Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 516 Teacher Liu asked the tailor.
How could Xiang Yang not know that Annabelle's life was not easy after he left.

But then again, his life has been easier?

After getting in the car, he put the cake bag on the passenger side. As soon as he fastened his seat belt, he remembered that Liu Qianqian and Zhao Xin had gone out today.

Normally, if she went to school, she would never let Zhao Xin follow her.

After all, there are two babies at home, and it would not be appropriate to leave them to Liu Xiaoli alone to take care of them.

So, there must be something going on when we go out together.

While mentally calculating where his wife would go and whether she would arrive home, Xiangyang hesitated and took out the phone. After a few beeps, a crisp "Brother Yang~" came from the phone.

"Zhao Xin, what are you doing?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Let your sister-in-law answer the phone."

"My sister Qianqian?" Zhao Xin didn't respond to the word 'sister-in-law'.

From the day they met, she has always been on Liu Qianqian's side and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's a coincidence that Sister Qianqian is getting her hair done?"

"What do you say?"

Xiang Yang was surprised, and the thought instantly came to his mind, "If you want to live a decent life, you have to have it on your head."

Before he could say "bah bah bah", Zhao Xin said in surprise:
"Sister Sissi is taking care of her hair. What's wrong?"

"Where is it maintained?"

"at."

"Send me a text message and I'll go find you."

Listening to the busy voice on the phone, Zhao Xin scratched his hair strangely.

The Xiang Yang she knew didn't have such a strong desire to control that even Liu Qianqian would make a fuss when she had her hair done.

Well.
Could it be that it was a misunderstanding that Liu Qianqian wanted to sharpen her ambition?

How can this be?

Unable to hold back her laughter, she began to edit the address text message. Liu Qianxi, who had just washed her hair and was about to start trimming her hair, came over wearing a headscarf.

"What? Who called?"

"Hey, Brother Yang is here."

"Humph!"

Liu Qianqian sneered and followed the barber to the mirror.

On the other side, seeing that the address and store name were not too far away from him, Xiangyang shook his head and started the car.

Why does it feel so strange?

It's like he needs to make an appointment to find his wife.

But complaints are complaints. While driving, Xiangyang quickly realized how much his wife valued this trip to Toronto.

Speaking of the reason why Liu Qianqian attaches so much importance to her, it actually has a lot to do with Xiang Yang.

The Toronto Film Festival has always been one of the forerunners of the Oscars.

Of course, the New York Film Festival and the Golden Globe Awards are also part of this.

The relationship between Xiangyang and Oscar
"Black Swan" is going to Austria
In less than half an hour, Xiangyang arrived in the black Maserati.

As soon as I walked in with the cake bag, all the staff of this reservation-only barber shop stopped and paid attention.

Makeup is also part of fashion.

Being able to be responsible for makeup design for a big-name show is a huge leap for every makeup artist's career.

Don’t underestimate the importance of makeup artists in shows.

The soft light lines should not steal the limelight of fashion, but also enhance the texture of the skin, making the skin on the model's face seem to have a natural luster.

The most difficult thing is that every model's makeup must withstand scrutiny from different angles while walking through the show.

This cannot be achieved with the so-called semi-permanent installation.

And how could these people in the fashion field not know about Xiangyang?
"Hello, Mr. Xiang. Can you sign your name for us?" The person in charge of the reception quietly brought "Time Magazine" from the magazine rack.
This has happened before.

Xiangyang would most likely ignore it, since he was not a star.

But now that everyone was talking about it, Xiangyang took the pen with a smile and said to the magazine, "I'll give it back to you in a moment."

"OK, thanks."

Zhao Xin looked at what was happening in front of him with a smile, and then pointed slightly in the direction of Liu Qianqian with his fingertips.

After thanking Zhao Xin with his eyes, Xiang Yang quickly walked over to Liu Qianqian, who was resting with his eyes closed, holding a magazine and pen in one hand and a cake in the other.

