Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 73 Reasons for wanting to stay (please follow up)

"Get the silk scarf."

"Well, thank you."

Each Hermès scarf usually contains 30-45 colors, and the number in the paint library is as high as 75000.

The color on each scarf is made by the color team in Rio.

Every year, only 12 scarves are launched according to spring, summer, autumn and winter.These 12 models will have re-color matching of 6 classic models in the past, and 6 new designs.

After walking out of the store, Liu Qianqian paused for a moment while holding the bag in her hand.

When Xiang Yang came out after saying hello, she looked sideways at him, her eyes full of joy, and then a smile slowly appeared on her face, "Thank you, this is the first time I have received a gift like a silk scarf, and it is also the first time. Secondary use.”

"Me too..." Xiangyang stammered.

He was a little confused. He had the impression that she was buying silk scarves at the airport.

For some reason, Liu Qianqian seemed to see Xiang Yang's confusion, "Last time at the airport, I bought it for my mother."

"Ah, that's it." Xiang Yang understood, looking into the clear eyes in front of him, "Just think of it as a return gift from the pen you gave me last time."

"How about I treat you to dinner?" Liu Qianqian suggested with a smile. After blinking her slender eyelashes, she also joked deliberately: "Mr. Xiangyang?"

"..."

Hearing this, Xiang Yang felt waves of tightening in his chest.

damn it.

Cursing in his heart, Xiang Yang took a deep breath and said, "Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll take you there?"

Liu Qianqian thought for a while and did not answer immediately. After a while, she said: "I want to eat some street snacks. Is there a night market or something like that here that I can go shopping in?"

"Yes, there are quite a few." Xiang Yang nodded, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I know there is an interesting alley. It is the shortest street in Paris. We can go shopping."

"Is it far?"

"Not far. You can look it up. Its name has quite a story. It's called 'The Story of Cat Street', which can also be translated as... It's said that a cat has been living in that alley and often goes to the Seine River to catch fish. …”

"Cat? Is there a cat over there?"

Liu Qianqian almost jumped for joy when she heard about her favorite animal.

Without thinking, she grabbed Xiang Yang's wrist.

While pulling Xiangyang towards the subway station, he smiled and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly, otherwise you will say that it is too late and it is not safe, so you should go back early to rest or something."

"But..." Xiang Yang did not refuse, but just tried to explain.

Paris at night is indeed not safe enough.

……

The next morning, Xiangyang woke up very early to the sound of the alarm clock.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my stiff limbs. I came back too late last night.He remembered that it was almost 23:[-] when he sent Liu Qianqian back to the hotel.

The relaxed laughter and comfortable conversation echoed in his mind, and Xiang Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

But as he came to the bathroom and looked at the smile on his face in the mirror, Xiang Yang suddenly realized that he seemed to be fascinated by the beauty of the other party.

There's nothing wrong with that, but it's wrong.

After washing up, shaving and arranging his hair, Xiangyang picked up his bag and quickly went downstairs to his car.

The Hermès show is not far from the Louvre Museum.

After finding a parking space, Xiangyang passed by a cafe along the street and bought a breakfast, then walked through several alleys to the entrance of the show.

I said hello, brushed my face, and walked into the noisy show.

Gaultier had already arrived early and was communicating with the show director.

Before the start of the afternoon, the models will be arranged to have a final rehearsal, as will the lighting and sound.

In short, he regarded this farewell show as quite important.

"Come here, Thomas." Seeing Xiangyang standing at the door holding a cup of coffee, looking like he didn't want to come in, Gaultier shouted directly.

"Director, is there anything you need me to do?"

Xiang Yang clicked his lips, thinking that he might as well smoke a cigarette outside, drink the coffee and then come in.

"You," Gaultier frowned and thought for a moment, "take the list and check the clothes in the backcourt to see if there are any threads left."

<divclass="contentadv">"Yeah." Xiangyang nodded. How could there be such a thing as thread? He had checked it so many times.

It's just that this kind of thought will only stay in his mind and will not be expressed.

Be more rigorous and you will never go wrong.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Seeing that Xiang Yang was about to leave, Gaultier stopped him again, "I heard Le Maire talk about it. The idea of ​​sports style is good. Tennis and golf are indeed more popular on the show floor. Fits with fashion elements.

As for the other ones, I’ll try to fight for them after they’re designed. I think it’s okay to expand them into a series. "

"Yeah, I know." Xiang Yang smiled slightly.

This is what he planned. Since the company is willing, why not take this opportunity to make the sports series bigger and stronger. After all, this is the first series he has been responsible for since he started his career.

"The idea of ​​Chinese style is not bad. Give me some fabrics when they arrive." After saying that, remembering what Flamel said, Gaultier suddenly asked curiously: "But why do you have so much information?"

"Brush it up, hehe."

"What, you want to write a book?"

"That's not it."

Without even thinking about it, Xiang Yang rejected the idea and decided to write a book... forget it.

He has neither the memory of a copywriter nor the writing skills of an author. The materials he prepared are only for use in the introduction manual during the autumn and winter fashion weeks.

"Well, all right, you go to work."

Gaultier looked at his watch and urged.

Xiang Yang, "..."

.......

In the morning light, in the hotel's garden restaurant, birds were chirping and resting on the branches.

Under the tree, Liu Qianqian, who had been awakened by the sound of pigeons early in the morning, was sitting on a wicker chair, smelling the scent of pine hidden in the refreshing air at the tip of her nose. She was eating breakfast while talking on the phone with Liu Xiaoli.

Last night, she slept very sweetly.

"Sissi, why are you and Xiaopang getting involved again?"

"Mom, we met yesterday, and then some of her media friends interviewed us."

"..."

"..."

As soon as the call was connected, Liu Xiaoli asked the question she was most concerned about.

When she woke up early in the morning and read the overwhelming reports on the Internet, she knew that her daughter, who was starting to lose her heart, had another incident in Paris.

The incident of "competing" with another female star at a show was reported, which has both good and bad consequences.

However, after listening to Liu Qianqian's explanation, she really couldn't figure out what one of the parties involved, Fan Xiaopang, was planning.

Is it an opportunity to speculate?

Or do you want the media to flatter you and suppress others?

Or is it……

"It's all that designer who took his daughter around for free." Knowing that it was Xiang Yang who dragged her daughter to the ELieSaab show, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but blame the culprit for 'hooking up' her daughter to Paris.

"Then when will you come back? After the show today, there will be nothing else, right?"

"Well... let me ask Zhao Xin." Liu Qianqian frowned, held the phone and asked Zhao Xin, then said with a little pity: "Mom, you forgot, the "Harper's Bazaar" team is coming to make me a Exclusive interview. You agreed."

"I..." Liu Xiaoli was stunned, she had really forgotten.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she followed the blame just now and put the matter on Xiang Yang's head.

Who told him to be around his daughter every day and make him fearful...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Liu Qianqian, who was constantly communicating with Liu Xiaoli on the phone, pursed her lips, rubbed her palms, and asked softly with a little anxiety:

"Mom, I want to stay here for a while...

Can you stay with my dad? "

Liu Xiaoli, "..."