The domineering all-around female president

Chapter 81 Alan Taylor
"Master Ye, what happened back then, Xiao, Xiao, she—" Ye Qingyun broke into Ye Jichen's room like a wind.

Nangong Siyue told him that the owner of the Valley of Medicine was also his father, and he had personally gone to the Valley of the Poison King to obtain two kinds of medicinal materials, one was Lihun Huanyang grass, and the other was Youtan Sleeping Orchid. Of course Ye Qingyun knew what it was for.

That is the medicinal material that can make people feign death and sleep.

Restoration technique?
Could it be that his father used Yigu's taboo technique to heal Xiao?
The return to rest technique is to force the human body to sleep with drugs, enter a state of suspended animation, sleep for years, and use time to cure chronic diseases.Because in the ancient medical theory, the human body can repair the damage in the body by itself during the dormancy process. The more sick you are, the longer you need to sleep.

So, what I saw with my own eyes at that time was actually her symptom of suspended animation?
Ye Qingyun almost didn't listen to her finish, and rushed up to Luoxia Peak crazily, opened Xiao's coffin, and there was really only one set of clothes inside.

He didn't know whether he was surprised or happy.

No matter what the reason is, if you want to take someone away from Qingyue Mountain, it is impossible to hide it from Ye Jichen, so he can't wait to find it.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, but he suddenly asked about Xiao.

Who told him what?

There were very few people who knew about that incident back then, only myself and Shao Hua, not even Che'er.It has been 20 years, and it has been more than 20 years since that woman left.

The old man sighed and spoke slowly

"Miss Xiao was seriously ill back then, and your father felt sorry for your deep love for her, so he took the risk to try that method. But he was even more afraid that if he gave you hope, he would disappoint you, so he let us keep it from you."

In the first two or three years after she left, Ye Qingyun drank like crazy every day, and just sat in front of her grave for several days. It was not until Che'er was seriously injured that he regained his energy to treat the sick. people on.

"Then, is she in the God of Medicine Valley now?"

The middle-aged man was very excited, the joy of his lover's possible rebirth, and the affection of his father's calf, so shocking that he could barely breathe.

"I don't know where she is, but as soon as she wakes up, she will definitely come back to find you." In the blink of an eye, 20 years passed, and the man in front of him had changed from a handsome young man to a youthful age, and his temples were stained with frost. Hua is the emotional injury that has been accumulated for many years.

"Qingyun, wait a little longer, Miss Xiao will definitely come back, because she knows the fate of Gu Ye's family, the God of Medicine, and she won't have the heart to let you live alone." He didn't tell him in the early years because he was afraid that he was still too young. It is difficult for him to bear this long wait, but now time has passed and his heart has calmed down.

Waiting, maybe, won't be so tormenting anymore.

The man's eyes lit up, and his whole body seemed to be alive. No matter how long the wait was, in the years, he finally had hope...

Walking into Alan Taylor's studio is like walking into a dreamy oriental palace. The traditional scarlet wedding dress, the misty Wei and Jin style, the hot and luxurious Tang suit feather coat, and the strict Song gauze shirt, each piece They are all stunningly beautiful, with the beauty and shock of time and space.

"Miss Zhuo, wait a moment. Mr. Taylor is answering a call and will be here soon." The young female assistant greeted him politely with a smile.

It seems that this Alan Taylor is really obsessed with oriental traditional costumes as rumored by the outside world, and every corner of his studio is full of strong medieval atmosphere.

It is said that his personality is very eccentric and unpredictable, and he has always judged his preferences based on his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will not choose a contract, but if he is in a bad mood, no matter how good the conditions are, he will not be able to impress him.

"What I told you, you must have Qiyun, do you know Qiyun?" The man yelled at someone in jerky Chinese.

Zhuo Ran sighed in his heart, it seems that her luck today is not very good, this guy is obviously in a bad mood.

With a bang, the phone seemed to be thrown and fell directly to the wall. The man cursed in a low voice in English and walked out.

He was very young, and she had never had any idea of ​​the appearance of Western men, but she did not deny that this man was very beautiful, almost comparable to a movie star.But at this moment, the remaining anger on his face was still there, as if covering a room of thin ice, he looked a bit gloomy.

"Well, hello Mr. Taylor, I'm Fang Chen's Zhuo Ran." She stood up, introduced herself politely, and of course was ready to be yelled out.

And the man opposite, looking at her, was suddenly stunned, as if a little stunned.He stood there, staring at her, without saying anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Well, Mr. Taylor—" I would feel sorry for Ling Zhan if I left directly, but I must have promised him to do my best.

"Miss Zhuo, can you do me a favor?" He asked suddenly, the expression on his face changed instantly, and there was obvious surprise and indescribable heat in his eyes.

The man hurriedly called to his assistant and ordered her to fetch some kind of feathered and neon dress.

What can she do for him?

Even though he was confused, it was always easy to open his mouth when he had friendship. Zhuo Ran took the opportunity to express his intention to cooperate with him on behalf of Fang Chen, as well as the market positioning of Fang Chen's clothing in the next three years, and the analysis of relevant data such as demand ratio .

Of course, it also showed Fang Chen's greatest sincerity, and clearly stated that if there is an opportunity to cooperate, he will give him the greatest support in terms of autonomy and space.

Alan Taylor didn't interrupt her, and had been listening politely and quietly, but there was no response.

"Mr. Taylor—" the assistant walked in holding a long white gauze dress, with classical fantasy and modern romance.That is to say, it combines the elegance of the ancient style with the dynamic feeling of modern fashion. It is worthy of being the chief designer in the clothing industry. The works that are handed out are all refined and extraordinary.

