"Well, I'm done." Xiang Yang, who was wiping his hair with a towel, responded with a smile on his face, but he was a little strange in his heart. What good thing happened to the other party?

"It went pretty smoothly. I just arrived in Shanghai."

"You've arrived in Shanghai! Hehe." Liu Qianqian's slender eyelashes trembled, and she immediately became energetic. "Now that you're done with your work, can you rest for a few days?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

The life of a big star is indeed different from that of normal people, and their thinking is not on the same level.In ordinary people's lives, once they are busy with one thing, there is nothing else to do.

Alas, being separated from real life for too long seems to be bad for actors, right?

Seeing Xiang Yang's silence, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She held her breath and asked tentatively: "Why, do you have a lot of things to do?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yang said "Ah" and said quickly: "No, I just need to go to the library to check some information."

"Library?" Liu Qianqian was confused for a moment, then she quickly looked out the window, sizing up the falling raindrops, and suddenly suggested:

"How about, Xiangyang. Let's go to the library together. I happen to be reading to enrich myself."

"Ok?"

"Don't you think this kind of weather is suitable for reading?" Liu Qianqian said, and her heart began to look forward to it. She felt that if the other party said yes, the two of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

"What kind of weather is this?" Xiangyang hesitated.

After walking a few steps, he came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the upper floor. Looking at the dark but not dense clouds outside, he suddenly remembered that when he was in school in England, he encountered such weather. In addition to reading, holding an umbrella, and wearing a windbreaker Apart from pretending to be cool on the streets, I really feel uncomfortable doing anything else.

So he nodded and said, "Well, you're right, this weather is more suitable for reading."

As soon as he finished collecting it, another cheerful laughter came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, is it true?"

"Really, but..." Xiangyang frowned and paused when he heard this.

"But what?" Liu Qianxi asked blurtly.

"Liu Qianqian, look at the time. It seems like it's too late to go to the library now." Xiang Yang said, picking up the watch on the table.

At 3:17 in the afternoon, I rushed to the library. I probably was about to be kicked out before I even sat down.

"Hey, the library here is open until night."

"Okay, then I'll change my clothes."