Han Yuzhi, you say obsession

Ever since receiving Quan Zhilong's Christmas gift, An Xiuen has been worrying about what to return.Although she was so excited at the time that she would definitely give him a gift that satisfied him, it was easier said than done at the time.

In short, the current An Xiuen really wants to travel back to that night and put the self who said that sentence into a sack...

Quan Zhilong, the captain of the popular idol group BIG, needs fame, talent, talent, and money...there is no shortage of them.So, he is not short of money, so what else is he lacking~! !

An Xiuen buried her face in her hands irritably, and most of her knowledge of him came from the Internet... Now, it may not be accurate to think of what he likes...

Forget it, how to say a gift is just a matter of opinion... She tilted her head and thought about it.Because she likes to design, and later because of work, even in her grandfather's house, there is a studio reserved for her.It contains the most basic materials and tools needed for making.

This dress is definitely out of the question, a scarf like the one she gave to Li Zhenyuan...Design plus production, there is really not enough time.

How about a ribbon, which can be used as a handkerchief or tied around your hand as an accessory.The most important thing is to make it easy and labor-saving...

An Xiuen got up and chose a piece of sky blue fabric, which was her favorite color, quiet and elegant.However, considering Quan Zhilong's preference, she added some light-colored bouquet patterns and finely divided obsidian, which can alleviate the overall color difference, which will not seem strange.

After staying at the table for four full hours, An Xiuen looked at the finished product with satisfaction: Hey, if I hadn't agreed... I really want to stay here as a souvenir.

Speaking of which, this is her first time making ribbons.

An Xiuen wrapped the ribbon.After thinking about it, I searched for YG's address on the Internet, went out and sent it.In the past few days, it seems that Quan Zhilong has always received text messages and calls complaining about being too tired at work. It is not good to ask people to stop work to get gifts.

Girl, Brother Long just wants to win your sympathy, let alone come to get a gift, even if you ask him to come here to sing a song for you, he will come over.

Therefore, this story tells everyone that it is easy to kill yourself if you do too much. o(╯□╰)o

But An Xiuen really didn't think too much. After sending the things, he wanted to send a text message to Quan Zhilong, and then he went in and studied his design tasks easily.

As a result, as soon as she sat down, she heard her mobile phone ringing. While picking up the mobile phone, she walked into the studio to tidy up.

"Hello." She thought that the caller was either Li Zhenyuan or Quan Zhilong—they were the only people she had contacted recently, so she naturally spoke Korean.

"Ivaie? What did you say?" An Xiuen was taken aback by the familiar voice on the receiver, quickly took away the phone, and glanced at the screen: Riccardo.

teacher?

She put the phone to her ear with some surprise, and said in French: "Teacher? Why did you call me?" Not to mention this number.

An Xiuen has two mobile phones, one is used in France and the other is used in Korea, although she tries to bring two mobile phones just in case, and the teacher knows the number.But according to the teacher's personality, he should prefer to use online video contact.

"yoyoyo, dear Ivaie, I just finished a meeting to discuss next month's game, I have a good news and a bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?"

An Xiuen sighed helplessly, and sat back on the chair: "It's all the same anyway... let's get the bad news first."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid your vacation is coming to an early end."

"What? Why?" An Xiu'en resented. She originally asked for leave in advance because of the competition time and the first day of the first lunar month, and her parents were afraid that the two old people would be lonely and planned to go home to spend the New Year with them.In other words, on the first day of the first lunar month of this year, she was the only one alone in France... That's fine, but now she has to shorten her vacation, which is not much at all, can she still work happily? !

"Don't worry, there is another piece of good news," the voice on the other end of the phone was teasing, "Because of your teacher's strong request, the chief designers of each company jointly decided to let the new designers adapt to the market as soon as possible. And determine the style, avoid wasting time, advance the game at the end of January. At the same time reduce the game process, change the original free registration to recommendation. I have two places under my hand, one is you."

