sweet peach [entertainment circle]

Departure to Paris is a secret itinerary. Han Muzhao, Kim and the little assistant left quietly. After boarding the plane, she put on a blindfold and started to sleep. She came to pick up her big car, and the driver introduced that he would pick up Han Muzhao in the next two months.

Looking at this spacious and grand car, she secretly sighed in her heart: It really deserves to be a C brand, so rich.

Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Quan Zhilong, telling him that he had arrived safely.

It was daytime in Paris. Although it was sunny, the temperature was very low and the wind was blowing. The trees on both sides of the road were bare, and the fallen leaves were blown up by the cold wind and fluttered in the air.

The phone vibrated, and Han Muzhao looked down to see that it was a message from Quan Zhilong. It should be late at night in China at this time, and Quan Zhilong stayed up late again.

mumu: Why did brother stay up late again?

Quan Zhilong: It's not that I stay up late, it's that I can't fall asleep.

Recently, Quan Zhilong is preparing to return to the album and concert. The pressure is so great that he often suffers from insomnia, and the psychological and physical pressure is very high. Although he will not be overwhelmed, he obviously feels that as he grows older, he is more and more powerless up.

mumu: Didn't you just start preparing for brother's album and concert?

Just after posting the news, the place to live has arrived. This is the place Kim is looking for. It is in a hotel not far from the headquarters building of brand c. You can also see the iron tower from the window, because you will live for a long time and the budget is enough. , Kim rented three large suites in the hotel very generously.

The little assistant helped Han Muzhao pack his luggage and left. She didn't have to work in the afternoon, but she had a work dinner date with Carl in the evening, so she sat on the sofa and called Quan Zhilong.

It was late at night in Seoul, and everything was silent. Quan Zhilong was lying on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand and rubbing the little head of iye in his arms, and said to Han Muzhao: "The songs of the album are still being recorded, and the concert team has been formed. There are many more things.”

"Will my brother find it annoying?" Han Muzhao said, "If it were me, I would find things so cumbersome."

"Occasionally, but there's no way. This is my job. It's useless to escape. I'm used to it. Besides, the fans have been waiting for a long time. You can't let them down, right?"

"Brother worked so hard." Han Muzhao sighed, "If it was me, I wouldn't be able to keep going."

"You can't say that." Quan Zhilong scratched Iye's chin, and said with a light smile, "Just like you like the career of modeling, I also love mine. You didn't give up even in the most difficult time in the industry." But, so do I."

Han Muzhao said "En": "You are so busy, do you still want to come to Paris? Finally, you are free, why not take a good rest."

"It's different." Quan Zhilong said with a smile, "Work and meeting you are not in conflict."

"Oh~" Han Muzhao said jokingly, "My brother is different from before."

"Mumu." Quan Zhilong is now afraid that she will mention it, and every time she mentions it, he feels guilty and guilty.

Ever since the two got back together, it was Han Muzhao who took the initiative, while Quan Zhilong didn't have any autonomy at all, completely lost when they were in a relationship with 13 years.

Quan Zhilong never thought that he would still have this day.

Han Muzhao was so strict with him that he forgot all the routines and pushing and pulling.

I just hope Han Muzhao can like him more.

Quan Zhilong was even jealous of Han Muzhao's work in his heart.

She really loves her job so much, his position in her heart may not be as high as that of her job.

He really misses Han Muzhao who made him the center of his life in 13 years.

Hearing his helpless voice, Han Muzhao laughed: "Brother will not stay in Paris for long, do you really want to work with me?"

"As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter what you do."

Han Muzhao sat cross-legged on the sofa: "Brother, why are you so clingy?"

"No way." Quan Zhilong said helplessly, "Work is more important in your heart than mine."

Han Muzhao thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's just as important. I work hard because I love my job, and because I want to be a supermodel to stand by your side."

This love story was too sweet, Quan Zhilong was directly dizzy by this sentence, and he laughed foolishly.

Han Muzhao also laughed.

They chatted like this for a while, until Kim knocked on the door to ask Han Muzhao to have dinner, then the call was hung up.

After Quan Zhilong hung up the phone, he lay on the sofa alone and lit a cigarette. The corners of his mouth were still raised, and his whole body exuded a silly temperament. He didn't feel a little stupid until he finished smoking such a cigarette.

This state lasted all night until he went to the company to continue working in the daytime the next day. Although he didn't sleep much all night, he was still in good spirits.

Quan Zhilong never loses his mind when working!

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On the second day after arriving in Paris, Han Muzhao also began to devote herself to the intense and busy work. After having a working dinner with Carl, she was no longer as rigid as before, and she relaxed a lot when working.

Being a fitting model is a very cumbersome job. You need to keep changing and trying on clothes, and you have to wait for inappropriate designs to be re-modified and put them on again. Just walking on the stage with high heels is tiring enough.

But Han Muzhao didn't show it at all, he tried his best to adapt to this kind of work rhythm, and cooperated with the requirements of Karl and the chief designer, without a single complaint, and always greeted people with a smile on his face.

Such a dedicated work attitude has also been well received by everyone, especially Karl, who has become more and more cordial to her.

At the end of the day's work, Han Muzhao's feet were almost broken from his high-heeled shoes. He didn't even want to eat when he was tired, so he went back to the hotel and lay motionless on the sofa for 15 minutes. Room service with a bottle of red wine.

The bathtub in this hotel is not in the bathroom, but in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The windows are one-way, so you can watch the night view of Paris while drinking red wine.

When Han Muzhao soaked his body in hot water, he exhaled, feeling that the fatigue of the day had been relieved a lot.

