his little rose

Dark night, dark night.

New York is a city that never sleeps.The center of New York—Manhattan is immersed in a sea of ​​lights, as bright as day.Under the towering buildings, the flow of traffic is like a dragon, and the stream is endless.Rock music and pop music roar, playing the young and energetic life that belongs to this city.

But on the top floor of the luxury hotel, if you want, you can listen to the sound of the whole city and see the night view of the whole city.If you don't want to, all the hustle and bustle of the outside world will be isolated by walls, creating a quiet and warm space.

This is the advantage of belonging to the top floor suite of a luxury hotel.Otherwise sorry its outrageous price for one night expensive.

Song Chao already knew how to not ask the price of the suite he lived in, anyway, it would be so expensive that he would be dumbfounded.He sat cross-legged on a large chair, drawing design drafts at his desk.Menswear, womenswear, fashion factors and styles and fabrics to consider.

He has completed five design drafts, and needs to complete two more, plus the two sets designed by Elvira and Eric are enough for the fashion week, while Aona designs and sews all by herself.Song Dynasty need not worry about her fashion design.

The fashion design this time is actually very time-consuming, the time required for design and sewing is very fast.Fortunately, each time the college assigns a job, it takes a week to complete and then quickly deploys a new job, using the super busy job to train their hands-on ability and speed.

Therefore, it is not difficult for them to design and tailor these clothes in just one week.

Of course, the fashion in each fashion week is the fashion direction of the new season, and the chief fashion bloggers or talents should not deviate too much from the theme of the fashion week in order to reflect their fashion and fashion sensitivity and premonition ability .

Fortunately, they consulted a lot of information before they came, probably guessed the theme of the fashion week, and vaguely grasped the direction of the trend.As long as it is not too deviant, it will generally not deviate from the theme of Fashion Week.

Song Chao frowned, his hands were getting faster and faster, and suddenly he swiped hard and stopped.After staring at the design draft with a hole in it for a few seconds, he tore off the page and threw it into the wastebasket next to his feet.The wastebasket by the feet was half full of waste paper, but had been cleaned out once before because it was too full.

The sharpened pencil stopped two centimeters from the white paper, and could not go down for a long time.

Song Chao sighed, wiped his face vigorously with his left hand, trying to refresh himself, but it didn't really help.Because he was not sleepy, but temporarily lost inspiration.

Anyone who has been creating continuously for a day will also be exhausted and unable to draw anything.

Song Chao is holding a pen with his right hand, resting his chin with his left hand, his eyelids are half drooping, and his eyes are dazed and absent-minded.Suddenly, the bell rang.Song Chao turned his eyes to the side, and cast his eyes on the glowing mobile phone screen.The screen shows an incoming call 'Mr. Rose'.

Immediately he was sour, and goose bumps came out.

Song Chao bared his teeth, "The bastard Tang Dai changed the caller ID again while I wasn't paying attention, 'Mr. Little Rose'? Nasty."

Dislike is disgust, and he didn't change it.

Probably because Albert always liked to whisper love words in his ear, and the word "little rose" was the one he said the most.He always loves to call him Little Rose with that sexy and deep voice when he is in love, Su De Song Chao's bones are all shattered.

The bell continued to ring, as if it was exhausted with the sound of vibration.

Song Chao just watched and refused to answer.

After a long while, Song Chao's posture did not change, he dropped his pencil and reached for his phone.As soon as I got it, the phone rang twice and was disconnected.The corner of Song Chao's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to dial back.Sure enough, not long after, the phone rang again, and this time it said 'Daddy's darling'.

Looking at the handwriting, he knew it was Carol. Song Chao hurriedly connected, and just said: "Carol—" when he heard the voice of a familiar adult man from over there.

"Bao Er."

Song Chao curled his lips, and before Albert could ask himself, he opened his mouth: "I just took a shower. I didn't hear it. Is there something wrong? Or is there something wrong between Carol and Arthur?"