"Isn't this the good news in the legend?" An Xiuen was not surprised by the news.Although she is relatively new in the department and does not have the qualifications to design independently, she has participated in the planning meetings every season and submitted a lot of drafts and proposals for fashion design.It can be said that 20% of the best-selling new models launched by Givenchy in the past two years all carry her shadow.

In this field, no one can deny her talent.

"Haha, haven't you understood yet? This competition is no longer a competition, it's just a competition among chiefs, so if you participate in the competition now, I think you still have time to spend with your family Chinese New Year... I heard that the Chinese New Year in your hometown is at the end of January?"

"Really?!" Ahn Soo-eun was really pleasantly surprised. This time her parents will also return to Korea, so the whole family will celebrate the New Year together. The last time was five years ago!How could she not be excited.

"Thank you so much, teacher, I'll book a ticket right away."

"Okay, but then again, don't forget my Christmas present, little Ivaie~"

"As ordered!"

After An Xiuen hung up the phone, she excitedly went out to share the good news with her grandparents. After returning, she booked the plane ticket and packed her luggage, completely forgetting about sending text messages to Quan Zhilong.

And the forgotten Quan Zhilong is still working in YG's production studio. He is holding a pen and writing on the planning book in his hand. He is about to start the MV shooting, and his work has become a little easier recently.

So for the past two days, the head of Quan Leader, who has been working hard on the surface and has already flown to his beloved Xiu En, is full of thoughts about what gift Xiu En will prepare for him...

Anyway, no matter what it is, he likes it (*^__^*).

【Ding--】

Quan Zhilong, who was immersed in thinking, finally received the text message that An Xiuen had sent him before boarding the plane.

【Zhilong, last time I said that I will refill your Christmas gift, I sent it to YG yesterday, and it will arrive in two days. 】

Quan Zhilong was happy, opened the door cheerfully and ran to the doorman, opened his mouth and asked, "Is there any package for me these two days?"

Fortunately, it was dinner time at this time, and there were not many fans at the door, otherwise Quan Zhilong might not be able to return to the company safely.

The doorman was taken aback by him, and it took him a while to reply: "Yes..." Every day, hundreds of fans will receive gifts here, of course Quan Zhilong's.

But at this time, Quan Zhilong also remembered the fact that there are fans' gifts, and roughly gave the address of Ahn Soo-eun's home, and then asked, "Is there any one sent from here?"

Basically, for the artist's safety, the gifts sent by fans will be checked by special personnel before being sent to the artist.And the doorman knew it as soon as he heard it. After all, most of the gifts were given by fan clubs and a few fixed addresses. Occasionally, a few ordinary new addresses would be impressive enough.

As soon as Quan Zhilong received the gift, he happily ran back to the production room, and couldn't wait to unpack it.

There was a blue ribbon and a handwritten note inside. He picked up the note and read the message on it word by word: [Thank you for your Christmas gift.I think you don't seem to lack anything, so I made a small gift myself, I hope you like it.Merry Christmas, Zhilong. ——Xiuen]

Quan Zhilong put the note aside and picked up the blue ribbon on the other side.The combination of bright obsidian and sky blue, with the wavy design of ribbon, looks fashionable and three-dimensional.What's more, its producer is An Xiuen, and this alone deserves 100 likes for it.

He happily took a photo with his mobile phone, but of course he didn't include the note.Then tweeted [Late Christmas gift, thank you, I love it! (≧▽≦)/】

Then I admired it many times before exiting the page with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she really wanted to see An Xiuen's condition.An Xiuen has Twitter, but she doesn't use it often.Quan Zhilong exchanged twitter numbers with An Xiuen last time, An Xiuen followed his account, but he never followed him.

He knew his popularity, if he had followed An Xiuen's twitter, she would probably never be able to live an happy life in the future.Originally, he also thought about using the new trumpet to follow, but after thinking about it, he gave up.According to the current network technology and the keen eyes of the fan media, even a trumpet cannot guarantee that there will be no risk of exposure.

He didn't want to gamble with An Xiuen.

