Love is not unhappy: hard to get up, beautiful morning

If one day, you wake up with a man next to you, what would be your first reaction?

Is it to jump up from the * like a spring, or to wake up the man next to you and abuse it?

Lan Mufei opened her eyes, and the unfamiliar environment made her mind blank for a few seconds, as if she had woken up from a sleep and traveled to ancient times, not knowing where she was.

When the corner of his eye swept to the handsome face beside him, his breathing froze, and he forgot in amazement that he should have a normal reaction that a normal person should have.

The first reaction was to look down at your clothes.

The clothes are still the same as they were worn last night, but the buttons on the collar were unbuttoned twice, crumpled, and a little miserable.

Trying to get up cautiously, he found that his legs couldn't move, because he was (sandwiched) between his long legs, and one of his hands was tightly imprisoned on her waist, and his own hand didn't know how to put it on his waist.

If you want to be tough, you will wake him up......

When Lan Mufei bit her lip and was hesitating what to do, the man holding her made some small movements, and she subconsciously closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

At least you don't have to wake up and be embarrassed by him.

Louis Widow opened his eyes and saw her lying delicately in his arms, her thin lips hooked into a smile, her fingers ruffled the hair that fell on her face, and her head slowly lowered......

Lan Mufei, who had his eyes closed, felt the warm breath spraying on his cheeks, and it was getting closer and closer, his heart trembled, and he faintly felt that something would happen, but he couldn't open his eyes at this time, and he pretended to sleep.

His fingers secretly grabbed his clothes, nervous and scared.

Suddenly, there was a warm touch on the lips, and a faint breath was under her nose, and the whole person was stunned

Because he was so close, she could even feel that he had signs of morning, and the burning knots were pressing against her, and they were hot.

His breathing stopped, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would find out that he was pretending to be asleep, and the scene would become more and more embarrassing and embarrassing.

Thankfully, he didn't linger on her lips for long, hugged her for a while, got up*, and walked to the bathroom.

During this process, Lan Mufei's eyes were closed, and Louis Ying didn't say a word from beginning to end, and she could even feel a trace of tenderness from his silent movements.

Soon there was the sound of water running in the bathroom, and it didn't take long for him to seem to come out, open the closet, and start changing clothes.

Half an hour later, he went downstairs and didn't wake her up!

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lan Mufei opened her eyes slowly, at this moment the sunlight outside the window was quiet, the room was very quiet, and she was the only one left.

I sat up and rubbed my messy hair with my fingers, regretting why I fell asleep last night, and I slept so deeply that I didn't even know that I was carried into the room.

Going down now is no different from opening her eyes just now, Lan Mufei plans to stay in the room for a while, and wait for Louis Ying to go to the company before going downstairs.

Next*, I was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up, my feet just hit the ground, and my eyes were stunned

Fingers gently stroked his toes, and the worn area was somehow covered with a faint purple potion, and there was also a heel on the heel.

The tip of his heart was inexplicably tight, his eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada wings, trembled violently, and complex emotions flowed through his clear eyes.

His deep voice rang in his ears: Do I need to force a woman?

The white teeth involuntarily bit their red lips, and there were sparkles at the bottom of their eyes.

If he was blindly persecuting her strongly, she could still refuse with righteous words, but he used such a tactful and roundabout way to make her not know how to deal with herself.

She didn't think that a man as high as Louis Widow would condescend to do such things because he wanted to sleep with her.

But he didn't dare to think about why he did this for himself except for sleeping!

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Lan Mufei rubbed in the room for a long time, and when she went downstairs, Louis Ying went out to the company.

She was going to leave just like that, but the servant said that the Count had told her that she had eaten breakfast before leaving.

Lan Mufei didn't embarrass the servants, and called a car to leave after breakfast.

For the next few days, Louis Widow did not call her over, and the days were busy and fulfilling.

On the weekend, Louis Ying called her, but Lan Mufei refused.

The reason is that because of Paris Fashion Week, she doesn't have much time, she really doesn't have time to make breakfast for him, and she selfishly wants to avoid getting along with him.

Louis Widow did not force her and cut off the phone.

Lan Mufei was not afraid that he would get angry or go to check, because he knew that she was really busy, shuttling between the company and Teacher Meili's company every day, and even Yun Gu hadn't seen each other for a week.

Ye Sang was originally a well-known model, and this time she was able to walk on the runway of Paris Fashion Week, Lan Mufei was not worried about her, I believe that Ye Sang can do a good job, and she will become famous after Paris Fashion Week.

