"Money, I have."

Turning his head to look at the man who had folded his two long legs on the edge of the table, Qiao Shanquan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Look at his nose facing the sky, well, she knows that after solving the problem of the manor, someone has a faint net worth, and he can pretend to be a cool and handsome rich and handsome, and spend a lot of money......

But this appearance will make her hands itch, and it looks very bad, swollen and broken?

"Funding...... Okay, let's take this big problem as solved," relieved, Qiao Shanquan pinched the list and continued to go down, "Then here are the models...... Oh, but now that rehearsal is only a day, where can I find enough models! ”

After saying that, she was already crazy.

Ferry lowered his head and played with his phone, which was newly bought, exactly the same model as hers, and he raised his head to give her a confident look: "Have you forgotten what I do?" ”

Qiao Shanquan turned her face away in silence.

…… always forgets that in addition to being a farmer and a manor owner, he also has the identity of a supermodel.

After ticking off the items to be done one by one, after going through the list, Qiao Shanquan suddenly became cheerful: "It's really strange, I thought it was impossible to solve these problems before, why did you ...... all of them after you appeared?"

Reaching out and flicking her eyebrows, Ferrie smiled gently: "Because I will do whatever it takes to achieve your dreams." ”

After staring at him movingly for a few seconds, Qiao Shanquan regained her expressionless face, lowered her head and hid the smile on the corner of her lips: "Oh." It occurred to me that I would encounter this kind of problem, and it was clearly your trouble. ”

Ferry: "??? ”

"I mean...... Okay, okay, I was hiding part of the truth from you before. Scratching her chin with the cap of the pen, Qiao Shanquan decided to be more honest, "Bearded, someone will make a deal with me with favorable conditions such as holding a press conference for me, investing in brand listing, etc." ”

"What deal?" Ferry was alert.

"Let me divorce you." Gritting her teeth at him, Qiao Shanquan raised her chin and didn't look at him squarely.

The sensitive words poked at Ferry Death's hole, and he jumped up and grabbed her: "Qiaoqi, make it clear!" Who? Who told you to divorce me? Tell me! ”

The expression became subtle, Qiao Shanquan was a little afraid to look at him, her voice was very soft, and she told him quickly: "...... Borromeo Group sent someone to take the initiative to help me with various affairs...... Then my mother, your future stepmother, came to me and asked me to divorce you. As compensation, the Group will fully support my business......"

She couldn't say the rest of the words, and the man in front of her was clearly on the verge of rage.

Fei Li's eyes were stained with blood, his eyes were cracked, and he said with hatred: "I know that that man is not at ease at all, and he will definitely do whatever it takes to achieve his goal!" At that time, in order to consolidate his position in the family, he ruthlessly abandoned his mother and me to maintain the dignity of his Borromeo surname...... If it weren't for the fact that he had been married twice and had no son, how could he have remembered me? Now he's hitting me again, trying to break up my family. Who does he think he is? Does he think that I, like him, only see money and power? ”

Startled by his fierce appearance, Qiao Shan's hair stood on end, afraid that he would do irreparable things impulsively, so he hurriedly hugged his waist and comforted his back again and again.

The gentle touch from the butterfly bone to the waistline, slowly swimming, her warm and firm embrace, silently dispelled the haze in the man's heart.

"Bearded, calm down, okay? I'm here, I'm not going anywhere...... It's your life, and you should be your own master. As long as we decide to be together, no one else has the right to interfere. ”

Yes.

She was right.

A little bit of sunlight illuminated Ferry's eyes, which were already rich and almost inky.

Both he and she have inextricable blood relatives who once gave up their children and now try to manipulate their children's lives.

Whether it is resentment or sorrow, blood is the most violent relationship.

You can't choose your background, you can only choose who you will be with until you grow old.

With similar troubles, they are now hugging each other tightly in the sun, like drowning people desperately clinging to driftwood.

Tightening his arms a little, Ferry was so strong that he almost suffocated Qiao Shanquan.

She felt a slight ache, perhaps from the tiredness and relief that rose from the bottom of her heart, or the throbbing of trembling in her chest. Through the depths of her soul, it brings a soft taste that makes her sad.

Closing his eyes safely, pillowed his neck socket, and breathing in the clean manly breath of his body, a word flashed through Qiao Shanquan's mind.

Everlasting.

……

Sunrise and sunset.

The night is gone, the stars are hidden, and the morning light is bustling.

Paris has ushered in a new day, and the most watched Paris Haute Couture Week of the year has also kicked off.

The streets are full of fashionable girls with elaborate makeup, as well as photographers with cameras on their shoulders. Models flock to the shows.

An extended Lincoln was parked outside a quaint and elegant building, bodyguards stood on either side of the building with expressionless faces, assistants bent down and pulled the car door, and Hawke Borromeo walked up the steps with his new fiancée, and the reporters gathered around the door pointed their cameras at them.

Qiao's mother smiled reservedly, full of the appearance of an upper-class socialite, she grabbed the arm of the man next to her, and enjoyed the vanity of being chased by the spotlight.

Walking up the steps along the red carpet, where the camera couldn't shine, Qiao's mother lowered her eyes, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

"My dear...... Are you sure we're going in? She gently grabbed Mr. Hawke and hesitated.

Hawke raised an eyebrow: "Receiving an invitation from Ferry's wife, we have no reason to be absent. Or ......" the man glanced at his fiancée meaningfully, "do you know something I don't know?" ”

With a pang in her heart, Qiao's mother's smile became reluctant.

"Of course not, I just don't think this fashion show is a well-known designer and brand ......"

