Rebirth of Rong Shao

Rong Fei grinned more happily, rubbing his calf on An Kaiwen, slowly moving down, imitating a stripper's body leaning back, the people around him got HIGH again, Rong Fei's forehead The hair slid through an arc in the air, and when he regained the opponent's An Kaiwen's eyes, he realized that the opponent was actually there. Rong Fei dragged An Kaiwen down with a thunder and thunder, and poured champagne into his mouth.

"Cough...cough cough..." The choked An Kaiwen lowered his head and coughed vigorously, his entire face flushed.

Rong Fei put the cup aside, leaning on the bar and looking down at An Kaiwen, "I said, next time you use the same method to provoke me, I will definitely smash your face."

After speaking, Rong Fei left An Kaiwen and walked to Mr. Perini to clink glasses with him.

PARTY still continues.

Lean came over and patted An Kaiwen on the back, and said amusedly: "I have been taught! Who wants you to find the wrong person?"

Finally, An Kaiwen straightened up, his gaze unexpectedly ran into Rong Fei's back.

"Ann Kaiwen?" Lean pushed him. "You don't really like that kid, do you?"

With a chuckle, Ann Kaiwen took the glass on the side and poured himself a glass of wine, "How is it possible?"

He raised his head and drank it, An Kaiwen didn't know whether he was laughing at Rong Fei or laughing at himself.

After the PARTY was over, Rong Fei returned to the hotel and threw the phone on the bedside table. Rong Fei glanced at it and still had no text messages. He fell into the bed wearily, and when he thought of An Kaiwen's kiss, he bounced all over, rushed into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth fiercely. After squeezing toothpaste three times, he wiped his mouth contentedly.

Suddenly, the picture of Su Zhen kissing herself on the London Eye flooded into her mind.

Such wildness is like an indulgent kiss to catch everything... Rong Fei subconsciously reached out and touched his lips...

Impossible... Don't think about it anymore...

That is the illusion after you were drunk, that is the delusion that you should not have, that is the blasphemy against Su Zhen...

Rong Fei lowered his head and became sad.

Why is the kissing scene I thought of not with that hot actress, but with Su Zhen?

At this moment, the mobile phone in the room rang, and Rong Fei subconsciously turned around and ran over, stepping on the water stain and almost slipping to the point. When he picked up the mobile phone, he suddenly understood how stupid he was.

"Hey... Rong Fei? Are you already asleep?" Su Zhen's voice was indifferent and soft.

"Ah, not yet. Today all the catwalks in Milan are over, everyone went to the PARTY, so it was relatively late to toss." Rong Fei lay on the bed while holding his phone, listening to Su Zhen's voice as he originally drank it. The wine is slowly rising, and the whole person is upset.

"Actually, when I dialed the phone, I regretted it. I was afraid that you would wake you up when you were asleep."

"No, no. Are you okay over there? Are there many announcements?"

"Ah... this..." Su Zhen paused, her voice full of smiles, "Guess where I am now?"

"Where? The filming scene? On the way home? Or what's the recording crew of the show?"

At this time, the boarding announcement came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, dear passengers, the Air France CA2234 you are flying on has begun to check tickets..."

Only then did Rong Fei react, "Are you at the airport? Are you flying to France?"

"To be precise, I want to fly to Paris."

"Paris? Are you going to Paris?"

"Well, I haven't noticed for more than ten days, and I want to let go of everything and have a good rest. If I'm at home, I'm afraid that I won't be quiet, so I might as well simply go abroad for vacation. In that case, I might as well go to Paris and enjoy your style.

The throbbing feeling came to his mind again, and Rong Fei knew that Su Zhen had chosen to go to Paris for vacation specifically to watch his catwalks.

"thank you."

"See you in Paris."

"Ok."

The phone was hung up, Su Zhen still had the magazine in his hand, and his eyes fell on Rong Fei, who was on the color page.

Rong Fei fell asleep in the dark, and didn't even get up for lunch the next day.

In the confusion, someone walked into his room, sat on the edge of his bed, kneading his hair.

"Yeah..." Rong Fei murmured and opened his eyes. In the dark, he faintly distinguished the elegant silhouette, "...Su Zhen...Aren't you on the plane..."

In the next second, the other party leaned down, and Rong Fei's kisses swept all his thoughts before Rong Fei calmed down.

With such a persistent kiss, Rong Fei froze there in a panic.

Suddenly, something hit Rong Fei's thinking. He suddenly sat up and turned on the lamp. Only then did he realize that the room was empty.

Everything is an illusion...

Rong Fei reached out and held his forehead, the feeling of his heart beating wildly still. Rong Fei felt that his throat was so dry and dumb, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, standing under the shower, the water streaming down.

Drenching his shoulders on top of his head, drenching everything about him.

Rong Fei's fist hit his chest, looking up, hoping that the water could wash away everything in his mind.

That's Su Zhen... the person who has always been sure of Rong Fei... how could he have such illusions about him?

When Rong Fei followed Perini to Paris with his suitcase, Wei Zixing noticed his malfunction.

"Rong Fei, what's the matter with you? If you are tired, I can talk to Perini and change to the next plane."

"It's nothing, maybe I drank too much alcohol last night and my head was dumb. You can sleep on the plane." Rong Fei said, the duffel bag on his shoulder slipped down, and he reached out his hand and still didn't catch him, but he was walking behind him. The people caught it.

"Don't you, you didn't drink a lot last night."

It was An Kaiwen, who hung the duffel bag back to Rong Fei's shoulder, "There are so many things you can choose to check in."

