After nearly 11 hours of flight, at half past two in the afternoon of Milan Fashion Week, Pan Hua and Ling Huanhuan successfully arrived at the international airport of Milan, the provincial capital of Italy.

After picking up their luggage, the two of them just walked out of the airport hall, and in the crowd of people who picked up the airport, they saw Cheng Qiu Nan wearing a cotton and linen hand-embroidered shirt standing by the railing.

Pan Hua and Ling Huanhuan did not have much luggage, and all the clothes were shipped to the station in advance by the brand.

Cheng Qiu Nan had sunglasses on his handsome face, and when he saw them come out, he took off his sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his shirt, and stepped forward to consciously take over the luggage cart.

"Tired or not? The hotel is arranged, go to rest first, and take you to the catwalk later to see and familiarize yourself with the environment. ”

He arrived in Milan two days early, after all, it was Pan Hua's first time participating in an international fashion week, and he tried to be perfect so he arranged everything as much as possible.

Pan Hua rubbed her sore shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well on the plane!" ”

"Go back to the hotel and sleep for a while, this time the catwalk is arranged near the Milan Cathedral, not far from the hotel."

While Cheng Qiu Nan and Pan Hua were talking, Ling Huanhuan was behind the two of them, and when they left the airport, they looked around like a curious baby.

The temperature in Milan at the beginning of September is crisp and comfortable, and the air under the sun is dry and cool.

got into the nanny car, Ling Huanhuan put a blanket on Pan Hua's lap, and he looked at the streets of Milan with a strange look at the car window.

There was no air conditioning in the car, the co-pilot opened the window to blow into the breeze, Pan Hua leaned on the back of the seat, unlocked the airplane mode of the mobile phone, and the moment she opened WeChat, a message popped into her eyes.

Cold-Blooded: Not there yet?

The message was displayed ten minutes ago.

Pan Hua's lips were smiling, tapping lightly on the screen.

Huahua: Arrive safely, don't read it.

Man, second back again.

Cold-blooded: That's good, pay attention to your body. (Additional image)

Pan Hua clicked on the picture in surprise, and then smiled.

What Cold-Blooded sent her was a screenshot of the weather for the next seven days.

She was holding her phone, her nails gently scraping her lips, and she missed him inexplicably.

The emotions of longing were still fermenting, and the phone vibrated again.

Cold-blooded: Pay attention to keep warm, Milan has a large temperature difference between day and night.

Huahua: Don't worry, Mr. Leng. (Additional Flying Kiss)

So far, the man has never replied to her messages.

Pan Hua waited for a moment, smiled knowingly, put away the phone and closed her eyes to recuperate.

In about an hour, the nanny car arrived at the townhouse hotel near the cathedral.

The room that Cheng Qiu Nan arranged for Pan Hua happened to be the church view room.

The room is in a modern minimalist style of black, white and gray, with a white carved balcony window that echoes the Duomo of Milan.

Milan, a city full of Gothic architecture, has a particularly strong cultural atmosphere.

Pan Hua stood on the small balcony of the room, and could vaguely see that there were many pedestrians in the square in front of the cathedral, and the blue sky was floating with wisps of white wadding, which made the city classical and gorgeous.

The fatigue of the journey is also swept away in the beautiful scenery.

She folded back into her room and took out her phone, went back to the balcony to choose the camera angle, and took multiple selfies with the cathedral as the background.

On the first day of her arrival, Milan warns her of a petty crime, that it is not a city of warmth, but because of this vigilance, she is able to see it from a different angle, through the houses, the streets, and the countless marble, cold facades.

Sitting on the recliner next to her, she carefully and persistently selected the most beautiful selfie and posted a Weibo.

Pan Hua V: Hello, Milan! (A few beautiful photos attached)

After thinking about it for a while, Pan Hua returned to WeChat and sent the original photo to Coldblood.

More than ten minutes passed, and the message sank into the sea, and the man never replied......

Pan Hua frowned, her nails dotted the corners of her lips, and she was slightly suspicious in her heart.

It's almost ten o'clock at night in China, and he hasn't replied to her news, is he taking a shower? Or is something going on? At this moment, Pan Hua's heart has been surging and muttering!