Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 69 Holding Hands (please read)

Paris is a crowded city.

A far cry from the illusion portrayed in tourist ads and promotional posters, but for the vast majority of girls and a handful of boys in this city.

Busy streets and crowded streets are a good place to pursue romance.

Especially when fashion week comes around.

Models from all over the world gather here. Most of them are beautiful and have outstanding grace, which makes people fascinated and dreamy.

The fashionistas who also come will show their unique understanding and understanding of fashion according to their own body shapes and preferences, and present diversified beauty.

"Xiang, why did you use woody incense today?"

"Ah."

Xiang Yang responded calmly.

When he went out, he found that the smell of tobacco on his clothes was a bit heavy, so he made some repairs.

Unlike Little John who wears an orange Polo tucked into casual pants, Xiangyang's style is more "salt".

Black leather shoes, mid-calf socks, white cropped pants, an orange T-shirt, and a dark green shirt jacket that looks broad and ordinary, but has good texture.

This style makes people look comfortable, simple, loose, and has a clear silhouette.

After looking at the time, Little John started the car slowly. There was still plenty of time, "I'll throw it to the hotel for you, and then we'll meet there."

I also have to rush to say hello to my Laura before the show starts. "

"Okay," Xiang Yang's lips tilted slightly and he glanced at the other party with disdain, "You're not afraid of affecting her performance on stage."

"It will only affect her if I don't go." As he said that, Little John proudly hit Xiang Yang with a wink.

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About half an hour later, after driving through the crowded streets and walking along the Avenue Valois, he came to a baroque-style hotel. Little John waved to Xiang Yang and drove away quickly.

He refused to stay even for a moment.

Xiang Yang, who knew the reason, took a deep breath.

The hotel is crowded with 'new rich' people who dress up well and like to participate and show off their sense of fashion. They are different from the old money who live in their own manor in a low-key manner.They prefer such occasions where there are many people, either conversing attentively, or enjoying afternoon tea in the courtyard talking and laughing.

Xiang Yang, who was recognized before he even opened his mouth, tried his best to maintain a calm smile.

"Thomas, are you here to pick someone up? Which show are you going to see this afternoon?"

"Shang, can we take a photo together?"

"Shang, what do you recommend for this fashion week? Which show is more suitable for me?"

"Thomas, I'm going to attend your show tomorrow. How do you think I can match my clothes better? How about the 07 spring and summer series? There is one style that I like very much, but I don't want to match others' clothes."

"too difficult."

After some delay and a lot of talking, Xiang Yang took the elevator and arrived at the door of Liu Qianqian's room.

After adjusting his breathing, he gently knocked on the door.

"I'm coming, wait a minute."

After a soft voice came, the door of the house quickly opened from the inside.

When she saw Xiang Yang, Liu Qianqian, who was wearing a strapless dress, slightly opened her lips.

With a mixture of joy and dissatisfaction on her face, she looked at the time on the small and exquisite watch on her wrist.

"Bring me a bottle of water quickly, I'm dying of thirst."

"Oh well."

Hearing that Xiang Yang's voice was a little hoarse, Liu Qianqian was a little surprised and led Xiang Yang into the room. She quickly picked up a bottle of mineral water in a glass bottle from the table and handed it to him, "There was too much traffic outside. Did you walk here?"

Xiang Yang shook his head, and after taking the water, he took a big sip first, "There are too many people staying in this hotel who were invited to come over, and I was pulled by them to chat for a long time."

"Them?" Liu Qianqian curled her lips, and the tone in her smile expressed her taste.

Just... a little dissatisfied with him being surrounded by 'them'.

"Where is Zhao Xin?"

<divclass="contentadv">After Xiang Yang drank the water, he looked at the tidy room with his peripheral vision.

In the girl's room, the refreshing fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"She went out to play." Liu Qianqian's eyes moved and she said with a smile: "She said she couldn't enter the show, and I didn't need her to take care of her, so she finished it for me and went to visit the museum."

"There are quite a lot of people in the museum now." Xiang Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at Liu Qianqian.

Liu Qianqian turned her head, winked and smiled at Xiang Yang, "How about it? Is it okay to have your hair tied up?"

After saying that, she waited quietly, raising her head and staring at the other person.

She was quite satisfied with the advice Xiang Yang sent her in the morning. The rolled up hair made Liu Qianqian's slender white neck look even more charming.

A quick glance will make you salivate.

After just one glance, Xiang Yang felt that his breathing was a little short. It's funny, the less you want to look at something, the more your eyes can't help but look elsewhere.

Unable to fight the Xiang Yang in his heart, he simply looked around seriously and said, "It's pretty good."

Liu Qianqian said "hmm".

"Let's go, Elie Saab starts at 4:[-] in the afternoon, we have to go there early." Xiang Yang said, making a gesture of invitation, "Is there anything you need me to get for you?"

"No, I don't like men to carry my bag for me." Liu Qianqian smiled and put a small bag on her shoulder.

This is a small cowhide bag of the same color that she specially selected.

"What do you think?" He said, gently patting the leather of the bag a few times with his little hand.

"." Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, and when he wanted to shake his head, he saw the clarity in Liu Qianqian's eyes and shrugged, "You look good on anything you carry."

"Really?"

"real."

There is a big benefit to staying in a hotel partnered by Hermès.

——Don’t worry about not being able to find a car to go to the show.

When I came to the lobby, I talked to the concierge. Not long after, the hotel arranged a commercial vehicle to take Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian to the show.

The big shows on the first day of Paris Fashion Week usually start at 4 pm.

The opening time of each show is staggered, and the length of time varies. The more important show will last about one and a half to two and a half hours.

On the road.

Unlike Liu Qianqian who was interested in admiring the street scene outside, as the show was about to begin, Xiang Yang's cell phone was so busy that he couldn't handle it.

During the call, the phone vibrated from time to time as text messages were received.

"It seems that he is really busy."

Looking at Xiang Yang, who was talking to the person on the phone with a smile on his face, Liu Qianqian clenched her palms. When the two of them walked out of the room and passed by the lobby, some people kept saying hello to Xiang Yang.

In the past few days, he has been taking time to spend time with me.

I also listened to Zhao Xin's 'bad idea' and asked him to design silk scarves for me like an ignorant girl when he was busy.

With the soft conversation lingering in her ears, Liu Qianqian turned her head to look out the window, her eyes wandering a little, and she was in a daze, thinking too much.

The car stopped, but she didn't pay attention.

"Okay, we're getting off."

"Ok?"

Hearing the sound, Liu Qianqian turned her head and realized when she saw that the car door had been opened and Xiang Yangdu was standing under the car to greet her.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiang Yang asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." Liu Qianqian shook her head, holding her skirt with one hand, and stretched her other hand out of the car door naturally.

Looking at the slender hand in front of him, Xiang Yang took it without thinking too much.

It wasn't until the moment he touched it that he realized that Liu Qianqian's palm was a little wet and her skin was delicate and smooth.

It also makes people a little greedy.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to hold hands with her