After giving the hairstylist a look and asking him to come over, he asked for instructions in a coquettish manner:

"Teacher Liu Qianqian, your afternoon tea cakes have arrived, can you sign them for me?"

Liu Qianqian, who had known he was coming for a long time, opened one eye and looked at Xiang Yang winking in the mirror, and said softly:
"What, are you not busy at work today?"

not busy?

I can't say I'm not busy even if I'm extremely busy.

Only straight men can be stupid.

"I'm busy. I've been having meetings since I arrived in the morning, and they're still discussing it now."

When she heard that Xiang Yang was busy and showed up here, Liu Qianqian was not as happy as a little girl. Instead, she opened her eyes and stared at Xiang Yang with a frown and said:

"Then why are you here if you don't have a good meeting?"

"I'm here to stay with my wife." Xiang Yang emphasized and said, "I was afraid that you would be too busy to eat and get hungry, so I brought you some food on the way here."

Liu Qianqian blinked.

"Don't talk about it yet, you sign your name first, and I'll bring you something to eat to see if it suits your taste." After saying that, Xiangyang put the magazine and pen on Liu Qianqian's lap, and put the ones Annabelle bought in the bag. When eating, Liu Qianqian's favorite puffs, chocolates and biscuits were taken out one by one.

Liu Qianqian, who has been controlling her weight recently, swallowed when she saw her favorite food. While she was annoyed that she was too coaxing, she also sighed in her heart: "I let this guy succeed again."

She wanted to eat, but she didn't want to let Xiang Yang off easily. She shifted her gaze, picked up the magazine and said, "Why should I sign this? I'm not on it."

"How can I say I don't have you?" Xiang Yang first took the puff box, opened it, took one out and handed it to Liu Qianqian's mouth, smiling: "You are me, I am you. We are a couple who are deeply in love. "The heart is connected"

"Go, go, don't be poor."

Liu Qianqian interrupted Xiang Yang's remarks in disgust.

If she was tired of this kind of thing in her heart, she would have
"Hey, can't you change your words? It's like coaxing a little girl every time." She subconsciously pouted the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows to look at Xiang Yang in a strange way.

"Ah, open your mouth."

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"Ah, one more."

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"My wife is so good, do you want another one?" "." Liu Qianqian, who had bulging cheeks, rolled her eyes at Xiang Yang, but this did not prevent her from opening her mouth.

The meaning is obvious, I can eat as many of these little puffs as you stuff into me.

Taking advantage of his wife's good mood, Xiangyang quickly seized the opportunity to express that it was not that he couldn't afford a candlelight dinner, but that puffs were more cost-effective.

On the side, Zhao Xin looked at everything in front of him with a troubled face.

Is this the time to complain about the two of them being annoying regardless of the situation?

I should still remind Liu Qianqian to eat less.
By the way, why don’t I have this?
But the boring atmosphere didn't last long, and Xiang Yang's side quickly overturned when she hesitated.

"Hey, swallow it and eat another one. Look at the cream on the corner of your mouth, and no one is trying to grab it from you."

"Then why don't you feed me and eat more slowly?"

"I see you opened your mouth."

"What if I open my mouth?"

"Then if you don't want it, just signal to me."

"Oh, it turns out you don't have a connection with me."

"Here, my wife, I'll wipe it for you."

"No, I'll do it myself," Liu Qianqian said arrogantly as she pushed away Xiang Yang's extended hand, "I don't want you to blame me again."

"Look at what my wife said," Xiang Yang smiled coquettishly, "Honey, your fierce look is quite cute. How about I give Teacher Liu a big wave perm, I'll make sure you're even more charming."

"Go ahead and stay out of the way. I'm warning you Xiangyang, don't bother with my hair."

"You have to trust your husband's vision."

"Security, kick this guy out."

Normally, hair care takes about 1-3 hours, but this time it was extra slow for some reason.

By the time Xiang Yang finished settling the bill with a smile, it was already dark.

