beauty should be like this

After the New Year, the New Year flavor in Beijing becomes more and more serious. The streets and alleys are filled with red lanterns, and there are cheerful songs that cannot be stopped in shopping malls and restaurants.

In the past, Zuo Yu didn't care much about this festival. All he had to do was to send warmth to his relatives, friends and lover.

But this time it was probably because her father was still in prison and Wen Qianyu was not around, so there was always an indescribable loneliness lingering in her heart.

With the expansion of the scale and the sound operation of funds, the company's affairs are finally on the right track, and the burden on Zuo Yu's shoulders is slightly relieved.

He is not in a hurry to earn a lot of money in a short period of time. On the contrary, he estimates the year-end rewards of his employees to be relatively generous. The rest of the surplus is also deposited in Wen Qianyu's account, thinking that the little beauty has accumulated enough experience. When you want to start your own brand, you can have a sufficient amount of start-up capital.

In the middle of the night, when I was seriously calculating at my desk, the computer suddenly popped up a video invitation.

Wen Qianyu sat at the table refreshingly, with the sunshine of Paris all over her face, and said with a smile: "Why are you still working overtime, don't get tired."

Zuo Yu curled the corner of his mouth: "You're not here, there is nowhere to vent your excess energy."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Qianyu asked: "I gave you, and your family's mailed time, have you received it?"

"Well, I let go of my grandpa's house yesterday." Zuo Yu nodded.

"I'm going to accompany the director to the United States for the Spring Festival this time. I can't visit you anymore. Let's see you in the spring." Wen Qianyu lowered her eyes and sighed.

"Okay." Zuo Yu was inevitably disappointed, but since he was sent out, he wouldn't use his complaints all day long to affect Qianqian's motivation to develop his career.

But upon hearing this, Wen Qianyu immediately put her beautiful face in front of the camera: "Why aren't you lost at all?!"

"May I cry for you?" Zuo Yu laughed.

"It's not rare!" Wen Qianyu snorted, and said instead: "I'm going shopping with my colleagues in a while, so just stay by yourself."

After he finished speaking, he cut off the video.

Of course Zuo Yu would not be angry, and was even a little relieved.

With a slow-moving personality like the little beauty, he finally met someone abroad who can accompany him every day, which is better than being alone forever.

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The cold winter in Beijing can hardly be called beautiful. All the scenery is pale, and the air is still filled with smog, making the sunlight and lights blurred.

After visiting his father in prison a few times, Zuo Yu fully accepted this reality, and habitually described the trivial matters of family and work to him without reporting the bad news.

It's a pity that no matter where Zuo Pengcheng is, there are policemen behind him.

So there are some things the old father can never say.

Every time he looked into Zuo Pengcheng's eyes, Zuo Yu could feel himself being questioned - why didn't he leave?Why not take that money and run away and have a good time?This city, this country has nothing left to miss!

But Zuo Yu can only answer this question with all the care he has given.

"My mother has picked up Chinese painting again now. She used to draw very well, but now she is more serious. She often visits two gray-haired teachers, who seem to be very good, but I don't understand." Zuo Yu Laughing: "I don't have any artistic talents."

"Follow me." Zuo Pengcheng took off his presbyopic glasses, held them in wrinkled hands, and said, "Don't come on New Year's Eve. We have Spring Festival activities here. You can spend time with your mother." .”

"I'll deliver a box of dumplings." Zuo Yu refused.

"Missing your box of dumplings?" Zuo Pengcheng sneered, but his face was extremely calm: "These years, what I fear most is the festival, who should I socialize with, whose favor should I accept, which important person should I honor... All the decisions in the business field are tiring. In fact, my father has always had a wish, that is, to spend the New Year in a down-to-earth way, without thinking about anything, and without worrying about anything. Unexpectedly, it was realized in this way in the end. Life Sometimes it's more exaggerated than dramatic."

"Dad, after you come out, I won't let you worry about it anymore. At that time, you can only do what you want to do. This family... I'm in charge." Zuo Yu said seriously.

"Are you in charge?" Zuo Pengcheng repeated.

Zuo Yu nodded. This year, he always felt guilty of his father's painstaking efforts when he spent his days and nights.

Zuo Pengcheng looked at his son with complicated eyes, but it rarely became slightly clear because of these words.

"So, stop ordering me this way or that, I know what to do." Zuo Yu said: "I will still come to deliver dumplings on New Year's Eve, wait for me."

Zuo Pengcheng didn't express his opinion this time. The light from the small window penetrated from the outside and shone on his wrinkles, making him look dry and warm.

