Twelve years ago, 12-year-old Song Yan made her debut in a catwalk, and was fortunate to be spotted by a famous fashion designer in country F, and was selected as a model for the season's clothing to participate in the international catwalk in country F.

Not long after that, he returned home.

As Song Yan's manager, Che Yiyi was wearing sunglasses and a black hip-wrapped skirt. She looked like an elite, and she couldn't be offended.

The 19-year-old Song Yan has a prickly head and is tall, so he is not easy to provoke, but he has a green smile on his face, which dilutes some sense of distance.

"Sister Yiyi, do you want to change your dressing style next time?" Song Yan made an appropriate opinion from the perspective of a fashionable person.

Che Yiyi looked at her clothes and waved her hands: "This is pretty good."

Seeing that she didn't listen, Song Yan didn't mention it again. Che Yiyi was used to doing her own thing, and didn't care too much about other people's eyes.

Sitting in the nanny's car, Song Yanan quietly closed her eyes and rested her mind. After the co-pilot answered the phone, Che Yiyi suddenly asked him: "Is there nothing personal tonight?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then sat up straight: "No."

He has no schedule today, Che Yiyi asked this, afraid that there is something to explain to him.

"Come with me to a dinner party that night."

"Dinner?" Song Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking it was a dinner in the circle, "I need to go home and change my clothes."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening."

After making an agreement like this, Song Yan returned home and carefully selected a black embroidered suit, which complemented his broad shoulders and long legs, fully showing his advantages as a model.

In the evening, Che Yiyi came to pick him up on time, and the other party drove the car herself, Song Yan realized something was wrong.

"Isn't it a dinner party in the circle?"

"No." Che Yiyi turned on the turn signal and continued, "It's my family's dinner party, and I'll take you to meet some people by the way."

Song Yan never asked what Che Yiyi's family did, but the other party said so, which naturally meant that there were many people worth making friends at the dinner party, so he responded.

The Che family's dinner was held in the banquet hall on the third floor of the Pingqiao Hotel in Wensha City. The huge banquet hall was crowded with beautifully dressed women and men in suits walking around.

Song Yan's attire suited these people quite well, but his height stood out a bit, so as soon as he followed Che Yiyi into the banquet hall, he was scrutinized by several people.

Che Yiyi patted him on the back: "Don't be cautious, I'll show you a few people."

"Okay." Song Yan nodded. He was indeed a bit cautious, but after all, he was a person who walked through the big runway, so he could adapt to the atmosphere of the scene.

Everyone in the banquet hall knew Che Yiyi, and they all came up to say hello to her, and she responded one by one. The etiquette was in place, she would not offend anyone at all, and she completely refused some strike-ups.

Song Yan followed her to meet many people, all of whom were helpful to his development.

After a round of recognition, Che Yiyi was called away by a man in a tuxedo, leaving Song Yan alone in the banquet hall.

Song Yan chatted with a few people for a while, then went to the dining table to eat a few meals.

When Che Shaoqi walked in from outside the banquet hall, more than half of the banquet had already gone on.He didn't want to come, because the homework assigned by the teacher hadn't been finished yet, but Wang Lian asked him to come out for fun, because it's not a good thing to be bored in the room all the time.

After being read a lot, Che Shaoqi really came out.

He was not very familiar with the people present, there were a few familiar faces, after he greeted a few times, he stood against the wall in a daze.

He doesn't like such an occasion, or he can't adapt to it, and he can't even arouse interest in things that don't interest him.After much deliberation, Che Shaoqi decided to stay here for half an hour, then went home to rest.

Song Yan walked past Che Shaoqi with a glass of red wine in his hand, and just happened to be stopped by someone. It was Che Yiyi who brought a real estate tycoon he knew just now.

This real estate tycoon seems to have some film and television resources in his hand, and seeing that Song Yan is suitable, he wants to recommend it to him.

Song Yan chatted with him quite happily, and then his face softened, and he thanked him repeatedly.

Che Shaoqi has been standing against the wall, a bit like a posture of punishment, but his unique temperament makes him not like a punishment, but as if he is taking a flat photo.

Staring at Song Yan's back for a long time, Che Shaoqi blinked his eyes, as if he suddenly became interested in something, he slowly moved forward one step, followed by another step, and happened to be able to see Song Yan's profile.

When Song Yan was chatting with this real estate tycoon, he was sensitive to the fact that someone was looking at him, but it was inconvenient for him to turn his head to look at him. After all, it was very impolite behavior for this real estate tycoon.So he endured it until the chat was over, and when he turned his head again, he found that there was no one in the direction from which he was originally looking.

Song Yan stood there for a while, thinking it was his own illusion. After finishing the red wine in the glass, he went to the dining table, put down the empty glass, and walked to the balcony.

When Che Yiyi came down, the banquet was almost over.The banquet this time was actually aimed at the business of Pingqiao Hotel, but Che Yiyi didn't talk about it, and Song Yan didn't ask too much. He still knows what to ask and what not to ask after being in the entertainment industry.

"How is it?" Che Yiyi walked up to Song Yan and asked him from the perspective of a manager.

"Very good, thank you sister Yiyi." Song Yan knew that Che Yiyi was thinking about his development, after all, he had just entered the entertainment circle, and it was better to know a few more people than none at all.

"You're welcome." Che Yiyi patted him on the shoulder, "There will be an impromptu show later, let's treat it as the last fun, and I'll take you back after the walk."

Before Song Yan could speak, the floor of the banquet hall connected to the stage was suddenly separated, and a lifting stage was exposed from it, which combined with the main stage into a simple catwalk.