Immediately thinking of everything that happened in the bar, Rong Fei shrank back and shook his hand: "It's okay...it's okay...waiting for luggage is too troublesome."

"It's up to you." An Kaiwen saw Rong Fei's retreat at that moment, his expression instantly chilled, and he headed for the security check.

Rong Fei suddenly felt that the way he was just now was too hypocritical. Others may not take it seriously, but they are used to being in a conservative country and cannot accept foreign openness.

On the plane, An Kaiwen sat next to Lien. The two were talking and laughing. They didn’t know what they were talking about. Lien deliberately stroked his hair in a very feminine way, and put it on An Kaiwen’s shoulder. . An Kaiwen also took out his phone, put his arm around Lean's shoulder, and took a picture. Then the two laughed happily.

Rong Fei sighed, feeling even more that he took the kiss last night too seriously. What really bothered him was his conjecture about Su Zhen.

The plane took off, but Rong Fei didn't notice it at all. He was still worried about how he would react when he saw Su Zhen.

Wei Zixing beside him had no time to take care of him. After the plane was stable, he began to check the scripts and electronic contracts sent to Rong Fei.

The back of his head was against the seat, just in a daze.

When the plane landed in Paris, the fashion capital, Wei Zixing on the side stretched his voice and said, "The last stop. I regret not letting you even go New York Fashion Monday."

"Oh...ah..." Rong Fei nodded.

The fashion atmosphere of Paris came oncoming, and the light breeze stroked the buildings that blended in with the old and the times, and Rong Fei looked out the window of the car. Here is different from the gentleman's demeanor in London, Paris is like a mature woman with leaping skirts, spinning at any time to give a mesmerizing demeanor.

The hotel Perini arranged for Rongfei was the Ritz Hotel on the north side of Place Vendôme. Rong Fei was dumbfounded by the splendor of the interior of this hotel.

Ann Kaiwen walked straight by him and said lightly, "Mr. Perini personally arranged your residence here. It seems that he appreciates you very much."

Just as Rong Fei was about to say something, An Kaiwen had already gone to CHECKIN.

"What happened to you and An Kaiwen?" Wei Zixing frowned. "In the catwalk of "Day and Night", you and him are the partner on the same stage. Although An Kaiwen is arrogant, it is by no means the kind of you famous If he fails, he will be jealous of your run on you. How did you provoke him?"

"No...it's nothing..." Rong Fei shook his hand, thinking that it was actually just a kiss. If a big man Rong Fei is kissed, he won't be unable to marry him! Isn't it a big deal that he went to apologize to An Kaiwen?

An Kaiwen pressed the elevator, and Rong Fei followed in.

"Hey, is there anything fun in Paris?" Rong Fei asked.

"Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, Louvre. After the catwalk, you can hire a tour guide to show you around." An Kaiwen's floor arrived, and he walked out with long legs.

Rong Feiliang glanced sideways at Wei Zixing, "In fact, it's really a small thing. I don't know why he cares so much! I didn't even care about him kissing me!"

Wei Zixing frowned, "What? Why did he kiss you?"

Rong Fei recounted the things in the bar.

Wei Zixing closed his eyes and sighed, "It's An Kaiwen's catastrophe to meet you."

"Why?" Rong Fei pushed the opponent with his elbow. "Do you know why An Kaiwen is angry? Tell me quickly?"

Wei Zixing smiled formulaically, stretched out his hand to hold down Rong Fei's shoulder, and said earnestly: "It's okay, as long as you continue to do this with hindsight, my agent will be much easier."

"Huh?" How did Rong Fei think that Wei Zixing was mocking himself.

"If you don't notice anything, you won't be troubled. If you won't be troubled, then I won't be troubled." After Wei Zixing opened the door for him, the furnishings of the room made Rong Fei's eyes widen.

There are murals in various colors on the walls. When I entered the hotel, I heard that the paintings in the guest rooms of the Ritz were all authentic works by famous painters in the 18th century. This made Rong Fei couldn't help showing his admiration for art. Under his feet is Turkish fine carpet, which is thick and soft enough to cover his toes. The fireplace on one side is also very classical, in the style of the Napoleonic era.

"Ah... I really want to get a good night's sleep!" Rong Fei collapsed on the soft bed, showing a lazy cat expression.

Weizixing sorted out his clothes and hung them in the closet, and said amusedly, "Then you can sleep for a while and come back for dinner."

"Ok…"

After Wei Zixing left, Rong Fei usually took out his mobile phone in an addictive manner. As expected, there was a text message from Su Zhen: Have you arrived in Paris? Which hotel is you staying at?

Rong Fei's finger touched the keyboard, but he didn't know whether he should reply to his text message. Thinking of that absurd dream, Rong Fei threw the phone fiercely, and pulled the quilt over his head.

When did Su Zhen, whom he always respected and trusted before, became his trouble?

Because he didn't sleep well all night and didn't rest on the plane, Rong Fei quickly fell asleep there.

The night of Paris fell unknowingly, until the phone in the room rang, it was Wei Zixing.

"My Young Master Rong, you have been sleeping long enough this time. Come down to eat. There will be surprises."

Rong Fei rubbed his eyes, "What surprise?"

Wei Zixing's phone has been hung up. Rong Fei had to get up and tidy up his clothes. These days, under the influence of the fashion industry, Rong Fei's clothing taste has also improved. He put on a purple light silver shirt, put on gray slacks and left the room.

When he came to the restaurant, Rong Fei couldn't help widening his eyes when he saw the elegant man sitting beside Wei Zixing.