Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 482 Refuse to tease
In the evening, we had a dinner at the hotel that Hermès cooperates with.

The two parties, who had different thoughts, had a very happy conversation.

Hatfield contacted the headquarters as soon as he stayed at the hotel and heard that the purpose of the HYS co-branding was for Air.

Nike's top executives couldn't help but frown.

Unlike Nike, which is the main listed company, HYS is just a sub-brand of Hermès.

Now Hermès and LVMH Group have been suspended from French exchanges for several months due to pending acquisition cases.

Naturally, the latest financial report data will not be updated in a timely manner like other listed companies.

You can still get a lot of data analysis by understanding it through the media on weekdays.

Do you want to achieve such an in-depth cooperation with HYS?

During the discussion, Nike's top executives held different opinions, but most of them were still unwilling to pay such a high price.

"Did you get the other party's design sketches?"

In addition to this aspect, Nike executives are also very concerned about the design direction of HYS.

Regardless of cooperation or not, it is also a good idea to 'learn' from the appearance design ideas of the luxury shoe departments of big brands.

"Uh"

Hatfield choked. This point was not included in today's discussion.

"Hatfield, please try to keep in touch with the teams involved in HYS." Nike's top management said tactfully.

No need to guess the meaning.

At least you should look at the design sketch before talking about it.

Of course Hatfield wanted to see the design drawings of HYS, but at the dinner party in the evening, even though the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After talking about HYS’s specific design of sports shoes.

Whether it is Xiang Yang or Pierre Hardy, the answers given can be described as nonsense.

"We want to try to combine Air's technology with hiking shoes to produce a more comfortable hiking shoe and improve its wear resistance."

"Mr. Hatfield, I personally am not proficient in the design of sports shoes. Do you think artificial leather will be popular in the sports shoe market?"

The previous sentence was said by Xiang Yang.

The latter sentence is of course Pierre Hardy.

Listen, this kind of talk can only deceive laymen.

Hiking shoes have to face complex usage environments.

Use an air cushion to increase its comfort
"Xiang, you are so insincere." Hatfield looked disappointed. This was not what he said in the afternoon meeting.

"It's better to settle for the next best thing." Xiang Yang smiled and directly passed the blame to Hatfield.

I want to make professional and general sports shoes, and you have many concerns.

Then I work in niche areas that are not related to Nike's main business, and you still say that I am not sincere.

It’s up to you~
Pierre Hardy cooperated with Xiangyang in this regard.

Respect is respect, but this does not prevent everyone from discussing practical interests for their own benefit.

Show your sketches to a shoe designer?
That's not giving away your future earnings to others.

"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Pierre, how are you going to spend the weekend?" Hatfield asked with a smile.

"My friends and I have an appointment to have a ball game."

Xiang Yang would not spend his precious weekends entertaining Nike. He discussed it with Pierre Hardy and said with a smile:

"Mr. Hatfield, Hardy will take you and your team to visit Paris. By the way, the football matches here are very popular, and you would also be interested in playing PSG games."

"Does Mr. Xiang like football very much?" Hatfield asked curiously.

"Mildly interested."

Xiang Yang, who was too lazy to explain why he wanted to play football, said vaguely.

Like football?

Stop it.

After a football match, I was covered in the smelly sweat of others.
You can get injured if you're not careful.

He didn't have much interest in this sport at all, except for Little John's brother who insisted on using this sport to promote their relationship.

He won't die personally.

Xiang Yang was thinking about it. After Hatfield drank the champagne in his hand, he was also thoughtful while communicating with Pierre Hardy, and his eyes glanced at Xiang Yang from time to time.

These actions were seen by Bea Shaffer and she just took them to heart.

In my mind, I was still amazed at Xiang Yang's intention.

It turns out that Boss had calculated so far in advance. He might have been seeking breakthroughs from HYS in detailed fields long before Messi's incident.

"awesome!"

While thinking about it secretly, Bea Shaffer felt that she had learned something again.

But in fact, Xiangyang is just lazy and greedy.

Noticing Bei Shaffer's gaze, Xiang Yang grinned reluctantly.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, thinking that his assistant, who was quite busy at work, would not cause any trouble.

Fortunately, not really.

The considerate assistant not only didn't find anything for him to do, but also took the time to arrange a special car to take Xiang Yang back during the dinner.

