Top actresses want me to confess

Chapter 47

In the southeast of central Paris, diagonally opposite Saint-Marcel Metro Station.

In the already sparse crowd, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a black drawing tube stood out.

He stopped in front of a three-story building. Before the middle-aged man could take out the key from his pocket, the big iron door beside him was already opened from the inside.

The middle-aged man raised his head, and a brown-haired woman with a graceful figure opened the door and appeared in front of his eyes, looking at him with spring breeze in her eyes.

"Sam, is the meeting with Lance over?"

The woman with a soft voice leaned close to the middle-aged man, and the scent of perfume gushed out from her body, making the middle-aged man tilt his head.

"Yes, it's over, Louise."

The middle-aged man turned his body away, avoiding the woman, and walked towards the building.

"what's the result?"

The woman named Louise chased after her and followed the middle-aged man into the corridor.

"So-so, pretty good."

The middle-aged man obviously didn't want to talk too much with this Louise, so he said something perfunctorily, and then reached out to press the elevator.

"And how about your shoulder?"

The woman asked again, sticking to the wall relentlessly, covering the elevator button with her body.

"It's still the same."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said something helplessly. At the same time, he squeezed the woman's hip with his fingers and pressed the elevator button.

The digital prompt above the elevator responded immediately, and the car began to descend from the third floor.

Seeing this, Louise no longer blocked the elevator button, but stepped closer to the middle-aged man again, almost touching his earlobe, and said softly.

"I recently learned some massage techniques from the master in Huaxia City, maybe I can help you relieve your pain."

"Thank you, but I have a lot of things lately."

The middle-aged man quickly dodged, then crossed his body, dodged, and entered the elevator that had just opened the door.

"Goodbye, Louise."

The middle-aged man finally said goodbye to the woman, and at the same time reminded her with his eyes not to block the elevator from closing with his arms.

The woman felt a little helpless when she saw this, but obediently took half a step back and made way for her.

As the elevator door closed, the car slowly went up. The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then leisurely observed his surroundings. The elevator here was old and needed to be replaced.

After a burst of bright yellow lights flickered, the old-fashioned elevator stopped. The middle-aged man waited for two seconds, and then walked out of the elevator steadily.

Opening the door of the studio, the middle-aged man swiftly pushed it open, then raised his head, and following him, he saw an unexpected figure standing behind his desk.

Chen Gewei put down the pencil in his hand, placed it straight on the right side of the table, then raised his head, calmly looked at the middle-aged man and said.

"That woman had sex with your colleague Drake, and Vincent across the street."

The middle-aged man paused, then returned to normal, lowered his head and agreed.

"Well, I know, that's why I've been avoiding her."

The middle-aged man put down his drawing tube, then came to the desk, faced Chen Gewei, and asked kindly.

"Why didn't you tell me you came to Paris?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt, Dad?"

Chen Gewei stared at his father and said calmly.

Chen Tianqiao raised his right hand, touched his left shoulder, then walked to the side, and said calmly at the same time.

"It's just a little muscle injury. It's not a big problem. It's fine to go to the hospital regularly for physical treatment."

"I read your report at the hospital."

Chen Gewei's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Your injury has obviously affected your work, and you still have diabetes. I think you should go back to Korea with me."

Chen Tianqiao tidied up the blueprints on the table and put them away neatly, while saying in a long voice.

"Well, I thought about it a few days ago, but my work in Paris is not over yet, even if I go back, it will be at least the middle of next year."

"Your brand is already on the right track, and you only undertake the design task, which is the same in Korea."

Chen Gewei chased after him and followed behind his father.

"I just attended a meeting today."

Chen Tianqiao gave an example.

"Alan went to the Fashion Institute, so I had to contact the manufacturer for him."

"And your third partner is still sleeping in the hotel?"

Chen Gewei immediately asked back.

The gray-haired middle-aged man stopped his movements, took a deep breath, then turned around, looked at his son seriously and said.

"You can't keep prying into other people's privacy like this, it's very immoral."

"I just save them the time of lying to me and then I find out."

Chen Gewei retorted calmly, even without any fluctuation in expression.

Chen Tianqiao shook his head, looked at Paris outside the window, sighed softly, and then looked at his son again.

"Did you get into any trouble in Korea?"

"No."

Chen Gewei quickly replied.

"I'm still working in Lianzhong, and now I've been promoted to minister."

The old father raised his eyebrows, and then said in surprise.

"The speed of promotion is faster than I thought."

"But Lianzhong is going out of business."

In the next second, Chen Gewei spoke up.

"why?"

Chen Tianqiao immediately asked.

"The big companies above need to integrate resources and take back the resources allocated to small companies."

Chen Gewei explained briefly.

Chen Tianqiao thought for a while, and then spoke again.

"Then you still want me to go back to Korea?"

"You get dividends every year, and I have enough money in my account, and I think it's easy to find another job."

Chen Gewei's thinking is still very clear.

Chen Tianqiao looked confused, turned around and walked to the seat next to him, bent down and sat down, and then began to think about it.

Chen Gewei stood aside without speaking, just waiting quietly.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged man on the seat spoke calmly.

"I still can't go back today. I have to finish my work. I will try to go back early at the beginning of the year."

"Then you go to the hospital with me tomorrow for a physical examination. I've already made an appointment."

Chen Gewei followed up and said, as if it had been premeditated.

Chen Tianqiao turned his head to look at his son, and said with a smile.

"Have you already made up your mind?"

"Just a reasonable guess."

Chen Gewei said something flat, then turned and walked towards the door, pushed the door open, and then turned to look at his father.

"Are you having lunch?"

Chen Tianqiao thought for a second, then pressed his hands on the armrests and sat up.

"OK."

The middle-aged man came to the door, and his son stared at his hair for two seconds, and then said softly.

"Your hair is whiter than before."

"Well, that's right, I'm too lazy to dye it."

Chen Tianqiao said leisurely, then raised his hand and patted Chen Gewei on the back, and walked out of the studio with him.

The two stood in front of the elevator, Chen Tianqiao turned to look at his son, and then spoke again.

"How is your life in Korea? Have you met your uncle?"

"Generally, no."

Chen Gewei answered Chen Tianqiao's questions in two words.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Chen Tianqiao followed up and asked.

"No."

"Is there anyone interested in that?"

This question made Chen Gewei pause for a second, he was not as quick as he answered before, but he still spoke quickly.

"No."

While saying this, Chen Gewei shook his head in affirmation.

But Chen Tianqiao frowned slightly at this moment, as if he had discovered something.

The elevator door in front of him opened, and he didn't rush in, but seriously looked at his son's expression.

"It seems that there is..."

"Could you stop your baseless speculation, Dad."

"Is it pretty? What do you do?"

"..."

　After thinking about it, I should still be a fashion designer. Don’t let him have anything to do with foreign brands, just start a self-made brand with friends. Anyway, he is not the protagonist, but just a secondary role.

　　The data card was changed to Zhixiu, and I finally passed it. Could it be that BP is too famous and the full name is not allowed to pass.Anyway, it's over now, if you have time, you can go to have a snack

　　
　
(End of this chapter)