beauty should be like this

Young people always want to be fair when they are alive, but does such a thing really exist?

When Wen Qianyu was a child, of course he thought God was unfair, because he always envied others who had loving parents and happy families.

After growing up, because of the silent reconciliation with Wen Mu, he enjoyed too much convenience in his career, as if the world around him became more tolerant because of this. Compared with those helpless and struggling designers, I don’t know how many times easier , and suddenly became the upper reaches of injustice.

Fortunately, the little beauty who is no longer too naive has refused to care about everything. As long as Zuo Yu and Zuo Yu can be happy with each other and their families, it is already a great luxury.

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Another round of contrived interviews with magazine editors.

Taking some fashion photos and talking about dreams and life is enough to satisfy the selling point of the first issue.

When Wen Qianyu finished her busy work and came out of the studio, she saw Liang Xi waiting in the background, and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Sister, why are you here?"

"I just talked to Editor-in-Chief Yu about something. I heard you're here, so I'll wait for you later." Liang Xi smiled and stood up: "How about it, do you have time to have dinner together?"

"Okay." Wen Qianyu replied and walked out with her.

"I really think you have changed a lot since you returned to China!" Liang Xi said, "Didn't you hate facing the media interviews the most before? Now, although you don't refuse all comers, you are willing to actively cooperate."

Wen Qianyu smiled: "There is no way. Although personal preference is very important, I also want to strive for a better life."

"The child finally knows how to take responsibility, Liang Xi said: "Actually, I am very happy to see such a change in you, although many people complain that you have become less like you. "

"What does it matter what other people say?" Wen Qianyu asked back.

Liang Xi nodded seriously: "It doesn't matter."

"But because of my father, there are really too many media interested in me. The interest is not in my design itself, but in me." Wen Qianyu shook her head helplessly: "This makes me feel a little strange, after all I'm not my dad, and I don't have much to say about my accomplishments."

"Isn't that the ridiculous thing about fame and fortune? Why think too much, those who make a fuss will eventually go away." Liang Xi said in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "But from a certain point of view, I think you are popular. Good thing."

Wen Qianyu helped her press the elevator, and turned her head in doubt: "What angle?"

Liang Xi walked in and sighed: "Most designers in China are in a state of obscurity, and the tragedy of Fang Yuan has happened too many times. Everyone has no sense of copyright and does not respect the design itself, but they are willing to sell it at a low price. Enjoy the fruits of labor, which makes the living environment of ordinary designers too harsh and too difficult.”

Wen Qianyu nodded in agreement.

"Although being called Wen Mu's son will disgust you, it is precisely because of this that everyone realizes that there are so many fashion designers in our country. It turns out that fashion design is such a job. It turns out that its copyright value and There is no difference between other creations—the meaning itself is more important than the gossip around you, right?" Liang Xi looked up and smiled.

"My sister still thinks deeply, since that's the case..." Wen Qianyu shrugged her shoulders: "Even if I'm gossiped about, I feel much better."

"Lin Qi has returned to Europe." Liang Xi curled his lips.

Wen Qianyu refused to respond.

"I don't want to advise you, but don't hate him." Liang Xi said: "Hate is not a pleasant thing for anyone."

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The memories of youth and frivolity in Zuo Yu's life have gone with those flamboyant sports cars and endless money. After the age of 30, he is more willing to devote his enthusiasm after work to his family. I am afraid that it is impossible for any good wife and mother to work hard to change the existence without charm.

After finally being at home on the weekend, Zuo Yu couldn't be free again. He even received a huge package of building materials, and personally built a swing for the little beauty on the balcony on the top floor.

Sitting on the swing and looking at the sparkling downstairs and the big Beijing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it is obviously very pleasant.

Wen Qianyu, whose eyes were red when he was rushing to finish the manuscript, was very pleasantly surprised when he saw it. He yawned and said, "Ding ding bang bang for a long time, I thought what were you busy with... You didn't cut your hands, did you?"

Zuo Yu was picking up the wood beside him: "How could it be possible for me to be so smart, didn't you say you wanted a swing?"

Wen Qianyu happily sat on it and shook it, then smiled and rushed over to hug his busy back: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, let's be real." Zuo Yu snorted.

Wen Qianyu kissed his side face, stretched out his hand and kneaded it, then grabbed Zuo Yu's ear and said, "Hmph, you dare to make a request!"

"You can't ask for anything, okay, okay, I'm spoiling you, who made you the little emperor of our family?" Zuo Yu looked helpless with joy.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wen Qianyu sat down on the wooden floor next to him, and said seriously, "I'm asking you something."

Zuo Yu panicked: "Why, you want to slander me for being unfaithful to you?"

"I'm not kidding you! I received an invitation letter from Milan Fashion Week. There are several brands. Do you think I'll go?" Wen Qianyu asked.

"Go, why not?" Zuo Yu packed the toolbox.

Wen Qianyu remained silent.

"Why, I feel like I got a chance because of the name Wenmu? What does that matter?" Zuo Yu thought the matter was very simple: "You see, when I first met you, I was able to make some money in business because I was Zuo Pengcheng's son, so everyone has to sell some thin noodles."

"But you are doing very well on your own now." Wen Qianyu immediately encouraged.

"That's right, but if I didn't have the prestige and experience accumulated at that time, how would I be where I am today? A lot of real valuable wealth is more important than meager self-esteem." Zuo Yu said affirmatively: "And I believe in visiting It’s only temporary for you, and you will definitely hold your personal work show there in the future, and it won’t take too long.”

Wen Qianyu opened her eyes wide, and nodded her head heavily after two seconds.

Even though he has tens of thousands of knots in his heart, after chatting with Zuo Yu, he can always feel comfortable and full of fighting spirit.

"Qianqian, you fool." Zuo Yu held his hand and said, "When my dad is released from prison..."

Wen Qianyu was puzzled by his hesitation.

Zuo Yu took a deep breath and said, "Let's get married. Although the country will not issue a marriage certificate to us and it has no legal effect, I still don't want to have any regrets with you, but I really need my dad to be present."

"So are you proposing?" Wen Qianyu looked around at the messy swing waste in private: "It's too unromantic! You don't even prepare a gift!"

Zuo Yu said, "I'm yours now, so you don't need to be so pretentious every time, right?"

Wen Qianyu glared at him: "Straight man! What a rough life!"

"Where am I straight?" Zuo Yu was aggrieved.

Wen Qianyu snorted angrily: "I'm calling you bad taste."

"I've already made you a swing, isn't it okay? I made it myself!" Zuo Yu was very proud.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Qianyu folded her hands and said, "...Okay."

Zuo Yu asked, "Did you agree?"

Wen Qianyu rolled her eyes: "Anyway, you are mine now, and it's okay to let my life be yours."

The author has something to say: The passing speed of annual leave makes me feel distressed