beauty should be like this

Graduates like Wen Qianyu mostly do miscellaneous work in the company. Although his main task is to collect qualifications for mature designers, cooperate with fabric selection and supervise tailoring, but he still takes the initiative to make his works time and time again. Vote for the director to review.

Probably worked hard to gain some favorability, but the director who manages everything every day would watch while walking and make some harsh comments every time.

Unexpectedly, this time, she found two windbreakers designed by Qianqian on the street of the Louvre, but she stopped in her tracks and said in French: "Gold, it's very bold, it impressed me deeply."

"I painted it on the Champs Elysees Avenue. Every designer who passes by there will have their own inspiration?" Wen Qianyu replied cautiously.

The director is a woman in her fifties with a terrifyingly rich resume. Although she has wrinkles but her delicately made-up face is mocking: "Are you a designer?"

Wen Qianyu was stunned for a moment, and then she was full of confidence: "Yes."

"You're just an apprentice." It's a pity that the director doesn't like young people.

Wen Qianyu lowered her head depressedly.

The confidence that Liang Xi once gave him was almost blown to nothing when he arrived at this holy place of luxury ready-made clothes.

"But this time the work is good, let's use it as an alternative option to enter the autumn new style." The director stepped on high heels and turned to leave: "I will come back to the meeting on time at two o'clock in the afternoon, and I will prepare all the fabric samples just mentioned."

"Okay." Wen Qianyu inexplicably took on a lot of assistant work.

He watched his boss go away, and couldn't help but look sideways at the huge poster hanging in the glass corridor.

This brand has a history of hundreds of years. In terms of clothing lines, it hardly invites celebrities other than top models to endorse. The only exception is probably the familiar figure in Asia that has not changed for many years?

Wen Qianyu walked under the poster belonging to his father, looked at Wen Mu's tall and elegant figure under the sycamore tree, really didn't know how far he was from him, so he murmured: "Dad, how did you do that?" What about the amazing things?"

Of course Wen Mu in the photo would not answer.

Wen Qianyu clenched his fists, and then walked to the office, ready to get busy on the ground.

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It should be a very special experience in the love experience of Zuo Yu and Wen Qianyu to separate the two places but encourage each other to work hard.

I have to admit that He Yun's capital injection has made the start-up of the new company much easier.

In terms of food trade, Zuo Yu has already accumulated several years of experience and contacts. Although he lost many customers due to the forced closure last time, it is easier to start from scratch than to start from scratch.

From the busy summer to the end of autumn, with the completion of the first order, the situation finally stabilized.

Suddenly, Beijing has come to the most beautiful season again.

Because Zuo Pengcheng performed well in prison, he successfully applied for the opportunity to meet his family members.

Zuo Yu took his mother outside the prison very early that day, and waited for the formalities to be completed before entering the visiting room with a beating heart.

Dad is 60 years old. He has spent most of his life well-clothed, well-mannered, and proud. I don't know if he can survive here.

And seeing that winter is approaching... If there is not enough heating here, what will happen to my body from freezing?

Messy thoughts disturbed Zuo Yu's heart as a son, but when he suddenly saw the calm Zuo Pengcheng brought out by the prison guards, he calmed down inexplicably.

In any case, Zuo Pengcheng's clothes were clean and not too thin. After sitting down, he even held his reading glasses and smiled: "You old lady, you changed your hairstyle again."

Yang Rong dressed up for a long time to meet him, but she still burst into tears instantly.

"Mom, didn't you agree to calm down? Lawyer Wang told me that I can apply to see my father every week from now on." Zuo Yu took his mother's hand and said, "Today we can chat for half an hour. How much time do you spend crying?" passed."

Yang Rong wiped her eyes with sobs: "Old man, how is your health? Tell me if you have any difficulties."

"Isn't this great? I used to complain that I didn't have time to read, but now I can finally read everything I want to read." Zuo Pengcheng seemed to have lost his previous seriousness and hostility, and replied, "They arranged for me to be a library. Admin, it's been a pretty easy day."

Zuo Yu didn't want to look too out of control, and tried his best to suppress the choking in his throat: "Dad, I brought all the copies of the ancient books you asked me to bring, as well as the tea you like."

"Don't waste that money, you won't be able to keep the good stuff here." Zuo Pengcheng instructed: "Stay with your mother more often, she doesn't mean much by herself."

