Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 564 Compared to Xiangyang, Xiao Liu is more favored by Lafayette
In the lobby on the departure floor of Charles de Gaulle Airport, Han Sanping and his assistant were sitting in the cafe and waiting patiently.

Annabelle escorts.

While they were sipping coffee, a couple wearing sunglasses came over holding hands.

Behind him was a blond and blue-eyed white assistant.

As soon as he saw Xiang Yang coming, Han Sanping stood up from his chair early and greeted him.

"Towards"

"Mr. Han, we haven't seen you for a few days." Before he could say anything, Xiang Yang smiled and let go of Liu Qianqian's fingers and stretched out his hand.

The two hands held each other naturally.

Zhang Qian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although he was unhappy, this unruly young man gave his superiors face in front of the foreigners around him.

Really are.
Looking at the natural smile on Xiang Yang's face, Zhang Qian felt complicated and confused.

This is such a smiling tiger~
I don't know what Liu Qianqian likes about him.

While thinking, he focused his attention on the beautiful figure in front of him, wearing an elegant floral skirt and a straw hat on his head.

It's both lazy and cozy.

If it weren't for the dark sunglasses on his face that widened the distance between people, he would be like a fairy descending from the earth.
"Mr. Han, let's go in first. It's not very convenient to talk here." After Liu Qianqian greeted Han Sanping, Xiang Yang suggested with a smile.

"Good good."

Han Sanping said three times in a row, "It's up to you."

"That couldn't be better." Xiang Yang looked at Han Sanping with a smile.

Han Sanping was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.

I accidentally fell into the hole this kid dug for himself again.

Xiang Yang showed a satisfied smile.

Knowing that Xiang Yang had something to communicate with Han Sanping first, Liu Qianqian smiled generously and took a step back to give up her position.

The eyes under the sunglasses glanced at Xiang Yang.

In front of outsiders, I give you a lot of face.

There is a connection between the hearts.

Xiang Yang looked at Liu Qianqian's face and pursed his lips.

Han Sanping was in a good mood and his eyes lit up, feeling happy for this.

Sure enough, his previous judgment was correct.

Among the colleagues, Han Sanping, who was at the forefront of the team, asked: "That old Buddha, don't we have to wait for him to come?"

"He has already entered." Xiang Yang explained with a smile on his face.

Wherever this old man goes, the noise is ridiculous.

Fortunately, he is self-aware and doesn't care much about such vulgar things as being able to create some excitement at the airport.

"Wait."

"Don't worry, Mr. Han. Although he has a weird personality, he is actually very easy to get in touch with." Xiang Yang gave an attitude of "I have everything under control" and indicated that he would just wait until normal contact with Han Sanping.

It's not that he's too generous.

But no matter how good Karl Lagerfeld is, he will not have much substantive contact with the Chinese film industry.

Although the purpose of hiring a Chinese actress to be a spokesperson has the same purpose as directly investing in a movie.

But in essence, the difference is still very big.

When other brands are still filming brand founders and brand stories such as "Dior and Me", "Valentino: The Last King", and "The Life of Yves Saint Laurent".

Hermès does not stick to such directional films.

For movies like "Fashion Pioneer Chanel" and "Chanel's Secret Love Story", you can tell what the purpose of Galeries Lafayette and Chanel is as soon as you look at the names.

Coincidentally, this is also the reason why Hermès Film Investment Company can get out of the industry.

Therefore, Xiangyang felt that Han Sanping did not need to take it too seriously about traveling with Karl Lagerfeld, a top celebrity in the fashion industry.

Besides, Han Sanping is not a star.

If he were, Xiang Yang would just tell him bluntly: "Celebrities who want to curry favor with Karl Lagerfeld have to queue up, please go and get a number first.

Don't worry, I'll jump in line for you. "

Hearing Xiang Yang's conclusive tone, Han Sanping felt relieved, and his mind focused on another important matter.

Hua Yi's matter wasn't over yet, and he didn't want to have any misunderstandings with Xiang Yang at this juncture.

First he sighed and expressed his helplessness, then looked at Xiang Yang and said:

"There's something I've been thinking about for a while, and I want to talk to you first."

"Mr. Han, please tell me."

Xiang Yang pretended to smile.

"I am also entrusted by others." Han Sanping complained about his sufferings first, and then said: "This Venice Film Festival, there are quite a lot of directors and actors from Hong Kong, and they also want to prepare a preview for the movie in advance. Promote publicity and strive for good results.”

"Oh?" Xiang Yang's eyes were a bit playful, but he quickly put them back.

He joked in a joking tone: "Mr. Han, you don't want me to cheer them up."

"That's not the case, that's not the case." Han Sanping was shocked.

Don't tell me whether he dares to say this.

I don’t even dare to think about it.

"Actually, I still like some actors in Hong Kong."

Xiang Yang said it casually. Regardless of whether Han Sanping believed it or not, he believed it anyway.

"There are a lot of people who don't like it." Han Sanping made up the second half of Xiang Yang's unspoken sentence in his mind.

Seeing that he heard what he meant, Xiang Yang showed a relaxed smile.

"Mr. Han, let's go, don't keep Karl waiting too long."

When we arrived at the special passage, a staff member was already ready to greet us.

After handing in their passports, within a few minutes, several people started to go through the security check process under his leadership.

During this period, Annabelle asked curiously in a low voice.

Why didn't I see the baby?
Bea Shaffer smiled and said nothing about her doubts.

Standing in the queue, Zhang Qian, who was enjoying such treatment for the first time, was still a little nervous. He subconsciously stood at the end of the queue and carefully observed the actions of others. But seeing that everyone was coping with it easily, he became even more embarrassed.

