Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 61 The 'Lost' Liu Qianqian (please follow up)

"You're full. This dessert is so delicious."

Liu Qianqian leaned back slightly and patted her abdomen gently with her slender fingertips.

Her face, which was slightly red due to the alcohol in the dessert, looked satisfied, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Xiang Yang lowered his head and slowly tasted the handmade ice cream. The moment he raised his eyebrows, he felt the vanilla cream melting in his mouth. It was sweet but not greasy.

"Where are we going next?" Liu Qianqian winked at Xiang Yang.

"Go back to the hotel." Xiang Yang blurted out subconsciously. Feeling the ambiguity in the words, he coughed twice, "Send, take you back to the hotel. Sorry."

"Oh, I thought you would take me to have a look." Liu Qianqian bit her thin lips, pointed out the window, and said with drooped eyebrows: "Won't you take me to have a look? The lights on the tower outside are still on."

"There are a lot of thieves in Paris at night." Xiang Yang smiled and said with a small frown.

"Okay then." Liu Qianxi muttered, giving up.

But she put it on the dining table and rubbed her fingers to tell him that she actually wanted to take a walk and chat after dinner like last time.

"Next time, it's too late today."

"Well, listen to you."

Having said that, there was a hint of resentment in Liu Qianqian's eyes when she looked at the Tower.

She suddenly felt that it seemed like this every time. At the end of the happy time, there was always a 'pumpkin car' that belonged to her.

"Tick tock" stopped at the top of my heart.

Until the ice cream completely melted in his mouth and became a little greasy, Xiang Yang came back to his senses from that moving side face.

He pursed his lips slightly, took a sip of water without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "My friend has a show and invites me to join him. I don't know if you are interested."

"???" Liu Qianqian turned around, faced Xiang Yang, and tilted her head slightly.

"Elie Saab's haute couture show," Xiang Yang finished, recalling the vague images that still remained in his mind, and said with certainty, "Actually, their clothes are quite suitable for you."

"suit me?"

"Yes, gauze clothes actually match you quite well."

"Will it?" Liu Qianqian's eyes flashed with confusion.

Xiang Yang was speechless. He felt that he still had the right to speak in this regard, "Of course, why, you still don't believe my vision."

"It's not that I don't believe it, hehe." Upon hearing this, Liu Qianqian's eyebrows suddenly widened and she playfully stuck out her tongue towards Xiangyang, "Their clothes are too expensive."

"Expensive?" Xiangyang was stunned. Haute couture is indeed not cheap, but the person who said this was Liu Qianqian, a celebrity who donated 80 million yuan to the coat.

He felt that it was okay for an ordinary person like him to be too high-end and expensive, but Liu Qianqian's mouth that she was too expensive was a bit like Versailles.

After all, she will have so many big houses in BJ and Shanghai in the future.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang said: "It should be fine for you. Your salary is quite high, so you shouldn't have much pressure not to buy something too luxurious."

Hearing this, Liu Qianqian looked at Xiang Yang, stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"I don't have as high a salary as you think. When I was in "Dragon", I only got 8000 yuan per episode of the TV series, but the salary for "The King of Kung Fu" was 230 million, hehe." As she said that, she leaned forward. He paused and said proudly:

"U.S. dollars."

"Oh" Xiang Yang nodded, not paying much attention.

Although he can't even take out 100 million US dollars in his pocket, this does not prevent Xiangyang from looking down on the figure of 230 million US dollars.Anyway, it's not his turn to spend the money, and the remuneration for actors in later generations is terrifying, so he has long been used to it.

"You don't have anything to say?" Liu Qianqian raised her eyebrows, her face beginning to simmer.

"Very good, come on." Xiang Yang clenched his fists.

"Please, you can trick me into buying something, and you can make me proud of myself." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips, glanced at the disappointed Xiang Yang in disappointment, and then glanced out the window.

Looking at the lights on the iron tower, Liu Qianqian was angry with one side of her face and clenched her teeth tightly.

I really wanted to hear him praise me.

<divclass="contentadv">"There are so many people who like you, and they will be proud of you." Xiang Yang smiled and motioned to the waiter not far away.

When Liu Qianqian heard this, her expression froze slightly.

they?

It seems that I have disappointed them.

A hint of sadness lingered in his eyes.

But as Xiangyang started to pay, Liu Qianqian pursed her lips, thought to herself and adjusted her mood a little, then she looked at him with drooped eyebrows.

"Let's go, don't look so reluctant, I'll come back next time if I have a chance."

After paying the tip, Xiang Yang saw Liu Qianqian's slightly disappointed look. He thought it was because she was still very young and her mind was not as mature as in the future, so she leaned forward and said.

Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiang Yang and nodded.

She wanted to say something, but she really didn't know how.

So I chose silence instead of words, blaming the other party in my heart.

Xiang Yang stood up and looked at Liu Qianqian looking up at him, her eyes still full of emotions. She helplessly sighed in her heart, "It turns out that immortals also have their moments as mortals." Then he stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Okay, let's go. Don't let Zhao Xin get anxious, or he'll have to make a phone call later."

Liu Qianqian pouted, her nose wrinkled slightly and she asked, "What are you reaching for?"

"I see you don't want to move, so I'll pull you up." Xiang Yang looked at his outstretched palm awkwardly, "How about you give me your windbreaker and I can put it on for you, it's cold outside."

Liu Qianqian was silent and stared at Xiang Yang for two seconds.

"Never."

With a stubborn sound, Liu Qianqian moved her chair back, stood up, turned around and picked up her windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair.She spread her hands lightly and just put in one arm. Facing the other party, she suddenly realized that she couldn't find the other sleeve.

Stretch it, that’s not right.

I stretched it again, but it was still not right.

Originally, she felt a little depressed because of Xiang Yang's words, and she felt that the other party was urging her. She was a little irritated and suddenly panicked.

"Here." With a smile on his lips, Xiang Yang took a step forward and grabbed Liu Qianqian's wrist, which was searching for the sleeves. The other hand grabbed the windbreaker, "You are so frizzy, I didn't expect you to be quite versatile."

"Are you irritated?" Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiang Yang in annoyance, "It's not because of you."

"When did I rush you?" Xiang Yang said, helping her tuck her arms into the sleeves of her windbreaker, "I was worried that you went to bed too late and didn't get a good rest."

"." Liu Qianqian's eyes were solemn and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly. "Please help me pull up my sleeves."

"Just stretch it."

"I want you to pull it tight for me!"

The hotel cooperated by the public relations department of Hermès has a pretty good location.

In the reserved room, open the window, the moonlight and lights shine on the rippling Seine River, and you can see a corner of the Eiffel Tower when you look sideways.

Zhao Xin came to the hotel alone and checked in, but was in no mood to look out the window.

He was holding a sandwich in his mouth and looking at the ringing cell phone with a sad look on his face.

Should I answer it or not?

"Liu Qianqian, can you please answer your mother's call every time you go out?

If she asks me to look for you now, where will I look for you? ! ! "

sorry for the late arrival