"I don't need him to accompany me, I still have to accompany my dad." Yang Rong snorted, her temples were obviously gray, but she showed the mood of her youth.

Zuo Yu laughed: "I know."

"Don't talk about my son, it's not easy for him now, it's not easy for our family, but we will be fine." Yang Rong rubbed her eyes and said, "You have to behave well so that you can apply for a commutation of sentence, and don't cause trouble inside. "

"I'm not Zuo Yu, what's the matter?" Zuo Pengcheng snorted.

"Hey, why didn't you remember to take me with you?" Zuo Yu immediately retorted.

After finishing speaking, the three of them looked at each other, laughing together sadly and happily.

The ginkgo tree outside the window of the prison visitation room had already turned yellow, and when the wind blew through, it scattered gold pieces all over the ground.

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Wen Qianyu, who lives alone in Paris, has fully adapted to life here. He is hardworking and talented, and he is getting closer and closer to his superiors. Not only is he verbally promised to become a regular employee at the end of the year, but he is often taken to participate in activities, so that he is at a loss. Life has also become more fulfilling.

One Sunday evening, he rushed back to his apartment in Paris from a show in London, put away the souvenirs he received, and then began to tidy up the room as usual. I really don't know when Zuo Yu will be approved to go abroad , if two people can get together here, it would be impossible not to keep the house beautiful.

But when he was busy, the doorbell, which was always quiet, was rang.

Wen Qianyu didn't have time to make any new friends, so the one who guessed it in an instant ran over and hurriedly opened the door and asked, "How do you know I'm at home?"

"It's quite easy to find an eyeliner in your company." Lin Qi held a paper bag, showing neat white teeth in his smile: "I brought Chinese food, haven't I eaten for a long time?"

It doesn't make sense to block people at the door. Wen Qianyu hesitated for a moment and finally gave way, but his attitude was not very enthusiastic, and he lied: "I don't eat at night."

"Can you eat with me?" Lin Qi walked into the house, took off his fur coat to keep out the cold, and then laid out the freshly packed food in the kitchen.

This person is indeed a good material for being a natural model, with broad shoulders and long legs, and an outstanding temperament.

It's a pity that Wen Qianyu was not in the mood to appreciate it, and stood at the door to obstruct him, "I've made it very clear why you keep coming to me, I don't want to be a model, and I'm usually very busy..."

"Do you have a pretty face, and you always feel that everyone is plotting against you?" Lin Qi turned around abruptly.

Warm and shallow to the conclusion.

"But it makes sense to think so, can't you make friends with me?" But Lin Qi turned around and smiled, reaching out to touch Qianqian's shoulder-length tied hair: "It's so cute."

Wen Qianyu took a step back immediately: "What kind of friend? I have a boyfriend, and I can't chat with you."

"You haven't talked to me about anything, have you?" Lin Qi asked back.

"Because you didn't want to be ordinary friends with me." Wen Qianyu couldn't get used to his interested eyes since he first met him a few years ago.

"So what?" Lin Qi shrugged his shoulders: "Although your boyfriend was good at the beginning, he can't take care of you now."

Because of Liang Xi, Wen Qianyu was very polite to this man, but when he heard this, he suddenly changed his face: "What do you mean? Zuo Yu and I take care of each other, so you don't need to worry about it! Please don't bother me anymore, don't force me Say nasty things."

Originally, when Lin Qi came to him today, he was quite relaxed, but he didn't expect the atmosphere to become like this, and he couldn't help showing a slight embarrassment: "I'm telling the truth."

"When Sister Xi told me about your experience, I thought you were a very affectionate person, and I accepted your kindness because of empathy." Wen Qianyu's young face showed a serious look: "But what are you going to do now, Do you know me? Because I also have long hair, because I also work as a fashion designer, you transfer the feelings of the dead to me? You are an insult to the people you loved."

"I didn't transfer, he is an angel." Lin Qi replied flatly: "But you are like a hedgehog."

After speaking, he put down the lunch box in his hand, picked up the leather jacket and left the house unhappily.

Hearing the faint sound of the car leaving, Wen Qianyu didn't know if he overreacted, but he hated to do anything that had the slightest chance of making Zuo Yu sad. The first love that wanted to last a lifetime was in the heart of the little beauty. Just like a perfect rose, no matter how cruel and ugly the real wind and rain are, it is not qualified to leave incomplete marks on the flawless petals.