“How do you pretend you’ve flown on a private jet?”

"Besides special access, are there any other preferential treatment?"

He wanted to take out his cell phone and ask questions on his scarf, but he was hesitating. Liu Qianqian, who was in the front, turned back and smiled at him.

Seeing that his expression was a little unnatural, Liu Qianqian said with a smile:
"Assistant Zhang, we will go directly to the terminal later. If you have anything to buy, you can tell the flight attendants and they will prepare it for you at the airport over there."

Zhang Qian said "Ah" in surprise, and nodded slowly after coming back to his senses.

Although he has nothing to buy.

But still.
Very grateful.

Finally someone spoke to him.

Looking at the actress Liu Qianqian, Zhang Qian thanked her in a low voice: "Thank you, Mrs. Xiang."

"Assistant Zhang, just call me by my name." Liu Qianqian, who took off her sunglasses, looked at him with a smile in her eyes and said with a smile.

Zhang Qian nodded gently.

The tension that lingered in my heart dissipated unconsciously.

"Sister Qianqian, let me help Assistant Zhang." Zhao Xin noticed this and said with a smile.

"okay."

On the table in front of Karl Lagerfeld, who had been sitting in the plane waiting for Xiangyang, was a set of exquisite tea sets.

There was still steam rising from the teacup.

The plate next to him contained nothing but his favorite chocolate.

Hearing the assistant at the door welcoming Xiang Yang and others, he took a sip from the tea cup and said to Xiang Yang who walked in:
"Xiang, you're late."

"There is still some time before departure." Xiangyang spread his hands, and when Han Sanping also walked in, he introduced with a smile:

"Karl, let me introduce you to a friend, Mr. Han, the chairman of China Film. If Chanel needs any help in Chinese-language films in the future, you can contact him."

Karl Lagerfeld, wearing sunglasses, frowned.

While standing up from the chair and shaking hands with Han Sanping, he expressed his dissatisfaction with Xiang Yang's arrangement:
"You have guests, you should have told me in advance."

"I'm very familiar with Mr. Han." Xiang Yang, who deliberately didn't say hello, pretended to smile bitterly. If he told you, would he still be able to see you?

If you want to scold me today, it depends on whether I give you the chance.

Of course Karl Lagerfeld knew what Xiang Yang was planning, and he thought that when he first saw it, he really underestimated the shrewdness of this little guy.

"Mr. Carl, it's a great honor to meet you." Han Sanping greeted with a smile.

"Mr. Han, please take a seat." Karl Lagerfeld nodded and invited.

There was a stubborn air in his words, and at first glance one might have thought they were discussing matters on his private jet.

"Mr. Lagerfeld." Liu Qianqian walked in and saw that the atmosphere was a bit tense, so she pursed her lips in greeting.

"Liu, sit next to me."

Karl Lagerfeld glanced at Xiang Yang deliberately, and asked Liu Qianqian to come over with a smile, "And you, little bee."

"You don't mind the crowd," Xiang Yang curled his lips.

"Okay." Liu Qianqian almost couldn't hold back her laughter. After holding it back, she smiled and said, "I brought you a gift."

"Oh? Really?" Karl Lagerfeld's voice expressed that he was very satisfied with Liu Qianqian's politeness, "I also prepared a gift for you."

Upon hearing this, his assistant immediately took over the bag that was placed aside.

No need to look, it must be filled with chocolate.

"My gift is for Choupette." After Liu Qianqian took the gift, she looked around for the cat.

"It's inside." Karl Lagerfeld was even happier when he heard that it was a gift for his beloved cat.

He was about to put on airs and moved away from his seat. With a smile, he took Liu Qianqian and Bea Shaffer to the rest area of ​​the private jet.

A blue-eyed Berman, who was lying on the bed, saw them pushing the door open and coming in. He stopped cleaning his hair without seeing anyone else, and looked at them with his blue pupils open.

"So cute~"

Liu Qianqian blurted out her praise.

"You like it?" Karl Lagerfeld asked.

Liu Qianqian, whose eyes were shining, said "hmm" and nodded, but refused to move forward and touch it.

"You can touch it."

"No, no," Liu Qianqian waved her hands and said regretfully, "I just played with my stuff before I went out."

Karl Lagerfeld smiled again inadvertently.

Anyone who owns a cat knows that cat smell can easily stick to your body.

No matter how good-natured a cat is, it will be disgusted when it smells it for the first time when it comes from an unfamiliar person of the same kind.

Especially at
"Meow~" the well-behaved Choupette called out and walked over with light steps from the soft mattress.

When it came to the corner of the bed, it leaned its head forward slightly.

He looked like he wanted to be rubbed against.

After the small nose moved, there was another quiet "meow~".

It leaned forward and rubbed its little head on the back of Liu Qianqian's hand.

If you smell me, you are mine~
"It seems that Choupette doesn't mind." Bill Lagerfeld said with a smile.

"Hehe," Liu Qianqian was also very happy and leaned over with a smile, "Huahua~ Why are you so sensible~"

"Meow~"

"Next time you have a chance, you can take your cat to play with it."

"Okay~ Really?" Liu Qianqian's voice sounded a little excited as she skillfully scratched the cat's chin.

Outside the door of the rest area, Han Sanping, who was pulled by Xiang Yang to sit at the table, was a little stunned.

He looked at Xiang Yang in disbelief.

"Didn't you say that this person is more difficult to deal with?"

After ordering a cup of coffee, Xiang Yang directly picked his favorite chocolate from the plate and held it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

After confirming that it was the one that Lafayette had given him before, he tore open the package and threw it directly into his mouth, saying vaguely:
"When did I say that?"

(End of this chapter)