So he would rather search for An Xiuen's Twitter name every time he tweets on his trumpet, and occasionally like and post a comment to show off his presence. After a long time, he will get used to it.

Skillfully input An Xiuen's Twitter name in the search bar, click on An Xiuen's Twitter, subconsciously click on the first post, and the time of posting is exactly an hour ago.

Like many others, Ahn's tweets are generally in English, but sometimes in French and Korean.The most recent one was written in English.

【Ah~ I just got on the plane to Paris...】

As soon as Quan Zhilong saw the first sentence, he felt a "bang" in his ears, and subconsciously threw the phone on the table, his eyes were absorbed in the ribbon in his hand.

What did he just see? !Xiu En went to Paris?No, no, no, it must be fake, he must have read it wrong, he must have read it wrong!

Even though he thought so, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but buried his face in his hands.He is no longer the immature boy he was back then. After experiencing many ups and downs, he has long known that the so-called "self-deception" can't deceive himself at all.

It's not that he didn't know that An Xiuen would go back sooner or later, he subconsciously forgot about this, and enjoyed An Xiuen's place where he could touch it with his hand.Even if this idea popped up occasionally, he could only secretly pray: One more day later, one more day later...

Quan Zhilong, who was 14 years old at the time, was so happy when he found out that An Xiuen took the same bus with him to and from school.He has always paid attention to nothing but music, and he has thoroughly studied the bus with that number, and he can even calculate the approximate time when the next bus will arrive.He has been falling asleep and even his mother may not be able to wake him up. He does not hesitate to get up an hour early every day, just to not miss the bus.Occasionally, he had to take a leave of absence to go to the company to practice, and he had to take the bus to her school and then go to the company, even if he was punished by the teacher for being late.

He likes to watch Anxiuen shaking her head listening to music on the bus, likes to watch her spread out a book and purses her lips unconsciously, likes to watch her rest her head on the railing and stare out of the window in boredom... Originally, he was curious, but later on The habit is natural.

She didn't even know that there were always the same pair of eyes looking at him from behind her.

At the age of 14, Quan Zhilong finally discovered that there is someone in the world who can make him so persistent, just like at the age of 16, Quan Zhilong finally knew how painful it is to forcibly strip a person from his life.

And now 24-year-old Quan Zhilong, clutching the blue ribbon in his hand, could not hear the sound of his heartbeat numbly, but could hear the clear footsteps going away step by step.

What are you kidding? !

An Xiuen, you want to leave after disturbing my life so easily, how can I be willing? ! !

The people in the production room clicked, and Dacheng opened the door, looked at Quan Zhilong who was sitting on the chair with his head bowed silently, and said, "Brother, let's go have dinner together?...(⊙o⊙)!!"

Quan Zhilong raised his head, his bloodshot eyes lined with black ink, coupled with his expressionless face, looked extremely strange. The light was weak, so it really had the taste of a Japanese horror movie.Dacheng was taken aback, oh my god, brother Zhilong is possessed by something, right? !He shouldn't have agreed to Shengli's suggestion to inform Brother Zhilong, this is obviously the youngest's job! !

Originally, Dacheng was not a bold person, his feet were a little soft, and it took him a while to calm down. Dacheng said in a trembling voice: "Brother, are you okay?..." God knows, since the vocal cord problem was solved, he never again Haven't spoken like that, (@?[email protected])~

Quan Zhilong calmed down, put the ribbon and the ribbon back into the box, picked up the phone, hugged the box, and walked out: "Let's go."

Dacheng hurriedly closed the door, and walked cautiously behind Quan Zhilong.

Should he tell others that there seems to be something wrong with Brother Zhilong? ...Let's forget it, we can't just let him be scared alone.

Hey, hey...

The author has something to say: First of all, Gu Liang needs to review... As expected, I don’t know how to write abusive articles~! !

Also, there seem to be a lot of VIPs talking about taking off their fans... In fact, I don’t think I’m going to take off my fans. Isn't it a gorgeous end for an inexplicable woman? !

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