Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

In September, the official interview at Paris Fashion Week.

When Ling Pan got off the plane, John was already waiting at the airport.

She saw Ling Pan coming out of the airport, smiling and walking towards her.

"Ling Pan! Here!"

Ling Pan wore sunglasses that covered half of his face, and walked out pushing the suitcase expressionlessly.She was wearing a wide apricot-colored knitted cardigan with a simple black suspender inside, and cropped jeans that set off her slender legs.Her cold demeanor attracted the attention of many people around, and many reporters were already waiting for her at the door.

Seeing her coming out, they all surrounded her, and the flashlight was aimed at her.

John rushed to her side, and several security personnel cleared the way for her.

The reporter asked her questions about the Paris Fashion Week interview in non-stop English.

Ling Pan is one of the few supermodels in China who did not become famous through commercial shows like Victoria's Secret. Her professional ability is obvious to all, and the scandal with Fan Xinhai last time made her famous outside the circle a lot, and more and more people know her.

Regarding the scandal, both parties have clarified it, but the relationship between her and Wang Jiulong is still confusing to the outside world. It looks like they have broken up, and neither of them has come out to explain.There are also fans who don't feel like breaking up, because the two of them are still close to each other on Weibo...

She started to accept some business shows and interviews. If the interview at Paris Fashion Week is successful, her coffee position will definitely rise to super A.

Facing the long guns and short guns around him, Ling Pan remained silent, and got into the nanny car under the mutual escort of John and the security personnel.

After getting into the car, Ling Pan leaned back in the chair, looking a little tired. John knew that she was not in a good condition recently, so he was not in a hurry to report to her the itinerary of the past few days.

"Hey, you should pay more attention to rest recently."

Ling Pan took off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes, said "um", and was speechless.

John secretly sighed. Since returning to Milan, Ling Pan has become more indifferent than before.

After a long silence, John glanced at her, and then said cautiously, "That...Wang Jiulong...their special session was held as scheduled."

Ling Pan didn't have much reaction, just nodded slightly.

John asked her tentatively: "You...why did you insist on breaking up with him? You left without saying hello."

Ling Pan didn't answer, wearing sunglasses, expressionless, as if asleep.

"Ling Pan? I didn't mean to bring up your sadness, I just thought... Since you weren't very happy after breaking up, why did you break up..."

"Have you ever felt that powerless?"

She spoke suddenly, and John froze for a moment.

"what?"

"It's that kind of feeling of powerlessness that... you obviously want to abandon the whole world to be with him, but... there are countless fetters holding you back... That feeling is really tiring."

John was silent.

Ling Pan's calm voice sounded: "I can only trouble him, I don't want him to see me in such a mess. So...leaving him, maybe he will feel better, and I can also relax."

"Are you relaxed now?"

"..."

John's words made Ling Pan fall silent.

After a long time, she turned her head to the window and said flatly, "Yes, it's just a matter of time."

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"How many times have I said this? What I need is not your so-called international face!"

In the huge office, a group of people were sitting at desks and having a meeting.The woman standing in front of the projection screen has short and medium curly hair and looks only in her 30s.

It is the appearance of a typical Chinese woman.

At this moment, she threw the materials on the desk, with a helpless and angry expression, and yelled at the group of people sitting below in pure English.

"This is Chinese style! It needs a model with Chinese characteristics!"

A blond man said: "There are many Chinese models in this interview, such as Nancy, a model from Hong Kong, and..."

The woman raised her forehead helplessly: "I want to ask, don't those Chinese models all have slender eyes and high cheekbones?! I don't need so many international faces! Can you understand?!"

At this time, the assistant secretary walked in with a pile of documents.

"Mr. Guo, this is the latest interview information."

She sighed, and pointed to the table in front of her: "Put it here."

After putting down the documents, the secretary sat aside.

She flipped through the model's profile casually, and her face became more and more ugly as she flipped through it.She still has an "international face", and she doesn't have the softness of Chinese women at all...

Suddenly, her hand flicking through the documents stopped suddenly.There was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"That's right! How did you forget her?!"

She snapped her fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "I'm relieved to have her."

The others looked at each other and asked suspiciously, "Which one are you talking about?"

She didn't speak, and her smile grew brighter.