Qian Yan

Chapter 37

Yan Weiran still said calmly: "Very good, you complement each other well."

She reacted flatly, but even Pandora could sense the turbulent undercurrent between the two of them.With such a temper, she immediately retorted: "Miss Fang, you are really ignorant. Not long ago, Sister Weiran was the stylist and chief makeup artist for the Feuillage global show. She is No. 1 in China, which is unprecedented! Do you know how many celebrities are out of business?" Do you want to cooperate with Sister Weiran? Do you know how many fashion magazines have invited her to collaborate on makeup? Let me tell you, we don’t even bother to go if it’s not the cover and the main blockbuster! With the workload of Sister Weiran, of course you have to get up early and work late, who What makes her unstoppable in the industry now?"

"Then I would like to thank Ms. Fang." Yan Weiran just smiled at Fang Aili and said, "I have a request now, and I hope Ms. Fang can help me realize it."

Fang Aili raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Oh, what?"

Yan Weiran's expression was calm, he even looked at her indifferently, and said clearly: "Please, and him, please don't appear in front of me again, or I will feel sick."

Fang Aili's face was as high as it should be, and it was as if cold water had been poured out.The arrogance that had long been written in her blood made her look stern.But the princess of the Fang family will not accept defeat, no matter what, she has to leave with victory.So she immediately turned her face to the side, the fierce expression disappeared for a moment, and the smile appeared on her face again: "Really? That's a pity, after all, he mentioned you a few days ago—"

he.The person who spat out from his own mouth and was relayed by Fang Aili made Yan Weiran's heart cold, but there was a sneer on his lips.

And Fang Aili leaned closer to Yan Weiran, the little golden snake holding an apple dangled in her ear, just like the one that seduced Eve in the Garden of Eden, bewitching and vicious.

"He said, if you see Unran, remember to send a wedding invitation. After all, we all hope that you can witness our hard-won happiness with your own eyes."

Yan Weiran's heart twitched suddenly.She gritted her teeth fiercely, but the slightly twitching muscles on her face betrayed her, making Fang Aili in front of her smile triumphantly.

With the joy of victory, Fang Aili dropped the last sentence: "Dear Weiran, I wish you the same happiness as us, goodbye."

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor tiles changed from crisp to vague. Fang Aili pulled up the hem of her skirt and walked towards the group of people waiting for her with her head held high.

Wei Zexi, who had just finished chatting with the program team, just came back at this time, and just saw Fang Aili's back, so he took another look: "Who is that, why does it look familiar? Eh? Weiran, why do you have such a complexion?" Ugly?"

Pan Duo stretched her hand to pull Yan Weiran, but felt a burst of coldness, as if the blood in her whole body had stopped walking.Pandora was furious, and spat at Fang Aili's back in anger, took Yan Weiran's arm and said, "Young Master Wei, my sister is a little uncomfortable, let's go first, goodbye!"

"He said, if you see Unran, remember to send a wedding invitation. After all, we all hope that you can witness our hard-won happiness with your own eyes."

Yan Weiran was lying on the bed, not knowing whether he was dreaming or waking up, the voice in his ear was in a trance.

It's so strange, I obviously think it's impossible, but I also feel that these heartless words, combined with that cold and disdainful expression, appearing on that person's face, are actually so appropriate.

It was so apt that she could almost see this sentence become real with her own eyes, combined with his tenderness and consideration when he led her in step by step, it was seamless and beyond doubt.

The dark night makes the room even more empty, and the brain that is not yet awake can't control the ups and downs of thoughts in the body, and the soul seems to be floating in the half-dream and half-awake.In this trancelike wandering, nothing but terrible, hateful, pathetic confusion of thoughts came and went.

Sometimes, she joked with him and asked, "Am I your irreplaceable carbon tetrachloride?" And he replied, "It's not that carbon tetrachloride cannot undergo substitution reactions, it can undergo Friedel-Crafts alkylation. The so-called irreplaceable is just that particular element that didn’t appear.” But when she was disappointed by his boredom, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: “But that element between us will never be there.” Will appear."

Sometimes, he introduced that bright and charming woman to her, saying: "This is Fang Aili, the daughter of my father's friend. We have known each other since childhood. But don't worry, I only regard her as my younger sister."

Sometimes, he and she repeatedly adjusted the ratio in the laboratory, and he said: "You are looking for cooperation, she just needs this formula to get through the difficulties, and promises that she will never treat you badly, why do you and the teacher think about it?" Woolen cloth?"

Sometimes, he hugs her tightly, breaks off the most brilliant four-flowered branch, and gently hands it to her.What he said in her ear was gentler than the spring breeze passing by her cheek: "This flower suits you so much, take it to your appointment."

Sometimes, she was trapped in the dark, facing death before her eyes, defenseless except for the Sizhao flower he broke off and gave her.And when she was huddled in a dark corner, she heard the voices of those people talking in a low voice: "The target will appear with a bouquet in hand..."

But no matter what the flying phantom was, the final end to those chaotic thoughts was the moment she fell from the tall building and fell into the dark night.The wind howled, her body fell rapidly, and the uncontrolled wind of the whole world rushed towards her fiercely.

In just one or two seconds, before there was enough time to fear and feel the pain in the body, the brain had already bang, and the blood was instantly pushed out from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, splashing a large amount of scarlet blood.

In the scarlet night, Yan Weiran suddenly woke up from the dream again.Her eyes were so wide open, staring at her appearance along the way, the pain made the world in front of her split.

Where she was injured, it reappeared on her body, causing severe bone erosion pain, which might not be able to stop in this lifetime.It reminded her of the time she lay motionless in the ICU after waking up from a coma.

The pain of knowing all the deceptions of the past is worse than despair.

She was so stupid once, and she really deserves what she has endured now.So many clumsy lies, as long as they are hidden behind intimate actions, she will believe them in love.

And now, after desperate rehabilitation, Yan Weiran, who can finally stand up, got out of bed barefoot in this twilight morning, went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, drank it slowly, so that he could dispel the past All nightmares, stand awake in this world.

And the key to erasing those nightmares——she slowly thought to herself while looking at the few morning stars outside the window—maybe let them empathize with her pain of losing everything overnight.

She supported her sweaty head, got out of bed, turned on the small lamp on the table, and opened the diary.

Her plans for the future are still on that page, that line.

4. Become famous.Net red is also acceptable, well-known outside the industry, the more popular the better

5. Looking for collaborators, brand creation.

She crossed the word "Fame" and murmured to herself: "I hope Huanyu or the artists over there can help me, at least, I have to stir up some waves first."

As for finding collaborators...

The best candidate in front of him was naturally Wei Zexi, who was rich and well-connected, and certainly didn't want to interfere in the management.And this time, Wei Zexi has cleared up her grievances. She feels that she can accept this kind of person who has no moral corruption despite his hard work.

So she wrote a line on the back.

Complete Wei Zexi's private commission and seek cooperation opportunities.

Her gaze was fixed on the three characters Wei Zexi, and the pen in her hand slowly drew a line under his name.

After thinking about it, she increased the strength of her hand, and definitely used the line to wrap him around for another two weeks.

"In any case, at present, he is the most likely potential collaborator." Yan Weiran put down the pen, leaned on the back of the chair, and sighed softly, "Put aside the prejudice against him, promise him Any conditions. They are people who have died once, Yan Weiran, what can't you accept."

(End of this chapter)