"Miss Zhuo, this is my latest design, can you please try it on for me?" The man made a gentlemanly request.

"I?"

Could it be that the help he said just now meant trying on this dress?
"I have seen your Fang Chen's previous designs. They mainly followed the clothing trends of Western countries, without their own main focus and creativity, and even abandoned the biggest feature of Eastern localization." The blond young designer spoke jerky. He said in Chinese: "Your Fang Chen's development direction does not match my design style. I have made it clear to your Mr. Fang before that I will not cooperate with your company."

He thought he had said it very tactfully. In fact, Fang Chen's clothing design has been imitating and plagiarizing European and American fashion trends, without his own characteristics. If someone else came over today, he wouldn't even give him a chance to speak.

The man paused slightly, as if thinking about it.

"However, if you can, be my costume model, I might reconsider the possibility of this cooperation."

she?
Costume model?

"Mr. Taylor, I think you need a more professional and younger model, but I am not suitable." Zhuo Ran was a little surprised, is he really a professional designer?

Why would you make such an amateurish request.

"Miss Zhuo, I trust my vision, you should at least try on this dress first, and then decide." The man spoke slowly because of his poor tone.

"Let me also see your company's sincerity for this cooperation, okay?"

His words sounded a bit threatening, but because he spoke so earnestly and sincerely that Zhuo Ran couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to follow his assistant into the fitting room.At first, I thought it would be enough to just try on the skirt, but I didn't expect that cute little assistant to rebuild her from head to toe before giving up.

The man was waiting outside the door, with a tall and straight figure and an elegant smile, he looked very gentlemanly, but the eager anticipation in his eyes revealed his mood at the moment.

"Wow, perfect." Alan Taylor couldn't help but exclaimed, how many models he had found for this dress, but none of them satisfied him.Those women are not young, nor are they not beautiful, but they can't wear it elegant and refined, and they always feel that it lacks some smart charm.

He is very satisfied with this work, and always hopes that there can be someone who is at least close to his expectations.

However, after so many days, none of the models his assistant Lin Na found could meet his ideal standards, even if they were close.

But she wore the soul of this dress.

"Xiaoya, call David over here."

David is his personal photographer, and his work has always been taken by him.

"Miss Zhuo, my studio is downstairs, can you take some photos for me?" He asked very politely and cautiously.

Zhuo Ran has always disliked taking pictures, but the sincerity of his cooperation was there, so she couldn't refuse it.

"Mr. Taylor, I still think you need a professional fashion model." It is undeniable that this dress is really beautiful. It not only perfectly integrates the classic and modern, but also adds the dynamic of the times. .

"Professionalism is a photographer's business, you just need to be yourself." The man thoughtfully walked in front and led her way.

Downstairs, there is a large studio, where the photographer is already waiting. He is a very young Western man with a high nose, deep eyes, thin lips, and a sharp-edged face, which is very chivalrous.

"Oh my God, where did you find the angel? You are so beautiful." The young man exclaimed exaggeratedly, which made Zhuo Ran feel very embarrassed.

"David, you have to take a good shot later, don't scare my angel away." Alan Taylor walked over, patted the young man's shoulder, and smiled.

There are some differences between Eastern and Western cultures. Compared with the strict etiquette in the East, the West has always been unrestrained and free. Zhuo Ran just smiled.

Under their expectant eyes, she didn't even have a chance to refuse, so she walked out of the studio, hoping that Alan Taylor would agree to consider the possibility of signing a contract with Fang Chen because of her "sincerity".

Unexpectedly, shooting was much easier than imagined. She almost didn't need to deliberately create expressions, and just made a few simple poses according to David Li's prompts.

Seeing his joyful and satisfied look, she couldn't help feeling that she had performed well.

"Miss Zhuo, you are really an angel, oh no, it should be said to be a fairy." Alan Taylor and David huddled together in front of the computer to look at the template, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The beauty on her body is not because of a face, but because of the inadvertent breath. Although David is very young, he is a ghost in the photography industry. He is very good at retaining the beauty of the moment.

When Zhuo Ran walked over to look at it, even she herself was a little startled.

"Miss Zhuo, this dress was originally designed for you." Alan Taylor was overjoyed, grinning at the woman in front of him. "You forgot, we met in Gufeng City." At that time, she was wearing an ancient Han skirt, as beautiful as a person in a painting. He wanted to invite her to be his model at that time, but she was flatly rejected. .

When he saw her today, he immediately recognized her, but he didn't expect that she was Fang Chen's executive vice president.

Zhuo Ran was also taken aback, and smiled apologetically. She was in a bad mood at that time, and didn't care much about many things. In her memory, she seemed to meet a foreign tourist and said she wanted to take pictures.

At that time, she thought it was a strike-up, but she didn't expect that she was actually a famous designer, but it was a coincidence to meet her here.

"That day you wore a red dress with double breasts, high waist and large swing. It was very gorgeous, but your expression was a little lonely. I was thinking that if you were wearing elegant white, it should be able to bring out the indifferent coldness even more. So, I designed this one after I came back." It was she who gave him the initial inspiration to create this feather dress.

"Miss Zhuo, I hope you can be my model." This time the man's expression was extremely serious. He has a fanatical pursuit of oriental clothing, and only the woman in front of him can wear the aura of his clothing.

"that-"

"If you are my model, I will sign Fang Chen." If she came for him, then he is willing to go for her...

(End of this chapter)