beauty should be like this

Hypocritical enthusiasm, weak politeness, tired courtesies, rational maturity that suppresses true emotions forever... These feelings are new gains from Zuo Yu in the business field. There is no solid support from his father anymore, and there is no failure in his heart. It's okay to relax. Facing himself who is becoming more and more unfamiliar, he finally gains the strength that belongs to a man.

It's another round of wine drinking.

When Zuo Yu entertained the guests from Shanghai and asked the valet to take him back outside the community, the sky was already high.

He was a little dizzy from drinking, and said to the little brother who was driving: "I won't enter the garage, just stop by the side of the road and ask me to get some air."

"Okay." The surrogate driver received the money and disappeared quickly and easily.

Zuo Yu leaned back on his seat, looking through Wen Qianyu's circle of friends and chat records dimly as usual.

He likes to see those beautiful, flashy and busy photos sent by the little beauties, and he likes to see the appearance of his beloved who is close to his dream.

Unexpectedly, when I was fascinated, my mobile phone suddenly received a remittance notice of tens of thousands of euros.

Zuo Yu was a little sober because of his doubts, and immediately asked Wen Qianyu, "Why pay?"

Calculating the time, Wen Qianyu should have already left work, so the reply was quick: "I have paid the bonus, and there is still some left over from before. It is useless for me to keep it. You have a lot of places to use the money."

In fact, the little beauty's income Zuo Yu is very clear, the living expenses he paid in the past few months have all been refunded, and now this money has appeared again, presumably it came from saving money and saving money.

Money, which was once worthless in Zuo Yu's heart, has finally become a series of complicated numbers.

Feeling mixed with helplessness gradually spread in Zuo Yu's heart desperately.

He couldn't help but make an international call, and said with a smile: "You really want to support me? Stupid."

"...I know there are not many, but there are not many more now. I'm afraid you don't tell me if you have difficulties... If you don't need it for business, just buy something for your parents." Wen Qianyu's surroundings were very quiet, and his voice seemed Inexplicably ethereal.

"It's really not necessary. Although the company has just started, it is quite stable. You can keep it and buy clothes for yourself." Zuo Yu refused, and then asked, "What are you doing?"

"Taking a bath, I stood with the supervisor for a whole day, and my leg was about to break." Wen Qianyu replied, "What about you? You won't be drinking again, right?"

"Hey, those uncles who came here are more tossing than one." After Zuo Yu sighed, he said with a smirk: "If I knew you were taking a shower, I would have posted the video."

"Rogue!" Wen Qianyu scolded, and then asked impatiently: "Didn't you say that lawyers have started to apply, can you go abroad? Have you had time recently?"

"No news yet." Zuo Yu was puzzled: "I will do my best."

Wen Qianyu was suddenly listless: "Oh..."

Zuo Yu comforted, "It should be fine."

"At worst, I'll go back to Beijing during Christmas and New Year." Wen Qianyu pretended to be relaxed and said: "The company always has holidays, so I will check the air tickets in a while."

Zuo Yu hasn't told him about the sale of the house until now, and he often hides it when chatting videos at home, for fear that the little beauty will be sad about it, so he said: "If we have a holiday, let's go to Hong Kong. I will consult a lawyer later. The Hong Kong-Macau passport should still work, and the smog in Beijing is getting worse, so it doesn’t make much sense to come back.”

"It's all done, I mainly want to see your parents..." Wen Qianyu was not stubborn: "But don't get mad at them."

"Qianqian." Zuo Yu said seriously: "No one is angry with you."

Wen Qianyu laughed, and then choked up without warning: "I miss you, I work hard every day, but I miss you every day, I want to hold your hand..."

"Hey, don't cry." Zuo Yu straightened up, completely lost the feeling of drinking in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, I've learned a lot at work, but I always sound like a wimp when I talk to you." Wen Qianyu smiled wryly: "There are still two more months before the holiday, and it will pass in the blink of an eye."

Zuo Yu replied: "In the future, I will never let you be alone for so long. You promised me not to cry where I can't see you."

"I didn't cry." Wen Qianyu retorted.

"It's best, don't stay up late to draw manuscripts, and go to bed earlier." Zuo Yu instructed as usual.

Only then did Wen Qianyu's mood gradually stabilize, and he hung up the phone after agreeing.

Zuo Yu called him back the money with his mobile phone, then locked the car, and walked into the building in the dark.

When he was young, he never thought that his 30-year-old would come in such a situation.

It is as calm as what every parent had.

It turns out that the truth of life is just like this. To remove the veil of whitewashing youth, it is so real that people have no choice, but they are awe-inspiring.

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Wen Qianyu in Paris has become fond of pressure and competition, because these things make time pass quickly and crowd out the messy things in her mind.

In fact, it is nothing new for lovers not to see each other for half a year.

But he was too close to Zuo Yu, and there was a ban on going abroad, so he felt uncomfortable like a thorn in his heart.

Please make work more busy, it is best to occupy all the daily time.

——The little beauty can hardly bear to beg like this every day.

One morning, as soon as he came back from the textile factory, he met the director walking out in high heels. Because his fingers were hooked, he hurried over and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"A celebrity came to the headquarters to take pictures today, including the dress you designed, don't you want to see it?" the director asked.

Although this French woman looks arrogant, she actually has a tender heart.

Wen Qianyu immediately said happily, "Okay."

Then, in the process of following her, he became suspicious: star?Which star did the company cooperate with again, or...

After 10 minutes, go upstairs to the studio.The not-so-happy mystery is revealed.

Wen Mu actually stood in the brilliance of the spotlight, gentle and restrained, yet dazzling.

"This time is for the shooting organized by the commemorative issue at the end of the year. The clothes were chosen by his team. You should feel honored." The director clasped his hands and introduced.

Wen Qianyu stood in the corner in a daze, looking at his father who was still perfect and couldn't even tell his age, his heart surged one after another.

After coming to Paris, Wen Mu only visited his son for an hour in a hurry, and then took a plane to go elsewhere, keeping a distance as always.

But now he deliberately chose his windbreaker, which was put into production in the youth line, and its positioning was obviously not suitable for him. Is it to show support?

No need.

Wen Qianyu turned her head stubbornly.

At this time, the current group of shooting has ended. Wen Mu greeted in fluent French, which made the director rarely show an elated smile, hugged, greeted, and praised each other, and then introduced the silent young man beside him: "This is our Wen Qianyu, the new designer of , his works are among the clothes you photographed."

After speaking, the director looked curiously for a moment again: "You two look alike."

The honor of being introduced as a spokesperson by the boss should be something to be happy about, but Wen Qianyu was extremely embarrassed, with a pale face, he wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Unexpectedly, Wen Mu was very calm. While asking his assistant to help him take off his brand new coat and leather gloves, he said flatly, "Of course, he is my son."

These words were like thunder on the ground, making the originally noisy studio become silent.

Wen Qianyu was so frightened that she immediately raised her head and looked into her father's eyes. She didn't understand how he had the courage to tell this secret that had been buried for more than 20 years without incident.