Perfumer of the Republic of China

Beauty comes first, of course.

Looking at it from a worldly point of view, Zhou Xuanxuan's whole body, there is almost nothing that is not beautiful.

With a face like a silver bowl, willow brows and almond eyes, and cherry red lips, ordinary people can recognize her in a crowd at a glance.

There is no other reason, but because of her agile temperament, she is as playful and cute as a little house sparrow.

Liu Yanhuan greeted her, and she got a sweet smile from Zhou Xuanxuan: "Young Master Liu."

The costume assistant showed Liu Yanhuan the selected cheongsam, and then asked Zhou Xuanxuan to change it for the shooting.

Liu Yanhuan discovered that Zhou Xuanxuan was just a hanger, whether it was a toga with long sleeves or a cheongsam with half of her arms exposed, she could handle it well.

That delicate temperament is simply revealed from the bones.

But she doesn't seem to have a deep understanding of the nature of her clothes hanger.Every time she came out of the fitting room, she looked at Liu Yanhuan hesitantly: "How about this outfit?"

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she heard an affirmative answer.

The same is true of her posture in front of the camera, she is clearly full of coquettish gestures, but she is still not sure, and looks at the photographer with innocent eyes in embarrassment.

Time passed by like this.

Liu Yanhuan had contacted many artists in her previous life, and Zhou Xuanxuan was by no means a minority.

In modern times, there is still the technology of instant imaging, but now we can only shoot continuously.

Every time Zhou Xuanxuan casts his eyes, Liu Yanhuan will give him some suggestions, such as blue floral cheongsam with a pure white floral handbag, such as what kind of posture can show Zhou Xuanxuan's graceful figure.

Everyone was surprised to find that because of Liu Yanhuan's suggestion, Zhou Xuanxuan no longer hesitated.

Shooting speed is doubled.

During the break, the guy from the photo studio praised softly: "Young Master Liu, thanks to you today, I have photographed Miss Zhou in the past, and there are not many days that I can't finish shooting."

"Ok?"

"You don't know, although Ms. Zhou is famous, everyone in our industry knows that Ms. Zhou is not very confident in front of the camera, especially when taking pictures. In fact, with her qualifications, she looks good in anything, but no matter what we do No matter how much I tried to persuade her, she didn't believe it."

"Hasn't any of you offered her some advice?"

"Hey, how do we know this, we can't do it."

Liu Yanhuan understood the crux of the problem in an instant. Zhou Xuanxuan hoped to hear advice, but the studio, from the photographer to the staff, only praised her.

This made her feel even more uncertain.

Liu Yanhuan smiled helplessly: "The next time something like this happens, you can give her some advice. Even if you make mistakes, she will feel at ease."

The man nodded half-understood, and Liu Yanhuan stretched.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he stared straight at a picture on the wall.

"That... is Ding Weishi?"

The guy looked at the wall and said "Ouch" immediately: "Look, I forgot about this."

As he said that, the man was about to go up to pick up the photos: "Oh, this person didn't come too suddenly. When I heard about the extra number, I still thought it was unbelievable. How could such a good woman die? Could it be that she is really a beauty?"

Liu Yanhuan frowned and said, "Can you show me the photo?"

The guy felt very strange, looking at pictures of dead people was a very unlucky thing, but Liu Yanhuan's expression didn't look like he was joking.

So the guy handed him the photo.

Liu Yanhuan looked at the woman in the pink dress on the screen. At that time, Ding Weishi, with a little baby fat on her face, was obviously a pampered young lady.

It's just that her posture for taking pictures is a bit strange. In front of her is an open notebook, and she is holding a pen in her hand. The strange thing is that Ding Weishi in the photo is biting the cap of the pen.

It looks playful and cute.

Liu Yanhuan suddenly thought of the house that looked like a secret room.

He said in a deep voice, "Did you ask her to do this pose?"

"Of course not." The photographer did not know when he finished taking the photos and was packing up his shooting equipment.

"I remember very clearly that this is her own little habit. I also saw this scene by chance and captured it."

"You mean, biting the cap of a pen is Ding Weishi's personal habit."

The photographer spread his hands: "In short, it was not instructed by any of us present."

Liu Yanhuan finally connected everything together.

He quickly called the patrol room. Ever since he found out about his friendship with Qin Feiran, the fat police officer had been very active in front of him, and rushed directly to the hospital to arrest people. "

The foreign doctor frowned and asked in broken Chinese: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

A group of patrolmen broke in directly.

As soon as the door of the ward was pushed open, the scene in front of him made Fat Patrolman sneer.