Looking at the "annoying guy" in front of her, Liu Qianqian had a strange thought in her mind. Fortunately, this guy didn't go to Toronto with her.

Otherwise, I will definitely be annoyed to death by him.

"Let's go, wife, please drive me home." Xiang Yang, carrying several Van Cleef & Arpels bags, came over.

Zhao Xin had already asked him to drive back in his car.

Liu Qianqian walked to her car at a leisurely pace. When she came to the car, she saw Xiang Yang standing blankly at the front of the car, waiting for her to open the front compartment of the Ferrari. She said speechlessly:
"Get in the car, don't break anything in here."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Xiangyang quickly walked a few steps and came to the passenger seat.

Sitting in, he asked with a smile: "What is it, so precious?"

Liu Qianqian snorted coldly: "You will know if you open it and see for yourself. There is something inside that I was asked to pass on to you."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Xiang Yang responded casually.

It's not that he looks down on Van Cleef & Arpels, the things inside must be valuable, otherwise they wouldn't have been locked up for safekeeping in the private barber shop just now.

But no matter how precious something is, how valuable can it be to Xiangyang?
Besides, this kind of sponsored jewelry cannot be top-notch.

Jewelry worth tens of millions of dollars would interfere with the public security conditions in Paris, and the brand would not trust Liu Qianqian to carry it around with her.

"What, you're not interested in opening it and taking a look?" Liu Qianqian put on her seat belt and looked at Xiang Yang who put the bag at her feet.

"Just looking at you is enough."

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows playfully, "No matter how dazzling the jewelry is, it's not as good as one ten thousandth of yours in my eyes."

"I was fascinated by it."

Liu Qianqian nodded to Xiang Yang.

Xiangyang's face was calm, but he thought aggrievedly: In front of his wife, could he not be as charming as jewelry?

Looking down at the bag at his feet, he couldn't help but wonder what good things Van Cleef & Arpels had given his wife.

I haven’t heard of any new products in their jewelry series.

In doubt, he leaned down and picked up the bag. Not to mention, the package was heavy and heavy, and quite bulky.

The moment he untied the ribbon, he glanced inside, frowned and asked in surprise: "They gave you a watch?"

"It's not for me, it's for you."

"Why did you give me a watch? Didn't you buy me one last year?"

Before the words were spoken, Xiang Yang kept silent.

When he saw the texture printed on the box, he already recognized it as the "Lover's Bridge".

Well.
No wonder I gave you two yuan.

Co-author, when they originally asked Liu Qianqian to be the spokesperson, they had already included themselves in it.

Seeing that he was silent, Liu Qianqian bit her lower lip and said, "If you don't want to wear it, that's okay. I'll just return it to them after attending the event."

"Go back?" Xiang Yang was stunned.

"Then why are you keeping it at home if you don't want to wear it? I don't want to take advantage of this." Liu Qianqian, who was still looking forward to Xiangyang wearing a matching watch with her, her little expectation was extinguished.

Even if we can’t attend the Toronto Film Festival together in the end.

But in different time zones, the two people can approach each other like the lovers they seem to be.

This was the little romance she wanted.

unfortunately
"That's it"

Seeing her lowering her eyes, Xiang Yang could certainly guess what she was thinking.

He deliberately cleared his throat and prolonged his voice. The moment Liu Qianqian lowered her head, he stuffed the bag over and joked:

"How come you, a shopping guide, don't know how to sell, and you don't know whether to put it on your husband first to see if it fits properly."

"What did you say?"

Liu Qianqian raised her head in surprise.

"I said I was wearing it."

"Okay, Xiangyang, you just called me teacher and I didn't bother to talk to you. Now you dare to call me shopping guide? Are you, a little tailor, getting more and more courageous?"

As she spoke, the angry Liu Qianqian pushed the bag aside and swung her raised fist towards Xiang Yang's shoulder.

"No, my dear, please listen to my explanation."

(End of this chapter)