Albert on the other end was silent for a while, as if all the words of accusation had been extinguished, leaving only a trace of smoke.

Song Chao picked up his pen again and started spinning around in boredom. He can't be blamed for not answering Albert's call, but he quickly explained and made excuses when he did.The reason is easy to understand.If he didn't answer Albert's phone call, he would be angry, because he was angry that the man had kept it from him for five years and didn't explain the obvious hint when it came to an end.

It seems that what Song Chao wants is for Albert to take the initiative to explain to him.Answering the phone and making excuses is purely Song Chao's playing stupid, blatantly playing stupid.He didn't want to talk to Albert, but he didn't want to fight with him directly. Having a fight with him meant that he understood Albert's hint.What should I do once I understand it?If you don't lose your temper, it's over. If you lose your temper, it's useless to fight now that no one is around.After this buffer period, there is no need to lose your temper.

This calculation is very precise, but not very clever.After a few turns in Song Chao's mind, he understood why Albert, who has always been smart, came up with such a method that was not clever at all, and even pretended to be clever. He was unsure and hypocritical.

The fundamental reason was that Albert cared too much about the Song Dynasty, and when it came to him, he became hesitant, unable to show any clever tricks.

Song Chao understood, but he just wanted to pretend to be confused and argue with Albert.See who can spend who.

After a long pause, Albert said, "Carol and Arthur are fine."

"Oh, so they miss me?"

"……No."

"No, it's over."

Now, no matter how much Albert deceived himself, he couldn't lie to himself anymore. Song Chao's indifferent attitude towards him... felt that if it wasn't for the sake of the child, he wouldn't even want to say a word to him.

Albert was uneasy, and asked cautiously, "Are you... angry?"

"No." Song Chao loudly denied, trying to be as natural as possible, "Hehe, why am I angry? What is there to be angry about? No one lied to me, no one made me angry, so why am I angry. Hehe. "

See, angry.

Really pissed off.

"Is there something wrong? I'm going to hang up."

"Wait." Albert hurriedly stopped him, but he didn't know where to start.

Song Chao said lightly: "I'm busy."

"Carol slept with Arthur."

Song Chao stopped hanging up the phone and waited for Albert to continue.

"They miss you very much and always talk about you. Are you busy these days? The video time has been shortened a lot. Without seeing you, Arthur refuses to drink milk obediently, and Carol is always unhappy , I don’t even have the energy to play with pudding..."

Albert talked about his children like all fathers in the world, but Song Chao listened fascinated.Albert's voice became more and more gentle, almost turning into warm water, drowning Song Chao in the warm water.

"...Also, I miss you too."

Song Chao remained silent, but Albert at the other end could clearly hear the disordered breathing.It gave him the courage to pour out his overwhelming feelings: "I think of you when I see Carol and Arthur, they are always so good when you are around."

Song Chao thought to himself: No.Carol, who is naughty like a monkey, can only be calmed down when you are around.

"I miss you when I eat, especially you."

Song Chao hummed in his heart: I want to cook and eat.

Albert laughed softly: "I want to eat what you cook, but I want to eat you even more."

Song Chao spat softly: "Old rascal."

Albert smiled when he heard this, and then couldn't help asking: "Bao'er, when are you coming back?"

Song Chao didn’t respond, but Albert hurriedly said as if he had come to his senses: “It’s okay, there’s no rush. You’re busy there, I’ll take care of Carol and Arthur. Take good care of yourself, if you meet Tell me if you have any trouble. I have friends over there who can help you solve it..."

Listening to Albert's earnest advice, Song Chao softened his heart for some reason.

Albert is always strong and confident in normal times, which stems from his identity and habits.The feeling of a strong person must also be as firm as a mountain.

But now Albert is a little anxious, losing his usual self-confidence and generally afraid of Song Chao's anger.If it weren't for love to the bone, you would never worry about gains and losses.

