Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 587 The lips of the immortal are very soft

"Little John is really, every time I think of it, he comes up again and again."

Sitting in Liu Qianqian's new car, Xiang Yang was filled with emotions.

Isn’t this the car I want to buy for my wife?
You bought it, what else should I buy?

Really are.
"Honey, drive slower, I'm scared." Xiang Yang's voice was a little trembling as he listened to the roar of the engine before setting off.

He doesn't like driving fast.

The speed is 70 mph, which is just right.

But Liu Qianqian's posture gave him the feeling that it was a bit unsatisfying until it reached 280.

“Speed ​​tickets in France are very expensive.”

Liu Qianqian raised her lips and said, "I already gave in to you on the track."

"Where did you leave me?" Xiangyang pursed his lips.

I saw a car taillight.

Is that called giving in?

"Don't worry, I won't speed."

Liu Qianqian gave Xiang Yang a smiling expression, "How about you come and experience it?"

"Forget it." Xiang Yang shook his head, not wanting to be the driver.

However, as the Ferrari 458 Italia drove out of the parking lot, he gradually felt relieved.

After catching up with the MPV sent by Hermès, Liu Qianqian deliberately slowed down and followed the car.

The luggage, Bea Shaffer and Annabelle are still on it.

Strangely enough, Liu Qianqian wearing sunglasses looks like she is driving a blood-red Ferrari under the afterglow of the brilliant flaming clouds.

Quite heroic.

Ferrari red, strictly speaking, is divided into three types.

RossoCorsa, RossoFiorano and RossoScuderia.

The reason why red has become the representative color of Ferrari is actually more because it is the racing color assigned to Ferrari by the International Automobile Federation.

Aston Martin's green, Maserati's blue, and Lamborghini's yellow have become classics.

In fact, it’s similar to Ferrari’s red color.

"Zhao Xin will not accompany us back to China this time."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The garage at home is no longer enough, and I'm going to find someone to build it." Liu Qianxi, who was driving, explained, "Mom said she doesn't agree with us buying a new house."

"Then do you want to buy it?"

Xiang Yang asked.

"I don't want to think about it yet." Liu Qianqian replied.

Before going out, she had a random idea in her mind and thought this was a good solution.

"Your investment company will always need some money, and my movie also needs some funds. I think this is quite appropriate. What do you think?"

Although she had already made up her mind, Liu Qianqian still asked in a consultative tone.

Xiang Yang couldn't help but glance at his wife, "The company doesn't need much money."

"In case you need to use it later."

Liu Qianqian smiled and denied Xiang Yang's words.

Xiang Yang smiled bitterly, it was indeed an illusion, his wife was still so arbitrary.

But then, Liu Qianqian, who was looking forward, asked softly: "Do you agree?"

"I agree, of course I agree."

"I didn't force you~"

"You might as well force me." Xiang Yang looked at Liu Qianqian, who spoke a little strangely, and said silently in his heart.

Liu Qianqian glanced sideways at Xiang Yang.

He quickly looked away.

The hand on the steering wheel suddenly dropped and one reached to the middle, smiling and saying: "Hurry up, hold my hand."

"Danger!" Xiangyang was startled, and his breathing was a little short.

"Stop holding me while you drive?"

"."

"Then if you don't touch me, don't think about me holding you in the future."

"Okay, okay, just for a while." Xiangyang reluctantly stretched out his hand. This feeling was weird.
"By the way, let me tell you something." Feeling the warmth in Xiang Yang's palm, Liu Qianqian's eyes couldn't help but light up a little.

Staring out of the car window, she said, "I threw away the broken pipa you bought."

"Ok?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment.

How can we use the word "broken" for a Pipa worth more than 10,000 pieces?

Liu Qianqian raised her eyebrows, "Why? Are you worried? Then I'll drive faster, maybe there's more in the trash can."

"Honey, why are you acting weird today?" Xiang Yang swallowed.

"If you want to blame it, blame it on your best friend. Who asked him to be angry with me?" Liu Qianqian gently squeezed Xiang Yang's palm, expressing her anger.

"He recruited you?" Xiang Yang frowned.

painful.

"He didn't just recruit me!" Liu Qianqian's tone was a little more serious, and she shared with Xiang Yang their experience on the plane.

Aside from the fact that the movie made her unhappy.

What's more important is that this guy Little John actually competed with her to play games on the iPad.

The CEO of such a big company actually cheated on him by playing backgammon.

You will regret your move at every turn.

The truth is unacceptable.

"You two are really boring." Xiang Yang muttered after hearing this.

Liu Qianqian didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said, he is such a boring person." Xiang Yang was a little nervous and quickly complained about Little John's past in a disdainful voice.

“When we first met, he took me to play chess.

I didn’t even know how the king and queen left, but after he won, he actually asked me to treat him to dinner. Can you believe that this was done by a person who has been playing chess since he was a child? "

"Chess"

Liu Qianqian thought about it, and she didn't remember much about the chess record of this thing.

However, Ron in "Harry Potter" is awesome.

In the first movie, the live-action endgame sequence was very impressive.

"Then did you invite him later?"

"Please." Xiang Yang said with a faint smile: "I treated him to French fries and fried fish from the school cafeteria, haha." Liu Qianqian also giggled.