He was propping his head in a daze when the mobile phone on the small shelf rang. Han Muzhao stretched his arms to pick it up and saw that it was Quan Zhilong's video call.

Han Muzhao wanted to hang up, but water dripped from his fingertips on the screen, and he got connected for some reason.

"..."

Quan Zhilong paused his smoking hand, and saw that the camera on the other side of the screen captured Han Muzhao's chin and shoulders. Anxious and unable to hang up, Quan Zhilong finally saw Han Muzhao's fair shoulders and something hidden in the foam.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, and opened his eyes again to hang up the video screen.

But my mind is full of the scene I just saw, and I can't forget it even if I want to.

Apart from being flustered at the beginning, Han Muzhao didn't feel any embarrassment or shyness when she calmed down. Not to mention that the two are in a relationship now, they already had various intimate relationships when they were in love before, and she wasn't shy about it. Emotions probably have something to do with the thick skin required by the profession, so he quickly stood up and put on a bathrobe, wiped his hair until it was half dry, and called Quan Zhilong.

At this time, Quan Zhilong had no time to pick it up at all, he was doing it himself, with ample food and clothing.

-

After trying on the costumes, it was time to start directly shooting the posters. Han Muzhao, as a contracted model for the c-brand high-end queen, stayed in the studio for another day, changing clothes and refitting non-stop, so busy that he couldn't even take care of his saliva.

Quan Zhilong didn't get in touch with anyone all day, knowing that she was busy with work, so he didn't bother her anymore, as he was quite busy himself.

After being so busy for more than half a month, Quan Zhilong arranged all the work, and only then did he have time to go to Paris, report to his manager, and let him send him to the airport.

The agent has lost his temper, and he has been persuading him not to go to Paris alone on the way. Quan Zhilong knew it was for his own good, so he didn't talk back, but he just didn't express his opinion.

Determined to go to Paris to accompany Han Muzhao.

And here Han Muzhao has just started to be busy, today's work is not too much, she only needs to take a few groups of photos, and she can rest in the afternoon.

At first, she was still thinking about how to tell Carl, but now she doesn't need to.

After coming to Paris for two weeks, I can finally rest.

The first thing she did when she got back to the hotel was to take a bath. Quan Zhilong sent her a message before boarding the plane, and she might already be flying now.

After relieving his fatigue, Han Muzhao stood up, dried his long hair, put on comfortable suspender pajamas, set the alarm clock, put on the eye mask and started to catch up on sleep.

Although the sun is shining in Paris now.

This time she slept very well, but also very deeply. During this period of time, she was under a lot of work pressure, coupled with not adapting to the climate in Paris, she didn't sleep well at night.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang twice that Han Muzhao woke up leisurely, took out his mobile phone to check the time, guessed that Quan Zhilong should have arrived in Paris almost, then got up, scratched his long hair, yawned, turned over and got down While walking barefoot to the bathroom, he called the driver and asked him to come pick him up and go to the airport.

Not wanting to attract attention, Han Muzhao just washed his face, picked out a big loose black coat, paired it with jeans and white shoes, and wore the brown fisherman hat given to her by Quan Zhilong, and a gray cashmere c brand scarf, and went downstairs after receiving a call that the driver had arrived.

On the way to the airport, Quan Zhilong also called, saying that he was waiting for his luggage, so Han Muzhao asked the driver, and he arrived in about 10 minutes before hanging up.

At this time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening in Paris, the weather was too cold, there were no people on the road, and there were few people and cars at the airport, and there would be no paparazzi in Paris, so Han Muzhao simply went directly to the airport to wait for Quan Zhilong.

Quan Zhilong was pushing a large suitcase, wearing a fisherman's hat of the same style and different color as Han Muzhao's, covering it tightly with only his eyes exposed. Ordinary passers-by would only think him strange, and never would have thought that he would be an artist.

As soon as Quan Zhilong left the gate, he saw Han Muzhao standing there waiting for him, so he couldn't help but take two quick steps: "How long have you been waiting?"

After all, it was a public place, even if Quan Zhilong wanted to have a hug, he couldn’t do it, so he could only walk one after the other like a parking lot, and said as he walked, "My brother who just arrived too, Paris is very cold, why are you wearing so little?"

"This coat is quite thick."

The driver in the parking lot saw the two people coming, and immediately helped put the suitcase into the car, then sat on the driver's seat and pressed a button, and the car and the front seat were separated by the fender.

Han Muzhao: ...Uncle is easy to understand.

Only then did Quan Zhilong embrace Han Muzhao unscrupulously, pinch her slender waist and sit on his lap, pinch her chin with one hand, tilt his head to kiss her.

Speaking of which, this was the first time the two kissed after being together. Quan Zhilong was very addicted to smoking, and there was always a faint smell of smoke and mint in his mouth.

All of a sudden, the whole carriage was filled with heavy breathing, both of them were breathing rapidly, Han Muzhao's tongue was bitten lightly, and his breathing was intertwined.

Quan Zhilong's arms around his waist were tightened, and they were tightly pressed together unconsciously. The heater in the car was also fully turned on. Han Muzhao felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Quan Zhilong's shoulder .

Quan Zhilong let go of her lips, stared at her intently, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of her mouth: "What's wrong?"

"It's so hot." Han Muzhao shook his head: "I want to go back to my seat."

"No." Quan Zhilong didn't let go of her waist: "Hold for a while."

After speaking, Quan Zhilong helped her take off her jacket, and she was only wearing a white tight turtleneck sweater. Han Muzhao was still very hot, and his face was red.

She didn't admit that she was blushing because of embarrassment.