Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 512 Shen Lingye and Shen Lingye

"Maria, you are the best teacher in the fashion design department in the college. Would you like to give some pointers to my students? You know, I have always lacked talent in men's clothing."

The woman named Maria is an old lady with all white hair. When von Neumann introduced her just now, she said that she is a senior professor in the design department.

Maria nodded happily when she heard what Feng Nuoman said, "Of course, Xiaonuan, Feng said in the email that he accepted a Chinese girl who is good at cooking as a student, and you can go directly to my house for classes in the future. In exchange, you can teach me how to cook Chinese food!"

Jiang Xiaonuan pricked up her ears, probably understood what the old lady Maria meant, and hurriedly nodded, "Okay! But——I live in Paris with Teacher Feng."

Maria smiled at her: "Paris and Milan are not far away. My son lives in France, and I go there every month. In addition, our lectures can be conducted through video."

He was so enthusiastic, Jiang Xiaonuan naturally couldn't say anything more, she nodded and said thank you softly.

In any industry and field, it is even more difficult for a rookie to get advice from an expert.

It is human nature to be proud of one's ability, and those with strong abilities are not willing to spend time teaching basic lessons to rookies; even if they are willing, there are so many rookies in this world, and they can't finish teaching them, so they don't bother to teach.

Jiang Xiaonuan climbed from the grass roots, and she knew that the reason why she was able to get the enthusiasm of this Maria tonight was because she was the only student around von Nuoman—after all, they would be with I talked and laughed, all to save von Nuoman.

To put it a little deeper, it's all thanks to Shen Lingye.

Even though Feng Nuoman denied that it was because of Shen Lingye that she was accepted as a student, one thing is for sure - if Shen Lingye hadn't come out to mediate, Jiang Xiaonuan would never have become Shen Lingye's student.

From spending a lot of money to make her work appear in the global fashion design festival CDP, to making her a student of von Neumann.

Jiang Xiaonuan knew very well that all this was because of Shen Lingye.

It was Shen Lingye who made her one step closer to her dream, and it was Shen Lingye who made these design elites willing to sit down and chat with her like this.

Jiang Xiaonuan suddenly discovered that the seemingly domineering and unreasonable man had never forgotten her dream—he was silently helping her little by little.

Shen Lingye.

Shen Lingye.

Shen Lingye.

Gradually, the birdsong around him became the background, Jiang Xiaonuan started another day's routine homework, and fell into longing for that man again.

She is lonely and helpless, hesitant and struggling.

Every cell in her body longed for him, but the reality was always so cruel, and her rationality grabbed her by the feet and told her not to do so.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Xiaonuan followed von Norman and left the European School of Design with a bunch of email addresses and other contact information of designers, stylists and other fashion elites.

"After the end of Milan Fashion Week this time, I will make a detailed study plan for you, and you must officially start studying." Von Norman said in the taxi back to the hotel.

Jiang Xiaonuan struggled to get out of the man's thoughts, and quickly moved his brain cells to organize his words.

(End of this chapter)