Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 91 The definition of heartbeat (seeking for further reading)
Walk straight along the Champs Elysées.

Inside a hotel that is similar in color to the hotels on the left and right, but decorated with blue parasols.

Carrying a bottle of red wine and stumbling a little while walking, Bill Nye was chattering incessantly while inhaling the richness brought by tobacco.

That damn inspiration kept his mind in a state of excitement.

But after spending a day, he couldn't sort out a timeline that satisfied him.

Pieces of A4 paper filled with text were scattered on the ground. Some were wrinkled and messy, some were bunched up, and some were stained with red wine and stuck to the carpet.

Anna Wintour, who was wearing a bathrobe, flushed with excitement, squinted at the chandelier on the pure white ceiling...
"Dear Bill, I'm thinking of someone to ask for help."

"Who?"

"That guy Darren shouldn't be able to do it now. He seems to have reserved his schedule for Natalie Portman."

"Can he come?"

"How do you know if you don't ask? Anyway, we are just filming and having fun. Just treat him as a vacation. I will call him and ask him."

"..."

The call came through quickly, and as Bill Nighy expected, although their idea was good, it didn't appeal to Darren Aronofsky very much.Although the other party did not refuse outright, he admitted that he did not have time to come to Paris now.

However, he recommended an assistant from his original studio to come over and help sort it out first.

"Damien Chazelle?"

After hanging up the phone, Anna told Bill what had happened. The other person's reaction was the same as her first reaction when she heard the name.

Who is this guy?

Anna shrugged, "I haven't heard of it either, but I heard from Darren that he is preparing for his debut movie and is writing and directing it himself. He is probably short of money right now."

"Is this reliable?" Bill frowned.

"Only when I came here did I realize that I couldn't possibly spend all my time in damn Paris."

"Damn it?"

……

Principal An was taking Jiang Qiong'er to visit his carefully decorated house, talking and laughing.

One floor downstairs, by the kitchen sink, Xiang Yang lowered his head and carefully scrubbed a glass vase. The water flowed from the faucet and hit his hands, giving it a biting cold feeling.

"Who are you giving your rose to?"

After getting over the initial embarrassment, Liu Qianqian turned her nose up and stared at Xiang Yang angrily.

"This is a gift to your father, do you believe it?" Xiang Yang, who was helping to pack the vases by the pool, felt that he had died unjustly...

In this day and age, why is the most basic trust between people so difficult?

Is it because we're in damn Paris?
In order to save some money, I have to suffer this kind of crime...

But when it came to Liu Qianqian's father, to be honest, Xiang Yang was a little surprised. He was a very gentle and calm man.

Also quite easy-going.

Seeing that Xiang Yang had made a serious mistake, she put on an aggrieved look. Liu Qianqian's nose tightened, and after letting out a dissatisfied "hum", she pushed Xiang Yang's arm hard and said in disgust: "Give me the fuck." Get out of the way, you bastard."

"I..." Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang quickly moved to his side to make room for her.

Looking at the paper packaging of the bouquet, Liu Qianqian frowned, "It's still Hermès packaging."

"Uh...it's free." Xiang Yang smiled.

"Okay, you actually fooled my dad with free stuff."

Xiang Yang's expression suddenly changed. Although he didn't think about what to say, he still blurted out: "It's not free, it's a gift for my promotion. I don't have time to prepare a suitable one today, so I just used it to make ends meet."

"A gift for your promotion?" Liu Qianqian, who was still a little teasing, muttered. "Well, we moved the office today." Xiang Yang nodded, "I wanted to wait for you to come back from Lyon and celebrate together."

She raised her head and looked at Xiang Yang silently. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the shirt on his body was wetted by splashing water drops. Just as Liu Qianqian was about to say something, the sound of her father and Jiang Qiong'er's footsteps coming down the wooden stairs was heard.

This made her instantly raise her eyes to look at Xiang Yang with some embarrassment, with a hint of dodge in her eyes.

Guangguang got angry and forgot about it.

Without any preparation, her boyfriend met her father... She still vaguely remembered that when they met just now, Principal An's steady smile was always examining what the other party was carrying.

Two bottles of wine and tea... Those who didn't know better thought they were here...
"Today's event doesn't count." She suddenly stepped forward and whispered to Xiang Yang with her slightly red neck raised.

"What doesn't count?" Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but smile, "Then don't be angry."

Liu Qianqian shook her head first, then nodded immediately.

The complex psychology was twisted together, making her brain a little confused at the moment, and she didn't know which account to settle first.

In short, she raised her hand and patted the guy who was still laughing, and decided to get through the current situation first, and then settle the accounts one by one.

"Are the vases and flowers ready?"

When I got downstairs, I heard the sink in the kitchen was quiet. Principal An asked with a smile while preparing to take Jiang Qiong'er to the backyard to see the flowers and plants he planted.

"Dad, you'll be fine soon." Liu Qianqian's voice was awkward, "I'll just do it with Xiang Yang, and you and Aunt Jiang can take a look."

After saying that, she gently pushed Xiang Yang, signaling him to do something quickly.

Unexpectedly, her father heard the words and said directly: "No hurry, no rush, you two young people have a good chat. Since we are acquaintances, we should get closer and closer."

"Oh." Liu Qianqian responded softly.

It seems that at the moment they just met, both Jiang Qiong'er, who was standing behind Xiang Yang, and Principal An, who was behind her, both saw some clues... There are some things that cannot be hidden from anyone with a discerning eye. live.

fine…

They thought Xiangyang and I were just 'friends'.

When the door to the backyard was opened and closed, the late tension came over me.

After looking at each other and taking a breath, Liu Qianqian covered her chest and spit out her playful tongue as if she had stepped over a dangerous obstacle, "It scared me to death."

After she finished speaking, she stepped forward and hugged Xiang Yang. She put her hands around Xiang Yang's waist and rested her chin on his chest that rose and fell slightly with his breathing. "I didn't expect you to meet my family like this."

Xiang Yang nodded, and without saying anything, he smelled her breath, which was as tempting as a green apple.

Seeing his silence, Liu Qianqian put her ear against Xiang Yang's chest and said briskly: "Let me hear if you are scared."

"Afraid." Xiang Yang admitted directly.

Meeting his parents without any mental preparation was actually fine for him, after all, he had to meet them sooner or later.But he did not deny that he felt panic for a moment, just like when he saw Liu Qianqian angry just now.

Because I care.

"afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid you don't know how fast my heart beats when I see you."

Liu Qianqian giggled, ""I'm very fast too, hehe~"

As she said that, she suddenly let go of her arms around Xiang Yang, raised her head and stood on tiptoes in joy, her eyes flashing with joy, "I suddenly thought of a passage that could be used in the movie!"

"What?"

"When the Tyndall effect appears, light has a shape, and when you appear, my heart beats..."

"Is there a definition?"

"Hmm~"

(End of this chapter)