-

The name Paris seems to be particularly suitable for a luxurious banquet.

Due to the nature of work, it is inevitable that Wen Qianyu often attends some social occasions, but he is still the same as before. He really can't take the initiative to curry favor and socialize, so he has to spend time with the director or colleagues, secretly thinking about what to do at home. An unfinished manuscript.

"Qian, you're going back for vacation during Chinese New Year, right?" a girl asked.

"Well... I also added two days of personal leave with salary deduction." Wen Qianyu made a depressed expression, and then smiled: "But this is the most important festival for us Chinese, and we must reunite with our family."

He pretended to tell Zuo Yu that he was busy, and the purpose was to surprise him suddenly by appearing in front of him, so he was inevitably in a happy mood at the moment.

Who wants to be happy when a new guest comes in to the banquet.

Following the excitement not far away, Wen Qianyu raised her eyes and suddenly saw Jin Fengxiao's long-lost face, and couldn't help being stunned.

The former idol, the later turning against each other, and Lynch's resentment are intertwined, it is really hard to describe in words.

Jin Fengxiao also noticed Wen Qianyu's existence, but he, who was too experienced in the world, didn't react at all. He just glanced over and continued to greet the beauties around him.

Although the little beauty reunited with him in Paris through hard work, her identities are still one in the sky and one in the earth, so designer Jin doesn't feel timid at all. The fashion industry is originally a group with complicated personal relationships. I'm afraid that in this luxury hotel lobby Every decent person has his own dark history, but no one is ambiguous when it is time to use and flatter each other.

I am afraid that it is precisely because he has such a "truth" in his heart that Jin Fengxiao gets very angry when he is provoked.

In the middle of the reception, a waiter suddenly came to him with a glass of champagne mixed with gold leaf and a folded note, and pointed to Wen Qianyu who was chatting with a few young girls in the distance: "Sir, it's the one named I sent it."

Jin Fengxiao frowned and opened it, and sure enough there were two lines of scribbled Chinese: "Uncle thieves, you have countless wrinkles, how dare you grandstanding here?"

"Teacher, what's the matter?" The French model next to him was curious.

Jin Fengxiao crushed the note silently, raised his head and sneered, "It's nothing, an old friend greeted me."

-

Wen Qianyu, who is completely ignorant of all the ups and downs, is very simple, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to the day when the New Year comes, so she happily boarded the plane back home wearing new clothes, intending to stand in front of Zuo Yu all of a sudden, and have a good time Admire his astonished face.

The festival full of anticipation was simply too beautiful, and the ten-hour flight could not extinguish the joy of the little beauty, so that when he looked at the foggy Beijing sky with exhaustion, he felt that this place was very cute.

The usually crowded capital is actually very empty and deserted during the Spring Festival.

Wen Qianyu tidied up her red coat in the taxi, stared at the deserted long street with a smile, and finally came back to her senses when she reached the gate of a familiar neighborhood, dragging a big suitcase to say goodbye to the driver.

It's only because Zuo Yu didn't ask for the corridor electronic card back in his hand, so Qianqian, who swiped into the building smoothly, didn't have any doubts.

He took the elevator all the way to the top floor, looked in the mirror again to make sure that he was pretty enough to be safe, and then opened the door with his fingerprints.

Unexpectedly, after swiping twice, the error was reported again and again.

Didn't come back for half a year, and the records were cleared?

Wen Qianyu frowned and entered the password, but the prompt was still incorrect.

While tossing nervously, the anti-theft door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a young woman in pajamas came out: "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

Wen Qianyu was completely dumbfounded, her eyes wide open and she didn't speak for a long time.

Probably the woman couldn't lose her temper with such a beautiful face, so she asked again: "Why did you open my lock?"

Wen Qianyu peeked at the completely unfamiliar furniture in the room, and after confirming the house number, he said, "I... I'm looking for Zuo Yu..."

"Zuo Yu?" The woman thought for a while, then returned to the room and shouted: "Hello! A boy is looking for Zuo Yu, is he a friend?"

The smart Wen Qianyu realized something, and asked in surprise, "Is Zuo Yu staying here?"

"He sold the house to us a long time ago." The woman replied, "Don't you have his phone number?"

"Yes, yes." Wen Qianyu gripped the phone tightly.

The woman said: "Then you should call him, it's Chinese New Year."

"Okay, please. Happy New Year." Wen Qianyu said goodbye to her politely. When he realized that he was locked outside, he couldn't help being a little sad in a daze. He stood in the corridor for a while, and saw the year before last. The Christmas star lights hanging in the corridor were already covered with dust, so they dialed Zuo Yu's number.