The only thing she worries about is herself.

Teacher Merry said goodbye to the works of fashion design, if she was messed up by herself, she would not have the face to meet Teacher Melly in this life.

Lan Mufei, who was relatively nervous and nervous, Teacher Meili was very calm, calm, and kept comforting her, she didn't have to be so nervous, everything went naturally.

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Among the four major fashion weeks, Milan Fashion Week and London Fashion Week are not very receptive to new designers, and the business atmosphere of New York Fashion Week is too grand, only Paris Fashion Week is the real absorption of the world's fashion elite, those from Japan, Britain, Belgium and other palace-level fashion designers, almost every one of them is through Paris to approach the world's vision.

For this reason, Paris Fashion Week is also called the pinnacle of nobility.

Paris Fashion Week originated in 1910, and since the 17th century, Paris has accumulated a good reputation for fashion production. And this pompous city has never disappointed women all over the world.

Founded at the end of the 19th century, the French Fashion Council has been committed to building Paris's status as the world's fashion capital as a rock-solid one, helping emerging designers to enter the industry and use their influence. Let the Louvre Carrous du Louvre and Jardindes.Tuileries be opened to be the official showmen, and the French Fashion Institute will introduce each of the designers who will appear at the fashion week to the media and buyers around the world, and organize and coordinate the Paris Fashion Week schedule, so that buyers and fashion journalists can see as much as possible every show.

Paris Fashion Week, star-studded, celebrities, and ladies all gathered together to enjoy one catwalk after another, breathtaking.

The runway of Fashion Week was full of color and glamor, showing nobility and luxury, while the backstage was chaotic and orderly, and every model on the stage was 100% ready, including the upcoming Ye Sang.

Makeup, dressing, Lan Mufei has always been by her side, I don't know if it's a coincidence or a sin (fate), Song Xiaowan and Ye Sang's catwalk is the same show, which also causes the two of them to be in the same dressing room.

People come and go, the noisy and busy atmosphere is inexplicably depressing, Ye Sang didn't have a good face when he saw Song Xiaowan, his eyes glared at Song Xiaowan from time to time, if it weren't for Lan Mushuang's repeated warnings, Ye Sang would probably have a dispute with Song Xiaowan a long time ago.

Song Xiaowan maintains a gentle and graceful image in front of people, and with good acting skills, she can compete for the Oscar for Best Actress.

Lan Mufei dealt with Song Xiaowan with a faint expression, standing between the two of them, trying to avoid them from having disputes in the background and attracting the attention of the reporters at the front desk.

Although Song Xiaowan was very unhappy that Ye Sang appeared on the stage of Paris Fashion Week, she took into account her overall situation and did not make any provocative actions against Ye Sang at the moment!

Song Xiaowan came to the stage first, and Ye Sang took her next scene

Today is the last day of Paris Fashion Week, and a few days ago, Lan Mufei was still training from Mr. Meli, who strives for perfection, has also revised his works again and again.

Song Xiaowan and Ye Sang's catwalk were all peaceful, their performance was perfect, and they won all the applause present, I believe that after Paris Fashion Week, both of them will become famous and take a big step forward in the global model rankings.

Mr. Merry's work was placed in the evening, the last and most mysterious catwalk.

This catwalk is only available to celebrities who are famous all over the world, who have the status of Tarzan in the fashion industry, or who are rich and powerful.

Identities like Song Xiaowan and Ye Sang have no right to enter the show.

So at the end of the catwalk and the company's celebration banquet, Lan Mufei had to lie, saying that he was not feeling well, and he had to go back first and could not participate in the celebration banquet.

Ye Sang was a little disappointed, after all, this honor was brought to her by Lan Mufei, and she really hoped that Lan Mufei would accompany her to celebrate.

Before leaving, Lan Mufei told her to drink less alcohol, especially not to have any conflict with Song Xiaowan, and now the best state is that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Ye Sang reassured her and assured her once again that she would not quarrel with Song Xiaowan.

Feng Chen proposed to send her back, but Lan Mufei politely refused, it was inappropriate for him to be the general manager at today's celebration banquet, Feng Chen didn't insist too much, but promised to take care of Ye Sang for her and not let her get into trouble.

With the assurance of sealing the dust, Lan Mufei left with confidence.

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As night falls, the romantic lights of Paris are lit up in a grand catwalk at the Jardindes.Tuileries.

The catwalk was not broadcast live or invited too many journalists, and all the works and models on the show were not visible to ordinary people, except for appearing in first-class fashion magazines.

