Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

A ray of sunlight in the morning came in through the curtains, Wang Jiulong frowned slightly, and opened his sleepy eyes.Looking around the room, he was stunned for a moment.

Slowly propped up, frowning, rubbing his temples.The shirt on his body hadn't been changed yet. He lowered his head and smelled it, and there was a smell of alcohol.

He sighed silently, probably drunk yesterday.

"Yo, bro, are you awake?"

Hearing the sound, Wang Jiulong raised his head and saw Fan Xinhai lazily leaning against the door frame. He asked, "Why are you still here?"

Fan Xinhai yawned: "No way! I kindly carried you back yesterday, and you drove me away as soon as you woke up? Do you have a conscience?"

Wang Jiulong ignored him, got up and put on his slippers, ready to wash up.

Fan Xinhai followed behind him: "Hey, I'm hungry, let's cook."

Wang Jiulong walked to the refrigerator, opened the mineral water and took a sip, then looked at him and said, "You don't know how to do it yourself?"

Fan Xinhai rubbed his messy blond hair and said, "I will use you if I know how to cook?!"

Wang Jiulong gave him a blank look.

"Then you should go out to eat. What is your status? If you eat the food of ordinary people like us, are you afraid that you will be spoiled?"

"Don't talk nonsense! This young master kindly carried you back, so I have to rub you against your stutter anyway!"

After speaking, Fan Xinhai sat in the dining room, waiting for him to cook.

Wang Jiulong was helpless and didn't want to argue with him, so he turned and went into the kitchen silently.

Fan Xinhai rested his head on his elbows, played with Wang Jiulong's car keys, and said to Wang Jiulong in the kitchen: "Your car is still in the bar, remember to drive it."

"I don't have time these days, let's put it away first."

"what ever."

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Paris Fashion Week has always been the finale of the four major fashion weeks in the world.Paris, France is also known as "the center of the clothing center".Most of the internationally recognized top clothing brand design and marketing headquarters are located in Paris.The information sent out here is the vane of international fashion trends, not only leading the direction of the French textile and garment industry, but also leading the trend of international fashion.

This time, the Chinese style Gao Dingxiu led and created by the famous Chinese designer Guo Pei has attracted much attention at home and abroad.And the small closed model of this theme show is a supermodel from China, which also received a lot of attention.

Although Ling Pan is young, she is considered a leader among the new generation of models in the circle, and as she gradually leaves the circle, more and more people pay attention to her.

Some people pay attention to her because of this Paris Fashion Week, and some people pay special attention to Paris Fashion Week because of her.

There are more and more reports about her. During Paris Fashion Week, Ling Pan no longer knows how many times she has been on the trending searches.

Some are about her private life.

Of course, her private life is worth talking about, and only her relationship with Wang Jiulong is worth talking about.

Their relationship seems a bit confusing to outsiders, because they always feel that the two have broken up, but neither of them has come out to explain.

There were so many such news that Ling Pan didn't bother to read them.

Recently, she either spends time at the show, or stays in the hotel, and occasionally goes around the neighborhood.

On the day of the official catwalk, Ling Pan came early, so she and John waited in the dressing room first.

Not long after, Guo Pei knocked on the door.

"Ling Pan."

Seeing it was her, Ling Pan stood up: "President Guo."

Guo Pei waved to the people outside the door: "Come on."

Ling Pan looked back, his eyes lit up instantly, and he was surprised to see the high-end dresses pushed in by the staff.

"Blue and white porcelain!"

These days, she is rehearsing in sample clothes, she has never actually seen Yuan Yi, she has only seen photos.When she saw the blue and white porcelain dress on the shelf, she was shocked in place.

Guo Pei looked at her with a smile: "Put it on, and you will be the brightest star tonight."

Ling Pan gently caressed the gown, which was purely handcrafted with Su embroidery texture, stitch by stitch, meticulous.

Even with Ling Pan's indifferent personality, he couldn't restrain his inner excitement and affection.

"Oh my god, this is simply..." John next to him froze.

Seeing their reactions, Guo Pei smiled and said, "I am very satisfied with your reactions, which means that my work is not bad."

Ling Pan nodded hurriedly: "Very well, very well!"