"Someone is with you, don't worry, just follow your own ideas."

"Okay." Song Yan nodded, and when he saw several well-dressed tall men and women standing on the side of the stage, he knew that these people were probably going to go on the catwalk with him.But according to Che Yiyi, the protagonist of this show is still him.

Che Shaoqi stared at Song Yan in the banquet hall for a while, then received a call from the head teacher, saying that there was something wrong with the experimental project handed in before, and asked him to go back and correct it.When he recovered and returned to the banquet hall, Song Yan, who was standing there chatting with the real estate tycoon, had disappeared, but instead appeared on the catwalk.

Che Shaoqi stood under the stage, among the crowd, staring at Song Yan who was surrounded by spotlights for a long time, and saw a shiny thing flashing past and falling from the stage.

He reflexively wanted to go forward to pick it up, but there were too many people around, so he couldn't pick up anything.

I kept praying in my heart that no one would notice the dropped thing, but in the end the banquet was over, and when Che Shaoqi walked over again, he didn't see the thing anymore.

I stood there blankly for a while, until Mica came over: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Che Shaoqi shook his head: "It's okay."

Mica stared at his leaving back for a while, but still kept this matter in her heart.

The next day, Che Yiyi made a rare trip home, but she came back to pack her luggage.

Che Shaoqi half-kneeled in her room to help her fold the clothes, while he was folding, he also listened to Che Yiyi explaining some words to him.

"After I'm gone, you have to eat well, don't always face physics formulas, those things are too boring."

"……Um."

"Don't 'hmm', I know I don't like it." Che Yiyi sighed and stuffed several dolls into the compression bag. Suddenly something fell from the table next to her. When I got up, I realized that it was something that fell off Song Yan's clothes last night, and I forgot to give it to him yesterday.

"Sister, you have to go home and visit often when you go out." Che Shaoqi seldom said these words.

After hearing this, Che Yiyi was quite relieved: "Understood, we, Shao Qi, have a good class, huh?"

"it is good."

After all the luggage was packed, Che Yiyi went to say goodbye to her parents, said hello to Mica, and prepared to leave home with the suitcase.

Mica helped Che Yiyi carry all her luggage into the car, and drove her towards the airport.

"Miss, you have to live a good life outside. If you have any difficulties, please contact me. I will definitely help you."

"it is good."

"Miss, after you leave, remember to keep in touch with the young master, he..."

"I know, I don't like to talk and I just know how to study."

"It's not as silent as the lady said." Mica helped Che Shaoqi say a few words.

Che Yiyi covered her mouth, wanting to laugh a little: "If he meets someone he likes in the future, maybe he won't be so bored, but he's still young now, so he might get better in the future."

Mica froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, miss, the young master stood by the runway for a long time last night, as if he was looking for something."

Che Yiyi turned her head and looked at him in surprise: "Looking for something?"

"Yes. I haven't left all this time, and I still look very disappointed." Mica said, "At that time, you had already taken Mr. Song away."

Che Yiyi was stunned, and took out the things she picked up last night from her pocket, thinking that it shouldn't be.

Che Shaoqi vaguely remembered that after that, not long after Che Yiyi went abroad, he kept in touch with him by email after he was free. The matter of Yan fans was explained.

Che Yiyi was surprised at first, because Che Shaoqi is a science master who only loves physics. It is really hard for people to imagine that such a rational and theoretical person will start chasing stars.

But after trying a few times, Che Yiyi found that he really admired Song Yan, so she mentioned the thing that fell beside the runway, and promised that if Che Shaoqi got married in the future, he would put this thing As a gift to Che Shaoqi.

Many years later, Che Shaoqi, who has officially become husband and wife with Song Yan, finally got back what he had been looking for for a long time.

When Song Yan opened the door after taking a shower, he saw Che Shaoqi sitting on the bed staring at a velvet box in a daze.

Without even drying her hair, Song Yan leaned forward and kissed her.

Che Shaoqi was caught off guard by the kiss, and dropped everything in his hand on the bed in fright, and he lowered his head to pick it up in a panic.

Song Yan is a bit tasteful, he is already married, how can he not focus on him?

"What's this?"

"...Before, I said I would give you something." Che Shaoqi pursed his lips and told the truth.

Song Yan suddenly remembered something that Che Yiyi gave him that Che Shaoqi said before: "What's in it?"

Because the box looked so much like a ring box, he always thought it might be a pair of rings inside.

Che Shaoqi stuffed the box into his hand: "Look for yourself."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows and opened the box. Inside was a delicate silver brooch. Although it was made of sterling silver, it did not turn black or yellow, and it was well maintained.

"Is this... a brooch? Whose?"

Che Shaoqi raised his head, his eyes were rather sad: "Your."

"Mine?" Song Yan pointed at himself, a little unbelievable.

"The thing you dropped when we first met." Che Shaoqi finished in a low voice, as if he was really angry, and lay down with his back to Song Yan, ignoring him.

Song Yan looked at the brooch, then at Che Shaoqi, as if he remembered something, he just got into the quilt with a muffled smile, and hugged Che Shaoqi from behind: "You have been mine since then. Are you a fan?"

"No... can't you?" Che Shaoqi asked him in a muffled voice.

"Of course." Song Yan kissed his neck, in a good mood, "I would have known you as a little fan back then, and I don't know who stared at me for a long time and then disappeared."

"...I went back to change the experimental project."

Song Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this answer, it really was a standard "Professor Che" answer.

"Well, but it's not too late to meet now."

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