Song Chao unconsciously sighed, and Albert on the other end immediately stopped the endless concern when he heard it, stiffened his back and waited for Song Chao's reaction.

Song Chao opened his lips: "..."

Albert expected him to say something in his heart, but in the end Song Chao still didn't say anything.

"I'm busy." Song Chao still softened his voice, no longer looking cold and hard. "Hang up first."

"……it is good."

Song Chao, who hung up the phone, stared at the black screen of the mobile phone, and the shadow fell on him, making him feel as if he was in a state of loss.As if he was disappointed in something, he no longer had hope.Suddenly, Song Chao couldn't help laughing, and poked his phone after laughing.Then he lay down on the table laughing so that his shoulders kept shaking, poking his index finger at the phone and thinking: "Let you lie to me, let you lie to me. Scare you, make you dare to lie to me."

On the other end, facing the hung up mobile phone, Albert was exhausted, with obvious disappointment between his brows.A person who has always been gentle and strong runs into a wall in front of his lover, and even as calm as Albert, he can't help but panic and lose his mind.Unable to find a solution, he asked for help on Twitter by accident.

#I lied to my partner about something very important and now he is mad.How can I make him not angry? #

There are a lot of answers below, among which the top one with a lot of answers is the first sentence: #She wants to divorce you? #

Albert stared at the word "divorce" blankly, his heart made of diamond was hit hard, and he felt uncomfortable all day.

Although the appearance is still as gentle as usual, there is a gloomy look in the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are full of melancholy, and even the mood seems to be a little lower—from the unanimous dictation of the female employees and some male employees of the Rosier headquarters .

When Albert left work indifferently and on time, Ken was very surprised when he heard the beautiful secretaries in the secretarial department say so, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Why, as the first assistant, didn't he notice it at all?His work ability and efficiency remain the same as before, his decision-making is decisive, and he is calm and calm during negotiations.

Didn't notice a little change at all, okay?

The female secretary glanced at Ken, and said not very enthusiastically: "Of course, of course, you must not know. Because you are as straight as a pencil, Ken. You know that we observe the boss every day, and his eyebrows frowned at us. We all know whether he is happy, angry or impatient, in short, any subtle emotion in him cannot escape our eyes."

Ken raised his eyebrows in disbelief.But under the stares of all the beautiful female secretaries, he still didn't dare to sing a different tune, so he followed their words and asked with little interest: "Then what did you say the boss was just now... Melancholy? Depressed? Ha!"

Ken wanted to talk about how his boss, who always had a gentle face but was actually calm and self-possessed, could be depressed. If so, it must not be his boss, and it must not be the patriarch of the Rossel family, Albert Rossell.

The secretaries are very sure, and at the same time with maternal pity.They have always regarded Albert as a gentleman and regarded him as the best standard for a boyfriend.Of course, maybe they won't really find such a man who looks strict and rigid and probably not romantic to a large extent as a boyfriend, but it doesn't hinder their yearning for Albert in the slightest.

Miss Secretary said: "He looked very lost and must have been emotionally hurt."

emotion?

Ken almost wanted to pierce his ears to see if he had heard wrong.

Miss Secretary B followed up and said: "I guess he may have offended his wife. He looks very distressed about how to get back his disappointed wife. Should we help the boss?"

"Wait," Ken quickly stopped the whims of the secretaries in front of him: "You mean wife? The boss is not married yet, girls, random guesses will constitute defamation."

The secretaries looked at each other, rolled their eyes at Ken, and then sorted out the documents by themselves.Confounding Ken, "Hey, the boss is really not married yet, I'm not wrong."

"Come on. Mr. Ken, you must be single. Even if you solve your physical problems, you can solve them in bars or bathrooms."

The secretary was unceremoniously sarcastic, but she was right.Ken begged for mercy with a bitter face.

"You must not have noticed that the boss always smiles softly. I can tell you from the experience of those who have been there that it is definitely the smile when thinking about the cute little rose."