"Well done." Before getting in the car, Xiang Yang commented from the bottom of his heart.

"This is what I should do."

Bea Shaffer proudly curled her red lips, which was very helpful.

"Remember to arrange a car to pick me up at the villa tomorrow. It doesn't have to be too early. I'm going to have a good night's rest."

"10 o'clock." Bea Shaffer's voice sounded serious, "Any later, it will be too late if there is a traffic jam."

"." Xiangyang shrugged.

It’s 10 o’clock, it’s 10 o’clock, smile and say no?

"You drive your Tesla, I think Musk will be happy to see it."

Bea Shaffer agreed with her face: "I have thought about this too, and I have sent the car to have the interior maintained for maintenance today."

"." Xiang Yang grinned, a smart woman.

What is the car used for?

Of course it's open.

Just like horses are meant to be ridden.

When someone gives you a car, they naturally hope you can drive it every day.

After maintaining the interior, are the traces of daily use still there?
Seeing it looks like a brand new car, although the person giving the gift is very touched that you care about it. But the prerequisite is that the person is careful and notices a big change in the mileage on the dashboard.

People who don't have that attentiveness will only wonder if you have driven this car.

Bea Shaffer looked at Xiang Yang blankly, what kind of conspiracy theory is this? "So Boss, what should I do?"

Xiang Yang said with a smile: "Why don't you just let him drive? You're so stupid."

Bea Shaffer didn't say a word, but her tightly clenched fingers made a muffled "ta-da" sound.

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore." Xiangyang saw that she looked unhappy and was too lazy to make any more excuses. Before getting into the car, he warned, "You should also go back and rest early."

"Oh, I got it." Bea Shaffer responded casually.

As soon as he opened the door after returning home, Fantuan and Laifu rushed over to say hello, while Xiangyang was minding his own business changing his slippers at the entrance.

On the wooden shoe rack, every pair of shoes is neatly stacked.

This is for long wear only.

In the changing room, Liu Qianqian stacked a lot of shoes.

Some were given by brands, some she bought herself, and some she brought back from shopping with friends.

In the living room, Liu Qianqian was dressed as she was yesterday, with a thin blanket draped over her pajamas.

With a sensitive nose, she walked over and smelled the smell of alcohol on Xiang Yang's body. She wrinkled slightly and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Well, I drank some, not much." Xiang Yang explained.

There are always great ministers who stand up and say that foreigners do not have the domestic wine culture.

Either way, it tastes as warm and leisurely as a pleasant drink.

Nonsense.

The wine tastes too low when you drink it?
No more brandy, whiskey, rum, beer, or champagne?

As early as before the Middle Ages, wine was still regarded as a symbol of power. Only those who were close to the king could hold a glass of wine for him.

At night, drunken people fill the streets in central Paris.

Liu Qianqian sniffed Xiang Yang's body, then pouted, looked at Xiang Yang tenderly and angrily, and whispered: "Go take a bath first, don't wake up the baby, and then go downstairs to eat."

"Hey, let's kiss him first." Xiang Yang lowered his head ruthlessly.

Liu Qianqian glanced at him with disgust and stretched out her face helplessly.

If you are taken advantage of, take advantage of it, who told him to do it today?
She has learned the song "I'm yours", and she can hum a few lines from time to time while reading at night. The melody is quite catchy, as are the lyrics.
Liu Qianqian, who was kissed, pushed towards Yang.

Don't let him get any further.

"Okay, then I'll be obedient." Seeing that she couldn't move her, Xiang Yang, who was slightly tired, kissed Liu Qianqian's other cheek again and prepared to go upstairs.

"Don't disturb the baby, you heard me." Liu Qianxi couldn't help but warn her.

"Well, don't worry."

In about half an hour, Xiangyang changed into pajamas and walked down from the second floor, with a wet bath towel hanging on his head.

no way.

When babies sleep, their hair cannot be dried in the room.

But then again, how many old men dry their hair after taking a shower?

Anyway, Xiang Yang felt that most people should be like him, just wipe it with a bath towel and be done with it.

"I went to the Chinese supermarket with my mother today. There are glutinous rice balls and dumplings, which one do you want to eat?" Liu Qianqian asked, who was accustomed to Xiangyang's sloppy appearance at home.

"Tangyuan, the glutinous rice balls are delicious." Xiang Yang's eyes lit up, "Are they the ones with black sesame seeds?"

