Rebirth of the rich and powerful

"Tell me, how did you agree to be my model?" the old man was anxious.

"No matter what!" Jiang Yun was very determined.

Although the clothes were beautiful, he felt awkward when he thought of the wedding dress.

Jiang Yun couldn't help but look at Yanmo again.

Yan Mo just watched the excitement from the sidelines without saying a word, and when he saw Jiang Yun looking at him, he smiled back: "What's wrong?"

The old man rushed over to hug the boss's thigh first: "You can persuade me too, this is for the effect of the fashion show, it is work! There should be no personal prejudice!"

"I respect Jiang Yun's choice," Yan Mo only shook his head, "I also believe in your professional ability to find a suitable model."

"But my little angel is the most suitable!" the old man shouted.

Yan Mo's eyes sank: "Your little angel?"

The old man crossed his shoulders in an instant, spread his hands in dejection, and left helplessly.

"Although I'm sorry, but I don't know how to wear a wedding dress," Jiang Yun glanced at the end of the sentence, lowered his head again, and was silent for a while before speaking, "The most important reason is not because of gender prejudice..."

"Why is that?" Yan Mo was curious.

Jiang Yun lowered his eyelashes and looked at the ground.

There was a bang in his mind, and things that he had forgotten all of a sudden came to mind.

Because the snow-white wedding dress, happy bride, is between you and another person, and has nothing to do with him.

In his previous life, he left without looking back because he knew about it.

He is a gangster on the street, an ambitious man who strives to climb up, a canary who is willing to trap himself because of love, but will never be the third party in marriage, a shadow that will never see the light.

Seeing that golden red long dress, Jiang Yun suddenly remembered what he had deliberately forgotten in the midst of hesitation. Yes, no matter how good the man in front of him is, no matter how exciting he is, he will eventually be with another man. married alone.

Jiang Yun suddenly smiled at Yan Mo, and the shy and embarrassing emotions were swept away in an instant, and even whether he slept or not was no longer important.

After being reborn, is it possible that he will be trapped in those desperate feelings again?

"I suddenly felt that it doesn't matter to wear a wedding dress." Jiang Yun said.

Looking at him at the end of Yan, Jiang Yun looked calm and calm, with light in his eyes and a smile at the corner of his mouth, but he seemed to fly into the sky all of a sudden.

At the end of the speech, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab Jiang Yun who seemed ready to fly high at any time, but just touched his lapel, and retracted all of a sudden.

Every time he looked at Jiang Yun, all kinds of strange emotions would pop up in his heart, but he couldn't understand these emotions at all.

Not a good thing for a brain that will always make the most accurate decisions.

At the end of the speech, he felt that he needed to think about what he really wanted.

Alessandro was overjoyed.

Although I don't know how the cute little angel suddenly figured it out, but who cares, as long as he is willing to be his model.

He hurriedly pulled Jiang Yun to adjust the size and improve the details.

Time flew by in the busyness, and in a blink of an eye, the new season of Fashion Week kicked off.

More than a hundred clothing brands and a dozen venues, this is a top-level fashion feast that lasted six days. Fashionable people, celebrities, political and business celebrities, and all kinds of people gathered together. The bottom is also colorful.

Percy has two press conferences in this fashion week. The first one is on the first day of the opening, which is the brand conference, and the other is on the last day, which is Alessandro’s oriental show. It is said that he It will also bring a newcomer to the stage, but people in the circle have inquired around, and no one has heard of the oriental man named Jiang Yun, as if he suddenly emerged from the ground.

On the first day of the brand press conference, Percy's theme was Blossoms of the Night. The swaying complex brocade jacquard dress, dark black velvet fabric with blue flashes, seemed like a luxurious feast at night, and the enchanting open petals Looming, it became more and more intense in the moonlight.

The main color of this show is black, and purple red, dark green, dark blue and other colors are also used. Peacock feathers are decorated with patterns of flowers and leaves. There is also a tulle drape decorated with pearls and flowers made of precious stones. The black glossy leather jacket of the gentleman's cloak from the eighth century, deep black with dark blue, like the silk skirt of moonlit night and starry morning, and the shiny dark brown mink fur cloak, which is very valuable at first glance, collides with a gorgeous song Dark movement.

Even if it wasn't the first time I saw these clothes, I still found them fascinating.

Jiang Yun sat under the stage, like a passionate little fan, frantically taking pictures for souvenirs, those delicate patterns, elegant skirts, every detail was praised by him.

For him these few days, it was like a feast for gluttonous food, he didn't want to miss every show, but unfortunately he didn't have enough time to spare, so he could only try to find the most interesting places to watch.

In this edition of Milan Fashion Week, in addition to many well-known European and American designers, there are also two Japanese designers who also have the main show.

One is the long-established fashion head, with a decadent and hopeful style, Yamamoto, who once led a huge trend, and the other is the newly rising trend godfather, Fujiwara, who is frantically sought after by young people today. And almost next to each other.

