Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 47: My brain is broken (please follow up)

Reading through information is an extremely energy-consuming task.

After searching and sorting out information in the library for a whole day, Xiang Yang's head was heavy with overuse.

At 17:[-], after the collection reading room closed on time, Xiang Yang took a cup of coffee brought from the library, smoked a cigarette, and talked on the phone with Jiang Mumu.

Her progress there was better than her own.

After all, the experience of the previous few days prevented her from looking for status like Xiang Yang.

After exchanging work, and just chatting a few words about signing autographs, another call came in from Xiangyang.

Seeing that the call was from Le Maire, Xiang Yang quickly ended his chat with Jiang Mumu and answered the call from his friend and boss.

"Why, urging me to go back?" Xiang Yang asked with a smile.

"Not entirely. After looking at the design you sent me last night, I didn't expect you to have the energy to make such a small thing." After taking over the conversation in a calm tone, Flamel said with a smile:

"I just went to the Legal Department to communicate. After briefly checking some information, my colleagues there said they wanted to see you, so I called you in advance to say congratulations."

"Legal Department? Congratulations?" Xiang Yang yawned widely and asked in confusion.

"Well, it seems that I can apply for a design patent."

"Yeah, is there such a good thing?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily.

There are many tricks up his sleeve in this design, and he has borrowed many fashionable design ideas from previous masks. It is normal for him to be able to apply for some shape patents.

There may be considerable profits.

It's just that he didn't pay much attention to it and ignored it.

"The details may take a while. You also know that the efficiency of the Legal Department is very slow." After Xiang Yang's laughter ended, Flamel said:

"There is also good news, do you want to hear it? If you want to hear it, come back and treat me to a meal, just to express your gratitude to me."

"What's the point of eating? I'll treat you to a drink." Xiang Yang said in a relaxed tone.

"Well, that's fine." Le Maire agreed. He was just going to wait for the fashion week to end, relax, and rip off some money.

"Contact the friend you mentioned. France will provide her with clothes, so she doesn't have to prepare them herself."

"Oh, yeah, that's good."

"Originally, the public relations department was going to send an email to the Chinese side today, but I think I should let you convey it better, just to promote the relationship between you two."

"Then thank you very much."

After saying that, Xiang Yang grinned. Is this a good thing for him?

Promote feelings

Since the two separated last night, they haven't even exchanged a text message.He didn't need to guess to know that the ordinary 'friendship' between the two had changed after yesterday.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to the hotel. I'm a little tired from checking the information."

Thinking of Liu Qianqian, Xiang Yang couldn't help but shook his head.

"Nothing else. Come back early after checking the information. There are still many things here."

"Well, it's almost there."

"Okay, I'll go and get busy first. You know how Gaultier is feeling these days."

"Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Yang let out a long sigh. The sudden mention of leaving made him feel a little melancholy. Looking at the gray sky in the distance, he felt as if there was an extra layer of fog.

I'm quite infatuated with my hometown.

Whether you are in BJ, Shanghai, Suzhou, Nanjing, or any other land.

After staring blankly for a while, Xiangyang regained consciousness. Although he still had no inspiration for the design he really wanted to explore, coming back this time was not without gain.

The required fabrics were obtained, the information on horse-faced skirts was almost found, and I unexpectedly made acquaintance with Liu Qianqian.

Not bad.

Lying on the sofa in Liu Qianqian's room, Su Chang pursed her lips helplessly as she looked at her friend lying on the bed fighting with a book.

She wanted to persuade her at first, but after hearing Liu Qianqian explain everything between the two of them from beginning to end, she didn't know how to persuade her.

Just, I feel like I can't help it at all.

<divclass="contentadv">As Liu Qianqian’s best friend, she knew that her friend, who had been poisoned by literary youth novels, pursued too idealistic relationships.

Yearning for the so-called compatibility, spiritual.

But if you yearn for it, just yearn for it. You can't be too persistent, right?

Isn't this a reversal?

Su Chang, who really couldn't stand it anymore, stopped being polite to her best friend, sat up from the sofa and came to the bed, "Sissi, stop looking, I'm hungry."

"Ah, okay. I just want to eat and change my mind." Liu Qianqian reluctantly looked away from the text, folded the pages, and rubbed her sore eyes.

"Hey, if you can't stand it, don't force yourself."

"It's okay," Liu Qianqian squeezed her eyes. She felt her eyes were still a little uncomfortable, so she got up and said, "Wait for me, I'll put some eye drops."

"You are so stubborn." Su Chang shook his head helplessly.

Liu Qianqian smiled coquettishly when she heard this but said nothing.

She walked to the bedside table, rummaged for eye drops, then lay back on the bed, dripping eye drops, and said:

"Actually, I think this book is quite interesting. Reading it feels better than reading a novel."

"You shouldn't watch this, just read the history of the evolution of art genres."

Liu Qianqian nodded slightly: "Well, wait until I finish reading this book."

"You really want to read it." Su Chang looked surprised.

Staring at his friend's acquiescence, Su Chang couldn't help but snorted, "Sissi, it's not that I'm not worth it for you.

Look, it’s been a day since last night. Has the person you’ve been thinking about so much contacted you? "

"He's busy." Liu Qianxi closed her eyes and said softly.

These words made Su Chang dumbfounded. After saying to himself that you are quite good at finding reasons for the other party, he said helplessly:

"Then no matter how busy he is, he still needs to eat and rest, right?"

"." The tip of Liu Qianqian's nose wrinkled slightly.

Seeing her little action, Su Chang smiled slightly and said, "Look, you have admitted it yourself."

"No," Liu Qianqian shook her head and said, "Xiang Yang only regards me as a friend. He will only contact me unless there is something about me."

"Then you should be more confident." Su Chang pointed out the key points directly.

"Ok?"

"I say you should be more confident. Since you think he is compatible with you, ask him if he has a crush on you." Su Chang's tone was slightly serious.

From her perspective, Liu Qianqian is more than enough to match Xiang Yang.

As a good friend of mine, what is not outstanding about her appearance, character, and temper?

As for being ashamed of yourself just because the other person is a bit talented?Those with a discerning eye can tell from the messy rumors on the Internet that someone is deliberately trying to smear someone.

If the designer named Xiang Yang is not moved after his friend expresses his goodwill, it must be because this man's brain is broken.

"Changchang, I think this is good."

"What do you say?"

"I think this is good, and I haven't thought about it clearly."

Liu Qianqian's cheeks were slightly red. After repeating it resentfully, she sat up, her eyes that had just been filled with eye drops reflected the figure of her friend clearly.

"you"

Su Chang was slightly startled. This answer made her understand completely.

The one with a broken brain is.

I didn’t make it to the second round. Well, what can I say? I don’t know what to say, so it’s to be expected. It’s normal to not be able to make it if you don’t write well.

However, I still want to thank everyone for following up and giving rewards, thank you.