"Yeah," Liu Qianxi nodded, "How many should you eat?"

"Six?" Xiangyang hesitated for a moment, then quickly changed his words: "Eight, maybe."

"Okay, then I'll add two more. If you can't eat them, I'll eat them."

Seeing her acting like a good wife and mother, Xiang Yang muttered in his heart, "Why is she so sweet?"

"Then you guess."

Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiang Yang teasingly.

Co-author, Is it wrong for me to be gentle and considerate to you?

After eating a simple supper, the two of them cleared the dining table. Xiangyang was responsible for washing the dishes and Liu Qianqian was responsible for supervising.

All 10 cooked glutinous rice balls went into Xiang Yang's stomach
Liu Qianqian wasn't hungry to begin with. She cooked more just because she was afraid that Xiangyang wouldn't have enough to eat.

Going to the Chinese supermarket today was also an impromptu trip.

After one or two visits, Liu Qianqian was afraid that Xiangyang would often come home late from work in the future.

Her skills were limited, and it was impossible for her to cook a table of sumptuous dishes for Xiang Yang to cook as late-night snacks like Liu Xiaoli did, and it was even more impossible for her to ask her mother to come down to cook them late at night.

As soon as I went back, I bought some frozen food.

Watching Xiang Yang skillfully washing pots and dishes, Liu Qianqian asked jokingly: "Master designer, do you think it's wronging you to let you eat frozen food?"

"What's there to feel aggrieved about?" Xiang Yang felt surprised.

It's not like letting him eat instant noodles.
In fact, a bowl of braised beef noodles is also good.

"Hehe, that's fine." Liu Qianqian smiled, took the kitchen paper for wiping her hands from the table, tore it up and handed it to Xiang Yang, asking with concern: "Did your work go well today? Do you want to work overtime on the weekend?"

"It doesn't go well either way." Xiang Yang said, "I don't get overtime pay because I don't have overtime pay. But I'm going to pick up Musk tomorrow morning. Will you go with me?"

"Okay." Liu Qianqian did not refuse.

Just in time, I can wear new clothes and go for a walk~

Hearing that she wanted to wear the new blue dress, Xiangyang said teasingly: "Why are you like a child, wearing new clothes when you get them?"

"If you don't want to wear it, why don't you leave it alone?"

"Well, that's true."

Seeing that Xiang Yang was choked by her own words, Liu Qianqian raised her chin proudly as a habit. Her long and dense hair was only tied with a rubber band at the end, hanging lazily on her chest, with an indescribable and alluring look. Sideways glance.

"Don't stare straight at it." She pointed to the trash can and asked Xiang Yang to throw the tissue in, then she held his arm and said in a slightly consultative tone:
"Husband, I have something to ask you. Are you free?"

"Of course. I'm free." Xiang Yang swallowed.

Hearing this, Liu Qianxi said with a smile: "Director Scott wants to come over this weekend, and his daughter wants to be a model."

Xiang Yangzai looked at her carefully. When he heard that this was what happened, his expectation instantly dropped to the bottom.

"I thought you wanted to ask me something."

"Hehe~"

"You shouldn't ask me this, just ask Liu Wen. She is a professional in the modeling industry."

"Ah, I forgot"

Liu Qianqian curled her lips in annoyance.

"But it's okay for Lao Lei to come. We just need a gatekeeper." As he said that, Xiang Yang hugged Liu Qianqian and said with a evil smile:
"Honey, I also have something to ask you."

"Do you have any serious questions to ask?" Liu Qianqian knew immediately that Xiang Yang was going to do something bad.

"I would like to ask you, are you afraid of causing trouble to me, so you deliberately made me a midnight snack today?" As he spoke, Xiang Yang gently held Liu Qianqian's chin and slowly lifted it.

Meeting his gaze, Liu Qianqian did not flinch, "No."

"After finishing the late-night snack, do you also need to exercise to avoid gaining weight?"

"Xiang Yang, if you want to kiss me, just kiss me."

"Hey, who said I wanted to kiss you?"

"Then forget it if you don't kiss me."

Soon, the air in the living room was suffocatingly hot.
After the passionate kiss, Xiang Yang hugged Liu Qianqian and got into an empty room. The moment they entered, the door of the room touched lightly behind them.

"You forgot to bring something"

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(End of this chapter)