Jiang Yun was also a little curious about these two, so he went to see them.

A Japanese fan was sitting next to him, and when he saw Jiang Yun's oriental face, he happily greeted him in Japanese.

Jiang Yun could only reply apologetically in English, saying that he is from Huaguo.

"Ah Huaguo," the man nodded politely, but his tone was full of arrogance, "Are you here to study? Our country is the leader in the fashion industry in Asia, and there are indeed many things worth learning from."

Jiang Yun's smile froze. Although Japan is indeed unique in the Asian fashion circle, the expression of this man's speech is really annoying.

The man didn't give up, and continued to talk to Jiang Yun: "Are you a student studying here? In fact, the Japanese Design Institute is also a good choice. In terms of fashion sensitivity, our country is definitely far ahead of your country. You only need Just follow along..."

Jiang Yun was so annoyed by him that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he replied coldly: "Sorry, I think your country is only leading temporarily, and the Hua people will soon catch up."

"It's not okay for young people to talk big," the man shook his head repeatedly. "You still have at least 100 years to catch up!"

"100 years? Ten years is enough." Jiang Yun sneered.

This was just a small episode, and it didn't even delay Jiang Yun's continued appreciation of the design he liked, but this small episode was quickly passed back to Japan, and then turned to ferment in China.

The quarrel with Jiang Yun was a well-known Japanese variety show comedian. After discovering that Jiang Yun was from China that day, he secretly turned on the hidden camera, and sure enough, he recorded the material he was looking forward to. When he returned home the next day, he used it on in the show.

"Huaguo big talker at Milan Fashion Week!" This is the text narration he used.

But unexpectedly, many Japanese people were suddenly attracted by this delicate and beautiful face.

"Such a beautiful child can be forgiven no matter what she says!"

"Just looking at this face, I feel that what he said makes sense!"

"Ah, at least in terms of appearance, Huaguo has already surpassed us!"

There is a mournful Yangou atmosphere on the Internet.

On the contrary, in China, the voice of criticism far overwhelmed Yan Gou's voice.

What is embarrassing to the country, what is ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth, the voices of such things are louder and louder, as if Jiang Yun has really committed some heinous crime.

Jiang Yun knew about this because Mrs. Jiang called, scolded him severely, and ordered him to return home immediately!

Jiang Yun... cut off the old man's roar with a blank expression.

He is not a fool, what are you going to do now?

Jiang Yun continued to roam around without being affected at all. On the contrary, those people under him were unavoidably panicked because of various rumors.

Xin Tong has heard this matter from domestic classmates.

"The domestic media has almost dug out eight generations of your ancestors!" She said, "But you are really amazing!"

With her beautiful appearance and skyrocketing attention, the result is that there is no privacy whatsoever.

Childhood like a gangster, the plot of a TV series that was suddenly recognized by a wealthy family, the ruthlessness of kicking off his uncle to gain control of the company, and the prodigal behavior of using public funds to go to Italy to squander, one by one, it seems that it has all been covered up. The evidence on him, the hyena-like media, and the people who follow suit seem to think that this boy with a beautiful skin should be a heinous bad guy.

Who told him that he was born in a slum and didn't even finish elementary school.

"You are really calm, you have been scolded like this, and you still look indifferent." Xin Tong was very puzzled.

Jiang Yun curled his lips slightly: "Work has started, no chatting."

It's not the first time something like this has happened.

In his previous life, he had just made his mark in the fashion circle, and his past was quickly uncovered. There were many more crimes on his head than this time, and he almost became a legal man.

But so what?People's minds are the most forgetful, and within a month, his face can still be remembered.

Jiang Yun sneered, and continued to work indifferently.

At the end of the sentence, he was even more angry.

"Sorry, I didn't expect the domestic media to become like this. I will immediately contact that Japanese comedian to apologize." Yan Mo said, "It's a little troublesome in China, but I will also ask my friends to help and clarify for you."

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Yun shook his head, "For such a trivial matter, you just need to slap their faces back hard."

Apologies and clarifications are the most useless things that are either ignored or fermented into even weirder and vicious gossip.

He has long been tempered until his heart is as hard as iron, and only at the end of his words can he pierce his hard shell and hurt the soft flesh inside.

Jiang Yun stood by the door, half of his face was illuminated by the light, and the other half was hidden in the dark. His expression was hard and indifferent, and his dark eyes seemed to have no emotions at all. The boy who was crying in the corner and blushing at every turn seemed to be completely different.

But Jiang Yun like this is even more distressing.

At the end of the speech, he wanted to take a step forward, but Jiang Yun just stepped back slightly, and refused his tentative approach with a polite smile.

"Sorry, I still have some work to do." Jiang Yun said, and then gently closed the door.

The author has something to say: (Well, let me explain first, Yanmo was not a scumbag in his previous life, it was just a misunderstanding, and his relationship line in this life is not abused...it should not be abused...Watch the sky)