Hawke patted the back of her hand and said earnestly: "We are a family, as long as we are part of the Borromeo family, we should all be respected and supported as we deserve." That's why when you asked me, I nodded. I hope you will keep this in mind, and in the future I will leave everything in the hands of Ferry, and the more successful his wife is, the better it will be for the family. ”

With that, Mr. Hawke walked inside, and the bodyguard nodded to the staff and opened the way in front.

The pale Qiao Mu lowered her head, looking like a weak little white flower.

Her fingers almost pinched the palms of her hands, and Qiao's mother was flustered, and she didn't have time to look at the surrounding layout and the guests seated. I didn't expect Hawke to think like this, he actually easily agreed with the relationship between his son and daughter-in-law. And they are closely linked to the rise and fall of the family...... But she knew that because she intervened, this clothing show was doomed to fail!

What would happen if Hawke Borromeo was humiliated in full view...... Mother Qiao didn't dare to think much about it at all, and sat beside Hawke restlessly, completely losing the mind to greet and communicate with the people who came forward.

Mr. Hawke smiled gracefully and sat upright in the front row with the best view, and beside him were Qiao Shanquan's teachers, Master George, and Master Graffy chatting happily with him. Anna, the editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine, had a straight face, exuding an icy aura that people did not dare to approach. The editor-in-chief of People magazine and the CEO of the group took a relaxed posture and turned their heads to laugh at the familiar media, celebrities and celebrities.

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere in the front venue, the backstage is full of chaos.

However, with Garcia in charge, even if there are thousands of chores to deal with, it is an orderly picture in chaos.

Qiao Shanquan stepped on high heels and walked backstage, and all the models consciously got out of the way, forced by the fierce momentum around her, and for a while, everyone's movements and voices fell.

Squatting down to sort out the delicate hem of the first set of models' trousers, Qiao Shanquan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and her eyes fell straight into the model's clear and bright eyes.

In the silence of the models, Qiao Shanquan slowly bloomed a soft smile.

"It's enough to take it easy and take your best steps. Come on! ”

Say a word of cheer, say it to them, and say it to yourself.

Looking back on the dazzling array of clothes and accessories in the locker room, Qiao Shanquan's heart floated with a melancholy that seemed to be a world away.

Every line, every set of outlines, even a tiny pattern on the edge of the hook, is all from her.

From a point, to a line, to a design draft, and finally into a set of ready-to-wear, which contains countless efforts and hard work.

She can't remember how many hours she spent drawing on the design, or how many accessories she had made her own. Those days and nights, those days and nights, all circulated in front of her eyes, and after the picture of the marquee, there was always a pair of beautifully shaped, deep and charming brown eyes, giving her the most solid support and encouragement.

Busy now, personally checking the details of each model's outfit, from the hairstyle to the eye makeup to the gold thread wrapped around her arms, Qiao Shanquan's perfectionism is taken to the extreme, and there is no room for modification.

She told herself that she had done the best she could, and that the rest was left to the models, to the discerning fashionistas – and that she had to be confident in her designs!

The lights are dim.

The director, with a headset, gestured to Garcia.

"Gogogo, it's time! You're the first! Garcia urged the tall models forward.

Tense, Qiao Shanquan's brain was blank, her eardrums were buzzing, she stiffly walked to the entrance and exit to the stretching table, closed her eyes, lowered her head and put her hands together, put them to her lips, and murmured silently.

The mysterious drums intertwine with the rousing electric guitar, and after the changing lights, a tall and slender figure appears at the end of the runway.

Every step he took was on the most subtle point of the drum beat and melody, with a certain magical rhythm, stepping on the tip of the hearts of everyone in the room, stirring up a shudder that made people's bodies tingle.

The people held their breath, their eyes burning after the figure, trying to see him for what he was.

The more urgent, the more elusive.

The visitor mastered the rhythm so well that he happened to march in a staggered shadow, exposing only one of his outfits to the light—the intricate vines that had taken thousands of hours of meticulous hand-stitching intertwine to create a thrilling beauty, covered in a hazy mist, turning the sharp fluency into hibernation.

Movement and stillness, opulence and simplicity, retro and modern.

As the model approached, people were amazed by the designer's bold and sharp design style - the cinched waistline and relaxed shoulder silhouette better set off the inverted triangle figure of the man, and on top of the extremely simple and neat cut, soft changes were added, and the clever splicing of fabrics used to increase the sense of layering by using the visual gap.

It is no longer a common style routine that is obvious at a glance, adding mystery and elegance while not losing the toughness of the man himself.

The smooth, silky fabric cascaded along the model's muscular, slender legs, and someone whispered admiration as she went.

It turns out that in every firm step, the flying hem of the pants reveals the perfect details of the designer's pursuit of refinement, and the light gold hook is looming and meandering, and the gold thread that winds around the model's right arm and winds up to the neck, in the rhythmic melody, in the change of light and shadow, stretching into an unending line magic......

Finally, when the model reaches the front of the runway, the beam falls precisely above his face.

Those who were holding their breath in anticipation could see his appearance—his short brown hair was neatly tucked back to reveal a smooth and full forehead, thick eyebrows like swords, and the tails of his eyes were smeared with flowing golden powder, illuminating his deep brown pupils.

The media, who have been immersed in the fashion industry for many years, breathlessly breathed.

In the next second, countless magnesium lights flickered wildly.

It reflects the surprise and frenzy that cannot be mistaken in people's eyes.

He's back.

The master of the catwalk, the supermodel who created miracles and myths - Ferry Santrini Montero.

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