Guo Pei said, "Then I'll go out first and let them put it on for you."

Ling Pan looked at the dress and suddenly stopped her: "Mr. Guo!"

Guo Pei turned around halfway and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Ling Pan smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Guo Pei lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, chuckled lightly, and nodded: "You're welcome."

Ling Pan stroked the dress, a little lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt lucky...

……

Wang Jiulong was going to the bar to pick up the car that day, but Fan Xinhai didn't give him the car keys.

Call him, the guy said he drove the car back to the company.

Wang Jiulong was helpless.

Damn so boring...

He had no choice but to go to Fan Xinhai's company to pick up the car.

When he arrived at the company, Wang Jiulong bumped into Ding Chun who came out head-on.

Seeing him, Wang Jiulong gave him a cold look, didn't talk to him, bypassed him and went directly into the company.

Ding Chun called out to stop him: "Da Nan!"

Wang Jiulong stopped and didn't look back: "Is there something wrong?"

Ding Chun sighed, walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry about what happened before."

Wang Jiulong glanced at him, and said calmly: "Ding Chun, I understand that people will change, so I don't blame you, but I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, he continued to walk in.

Ding Chun stared at his back, and suddenly said, "Tonight is Ling Pan's Paris Fashion Week debut."

Wang Jiulong's footsteps slowed down, and after only a moment, he quickened his pace again.

Ding Chun lowered his head and laughed at himself: "Hehe, the world is really changing..."

……

Paris Fashion Week has kicked off, and the whole world is paying attention to this feast of clothing.

The billboards in the center of Beijing have been replaced with the latest styles of this year's Paris Fashion Week. On the building of Keysir, a giant LED screen is live broadcasting the grand occasion of Paris Fashion Week.

Wang Jiulong drove the car out and drove slowly on the street.

He was a little restless and simply parked the car on the side of the road.Then a person leaned against the side of the car, silently smoking a cigarette.

As soon as he looked up, he could see the LED screen on the Keysir building.

The theme of Chinese style has already started. In front of them are foreign models with high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, wearing the designer's Chinese style clothes, walking on the runway.

With his head tilted and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he admired the feast of costumes.

The evening wind blows gently, blowing away the sultry heat.Beside the road, rows of street lights illuminate the night, making the night no longer dark; in the road, cars are speeding one after another, making the night no longer lonely...

The Xiaoguan that everyone is most looking forward to is finally here. The reporters are ready to focus their cameras, and the people in the auditorium have already taken out their mobile phones and started taking pictures and videos.

Ling Pan stood at the entrance of the stage, took a deep breath, and stood on the runway with her skirt lifted.

All the lights gathered on her in an instant, and a blue and white porcelain dress caught people's eyes, which made people's eyes shine.

The audience exploded, so beautiful, so Chinese style!

The long skirt was spread out on the runway, the waistline was slender, and silver-white patterns were outlined on the waistband. The back was straight and walked slowly. It looked like a blue and white porcelain vase with a thin neck from a distance. Elegant and charming.

The delicate lace sets off the white legs, which are slender and straight, and the exquisite curves are completely outlined.

Her gaze is like the waves of the autumn day, her styles are affectionate, with a frown and a smile, she is graceful, charming and charming of a girl, and the elegant charm of a Chinese woman seems to be natural to her.There are no additional decorations, she is coiled with black hair, with a magnificent crystal hairpin, delicate and elegant, and her hair hangs down naturally, passing by her ears.

Ling Yun from the audience stared at the calm girl on the stage with a moving face, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

That is her daughter.

She stood in the center of the runway, under the spotlight, her water-like Danfeng eyes became more clear.

There are shutter sounds and flashes all around, all lights and brights surround her.

Ling looked forward to the front, a little lost in thought.It's like seeing another world through the eyes.

The cigarette in his hand was burned out, and Wang Jiulong raised his head and stared at the indifferent but beautiful face on the big screen.

Time is silent, but there are marks every year.We are always used to walking the present path with our memories, and then at a certain moment inadvertently, we think of the past bits and pieces, and suddenly burst into tears.Perhaps, some fate is really like the falling flowers, it is the sadness that we can't keep.

From now on, will there be no each other in your world?