Under the extravagant lighting, the catwalk came on stage one after another to show the works of the masters, stunning those with distinguished status in the audience.

Directly below the catwalk, a lady in a fiery red dress is graceful and luxurious, full of elegance and nobility between her gestures, her golden hair is pulled up without any mess, her ears are also wearing red diamond earrings, and the red diamond necklace around her neck is even more flashing and makes people can't open their eyes.

And the man sitting next to her, dressed in an orthodox suit, looked arrogant, and carelessly didn't care about the top catwalk in front of him.

In addition to the four bodyguards behind him, there is also Hang Hang, who has a warm look, he is not interested in fashion, and his eyes are casually walking around.

The lady in the red dress turned her head slightly, her fiery lips opened lightly, and her voice was gentle and good: "Accompany your mother to watch the show, are you so unhappy?" ”

Louis Ying's deep eyes glanced at her calmly, "There are many people who want to accompany you to watch the show, I don't have to." ”

"How can that be the same!" The corner of Madame Hong's mouth pursed the most perfect smile, "You are my son!" ”

He looked down with a contemptuous sneer, his disdain hidden in the darkness.

Madame Red glanced at him sideways, did not speak again, and continued to admire the performance of the beautiful models.

Ms. Merry's work is a work of pressure, the lights of the show are all extinguished, everyone is in the dark, the sound is instantly diffused, and only shallow breathing is left in silence.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting the appearance of Mr. Merry's work.

After a short 30 seconds, a beam of silver light hit the center of the catwalk, illuminating the shadow standing in the center of the catwalk for a moment, a black dress, setting off her skin Bai Xi Ruoxue, with a silver mask, her face could not see her face clearly, but behind the mask you could see a pair of black and white pupils, curled eyelashes like brushing a thin layer of golden mascara, the roots were distinct, bright and moving.

The black dress was simple and elegant, outlining her supple waist, and the layered folds down the skirt were two meters long and elegantly supported behind her.

Everyone present was stunned, although this dress was atmospheric, but in terms of innovation and style, it did not make people feel anything special.

The originally quiet show suddenly had a lot of discussions, and many people thought that Mr. Mei Li was Jiang Lang's talent, and he couldn't design good works anymore.

In the face of such a work, the photographer does not have the urge to boil his blood, let alone the desire to press the shutter.

Just when everyone was questioning and discussing, Louis Ying's cold brows frowned, and his eyes stared at the shadow in the center of the catwalk for a moment, always feeling very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

As far as he knew, Melly was a very talented designer, and he didn't believe that this was Melly's work, or that there was something strange about it?

Compared with the anxious person next to him, he was attentive, his hands were casually wrapped around his chest, his thin lips were hooked, and he stared at the good show.

Madame Red glanced at him, her gaze lingering on the smile on his lips for a few seconds, and continued to look at the catwalk.

Lan Mufei, who was standing on the stage, kept warning himself to be calm and not nervous, allowing the people in the audience to look at him and evaluate his and Mr. Meili's works, but when his eyes swept to the person in the center of the audience, his breath was stagnant for a moment, and he subconsciously immediately looked away

She didn't expect him to appear here, especially the person sitting next to him

The one who ordered her to be thrown out of the villa, Louis Widow's biological mother, the Red Lady!

The slender wrist is fragile beside him, and he wants to hold it tightly, but he can't, and his whole body seems to stand stiffly in place, lonely, and lonely.

Teacher Mei Li, who was standing next to the catwalk, was handsome and extraordinary in a royal blue suit, staring at Lan Mufei on the stage with his eyes, and took a deep breath.

What should be taught to her, she has taught it all, and the work has been modified to the extent that he is satisfied, and it is up to her to make the work shine next!

Success or failure is only in her thoughts.

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At this moment, the presidential palace of country C.

Entertainment channels are broadcasting the news of this Paris Fashion Week, all kinds of big-name stars, famous models who have gone to the world, rich people, aristocrats, the scene is spectacular.

The person sitting on the sofa keeps reversing the camera, and after playing, it continues to go backwards, and then it plays again, and so on many times.

The man sitting on the side reading the email raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but say, "When did you become so interested in fashion shows?" ”

She put down the fruit plate on her lap and froze the picture, "Look, who is this person?" ”

He looked up and saw a blurred silhouette in the crowd, probably cut by the camera casually, inadvertently brought to her, and she didn't even know it.

"She looks pretty good." When she said this, she looked at him very seriously, as if she wanted to capture something from his eyes and face.

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