French fries and fried fish.
"No wonder you two always like to order these when you have dinner together. It turns out to be to commemorate your deep friendship."

"No way."

"What else is fun? Tell me more."

"That's a lot."

As dusk passes, night falls.

Unconsciously, I shared interesting stories about myself and Little John when they were in school.

Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian also arrived in front of the villa.

Driving into the yard, Bea Shaffer and Annabelle were having fun with the two little guys in the house. Their luggage had already been taken out of the car and put into the house by the driver.

In order to park the car, Liu Qianqian let go of Xiang Yang's hand.

Their palms were warm.

"This feels really good." Liu Qianqian finished speaking arrogantly and pressed the R gear.

"Where are you pointing?"

Driving into the vacated parking space, Liu Qianqian pressed the electronic handbrake. After looking at Xiang Yang, she asked with a smile:
"What do you say?"

"I said."

"Don't move, let me try." Liu Qianqian's voice sounded a little ethereal and a little bold. She loosened her seat belt and leaned forward slightly.

Slowly, he gently covered Xiang Yang's mouth with his lips.

In the car, the two had shared memories.

Liu Qianqian still remembers that time in the parking lot outside the library.

Therefore, she didn't want to miss what she deserved in this car.

After a few seconds of immersion.

Liu Qianqian pulled back slightly and looked at him with another sweet smile.

"Come on again, I haven't had time to taste it yet." Xiang Yang said after thinking.

"It's a beautiful thought." Liu Qianqian pinched Xiang Yang's cheek and teased: "Mr. Xiang's special service is over today. Please be good tonight."

"I'm afraid not." Xiang Yang raised his hand, inserted it into Liu Qianqian's hair, gently pulled it forward and kissed her lips again.

Gently taste her soft and attractive lips.

It wasn't until they were out of breath that the two of them separated, their eyes facing each other, and they looked at each other quietly.

"I think I was deceived by my mother." Liu Qianqian said almost in a whisper: "What do you think?"

"I think so too."

"Then do we still want to buy a house?"

"I think so." Xiang Yang rubbed Liu Qianqian's nose with a wicked smile and said, "We can go to the apartment quietly at night."

"No."

Liu Qianqian's voice was as shy as a mosquito.

"You hate it, I'm going in." Liu Qianqian, who felt her face was a little hot, pushed Xiang Yang angrily.

Still the hard one.

Without giving Xiang Yang a chance to catch her, she pushed open the door and got out of the car and quickly walked out of the garage.

The cool breeze swept her hair away from her face.

The ears that were exposed inadvertently looked red and moving under the yellow light.

Xiang Yang watched eagerly.

I.
What do I hate?

No, wait for me.
"Mr. Han, "The Piano of Steel" premieres this weekend. Do you want to go and support it in person?"

Because this trip abroad is not a short one.

Han Sanping, who returned to China, had to work overtime to deal with the accumulated affairs.

The vice president responsible for approving imported film resources did not move. Instead, he signed his name on the letter of intent to introduce the film.

Film review matters are not his responsibility.

But if he doesn't sign, it's hard to say whether the movie will pass the review.

"Go, of course." After hearing Zhang Qian's inquiry, Han Sanping put down his pen, picked up his tea cup, took a sip, and said cheerfully:
"Of course we should support domestic films."

Every year, domestic films account for no less than 55% of the entire Chinese film market.

This is the responsibility of Huaying.

It's also his duty.

"The Piano" sparked discussions in Toronto and received mostly positive reviews. Next, it will compete for domestic Oscar selections and the Tokyo Film Festival.

Even if you don’t blame Hermès Film Investment Company, in a big way.

He also needs to support me.

But to be honest, there is "Inception" outside, "Hawthorn Tree Love" inside, and "Di Renjie", "Sword Rain", and "Fist of Heroes: Chen Zhen" that will be released one after another.

He doesn't have much expectations for the box office performance of "The Piano".

It's an art film.

There are only a small number of viewers who can come to the cinema.

It should also be put together with Zhang Mouzi's movies.

If he hadn't known that Hermès Film Investment Company was not short of money, he would have really wanted to give him some advice.

"Mr. Han, I heard from people below that Director Zhang is going to bring all the actors from "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" to support "The Piano"."

Zhang Qian said tactfully.

"Oh, right." Han Sanping couldn't help but shake his head, "I didn't expect that Lao Zhang is quite good at it."

I wanted to say the word "flattering".

But I feel that saying this will inevitably lead to ambiguity.

Han Sanping changed his tone and used the four words "return a favor in return".

"Director Zhang still has an overall view."

Zhang Qian also took advantage of the situation and helped the leader to answer the question and skipped it.

Han Sanping nodded.

This can indeed be said.

Among the art films that Chinese-language films can put on the table, it really depends on Zhang Mouzi. Although the others can win awards overseas, they cannot be released in China.

After all, on the table, it is still inferior.

Han Sanping thought about it for a moment. He also missed the premiere of "Hawthorn Tree Love" because of the film festival, and then said:
"You help me make an appointment with him, and I will go with him then."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

"By the way, don't leave in a hurry. By the way, ask Hermès Film Company if they will send anyone. If so"

(End of this chapter)