"Yes. I've bumped into it many times. Sometimes that kind of gentle smile is very kind, and it is definitely the smile after becoming a father. Let me tell you, Mr. Ken, the boss is not only married, but also has a baby. Maybe a Daughter, cute and beautiful little angel."

"It may also be a son, as handsome as the boss."

The secretaries chatted happily, but in Ken's view, it was purely whimsical.He knew that Mr. Brusec Rosel, who had been living in France, was rushing here with the eager expectation of the Rosell family with several girls to be selected, and one of them was likely to become Albert's wife.

Ken shrugged, not to break the fantasy of the girls in front of him.A man like him can't afford to offend these girls on this floor, they have too many admirers.

"You look very disbelieving, Mr. Kean."

Ken smiled, neither refuting nor approving.

The secretaries were very unhappy, so they said, "Don't believe me, Mr. Ken. You must not have noticed that the boss is wearing a wedding ring on his left ring finger."

Ken burst out laughing. "Come on girls, the boss always wears gloves. I've never seen him take them off. Have you ever seen them?"

The girls said unhappily: "I haven't seen it. But we can see that there is a protruding mark on the ring finger of the boss. It is definitely a ring. It is a diamond ring. The ring worn on the ring finger of the left hand can be a wedding ring. What?"

The girls agreed one by one, affirming their guesses and condemning Ken who never cared about the boss to a certain extent.When Ken was condemned speechless, they said kindly and generously: "But it's normal, Mr. Ken. After all, you are straighter than a pencil. Who can expect you to care about your boss besides business affairs?" ?”

Ken...was speechless.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Ken didn't intend to pay attention to the group of girls in front of him.It's not that he doesn't care about Albert, after all, they both grew up together in the old castle.It was only later that he left the castle to study, and when he met Albert, he was already the assistant of the other party.

Albert refused to let anyone other than his family go to his house, but they also had moments of clubbing together.By the way, does Albert really have a diamond ring on his left ring finger?

Ken was dubious, but didn't show it on his face: "Okay, girls. You can do what you say, but now you have to work."

The secretary suddenly winked at him, "We're off to work, Mr. Keen, you...you entertain the guests."

guest?

When Ken turned his head, he saw a well-proportioned man wearing a very strict two-button single-breasted traditional suit, leather shoes on his feet, and a tall hat on his head.Two hands in white gloves are overlapping each other in front of the abdomen.

The man is about 35 to [-] years old, and looks serious.His eyes are sharp, but rigid and reserved.The lips are tightly pressed, and there is not a trace of a smile line at the corner of the lips, which is extremely serious.

This person is Brusec Rosier, who came from the headquarters of the Rosier family in France. He is not as famous as meeting him, and he is more serious and conservative than the legend.

Ken greeted the guests with a smile: "Mr. Blue, hello. The boss is not in the company, I think you can come back tomorrow."

Bruce's sharp eyes were firmly fixed on Ken's smiling face, like a scanner, scanning everything from top to bottom.Fortunately, this gaze didn't look like a nail, and it didn't scrape the skin off.

After a while, Bruce took off his hat and nodded slightly to the secretaries in front of him as a gesture of politeness.He grew up in France, where the 'ladies first' principle has always been the norm.Despite his haughty temperament, Blue treated women with respect.

But with Ken he was not so well-bred and polite.

With his chin raised, Bruce looked at Ken contemptuously: "Where does Albert live?"

Ken smiled: "Sorry, I don't know."

He really didn't know.

All he knew was that Albert had a house in South Kensington, but he didn't know which one it was or where it was.Albert did not allow others to step into that house, and that house belonged to Princess Eugenie's private property, so it was not on the surface.

So Ken doesn't know, and neither does Blue.Otherwise, he wouldn't have come for two days without even seeing Albert.Albert found many reasons to refuse to meet with him, and Bruce was helpless.He had no choice but to come directly to HJR headquarters.

He knew that when Albert was in London, the place where he sat the most was the headquarters of HJR.