Li Jue was drinking pear soup, but he didn't drink it himself. A young nurse was sitting in front of him, feeding him the soup spoon by spoon.

Li Jue was looking at the female nurse's face intently, when the door of the ward opened suddenly, Li Jue's face was full of astonishment that was too late to stop.

"Hey, Mr. Li has a lot of good luck." The fat policeman opened his mouth, and the female nurse shrank in fright, and ran away quickly when she saw that no one was blocking the door.

When Liu Yanhuan arrived, the fat inspector was staring at Li Jue.

When Fat Patrolman saw Liu Yanhuan, his face was already smiling like a flower.

Liu Yanhuan kept staring at Li Jue: "When is Miss Ding's funeral?"

As soon as this name was mentioned, Li Jue became alert: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything? I'm just curious, how did Miss Ding get poisoned?"

"Mr. Li, as a husband, don't you want to know?"

Li Jue sneered, "Isn't this what the police should do? If you can't find out, why are you looking for me?"

"When I was flipping through Miss Ding's new work, I saw a very interesting detail."

"Let's think of the manuscript paper and pens for writing in her study room..."

"I found that Ms. Ding has a very special hobby, which was overlooked in all previous investigations."

Li Jue said eagerly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh? Mr. Li really doesn't know? Let me remind you again, for example, the pen cap..."

Li Jue said angrily: "I told you I don't know her habits. It's her own business that she likes to bite the cap of a pen. What has it to do with me..."

After speaking halfway, Li Jue knew that he had fallen into a trap.

Originally, Liu Yanhuan still had a trace of delusion in her heart, hoping that all her thoughts were wrong.

But at this moment, he could only say calmly, "Look, you clearly know."

"So what if you know?!"

"Li Jue, you have suffered such a serious injury, so you probably won't have a chance to go back and take off the cap of the pen. Do you think we can find it if we go back and look for it?"

Li Jue's face was ugly.

"Actually, I didn't doubt you at first. After all, your dispute has been going on for a long time, and you were injured again. There is sufficient evidence of your alibi."

"But later, the maid of your mansion mentioned you, the master, in front of me. She said that you let her put the perfume in the car, and it happened that the alcohol in the perfume ignited the car."

"The perfume you bought is very expensive. Before the dawn of Voss Couture, it was hard to find a bottle in China. Your economic conditions are not rich, nor are you open-minded. Why do you want to at such an unspecial moment, Sending Miss Ding a bottle of such an expensive perfume? This is something I have always wondered about."

Every time Liu Yanhuan said a word, Li Jue's face turned pale.

"However, at the Qin family's dinner yesterday, someone woke me up with a remark. This bottle of perfume before dawn has a story."

"Many people think that this series of Voss haute couture symbolizes a man's oath to a woman and is a symbol of loyalty and unyielding, so everyone thinks that this series of perfumes is full of romanticism."

"But in fact, many people forget that this series tells a story about parting. The young soldier bids farewell to the woman he loves before the dawn, and the dawn is the beginning of all changes."

"You didn't buy this bottle of perfume for Miss Ding, but for yourself. You use this bottle of perfume to hint to yourself that everything will happen before dawn. Whether it's the deceptive fire, or Miss Ding's death."

Li Jue lowered his head, facing all Liu Yanhuan's words with a dejected look, but when he heard the word death, he raised his face suddenly.In his eyes, there was a flash of hysterical determination: "Damn her."

"We have all lived like this. She still doesn't get rid of her previous extravagant habits. She still sprinkles perfume on manuscript paper, dances with others at banquets, and begs for help all day long. She thinks she is very capable. , but I don’t know that in the eyes of others, the more capable she is, the more useless I am as a husband. Self-righteous, extravagant, and promiscuous, such a woman deserves to die.”

Listening to that hoarse voice, Liu Yanhuan only felt it was extremely harsh. Apart from a sneer, there were no other words to express his mood at the moment.

"Li Jue, do you know what perfume Miss Ding is wearing?"

"I don't understand this. I come from an ordinary family. How can I understand this? Unlike her, who likes Voss's high-end perfume so much, what she sees from it is romance, but what I see is accident, embarrassment and have no choice."

"You said that Ms. Ding is extravagant, but do you know that she uses the popular Shuangmei brand perfume, which is not a particularly expensive brand?"

Li Jue was stunned, and he said in disbelief: "Impossible, she..." Only then did Li Jue realize that he had forgotten the aura belonging to Ding Weishi.

When Liu Yanhuan danced with Ding Weishi for the first time, she discovered that she was wearing the most popular Shuangmei perfume on the market.Although Shuangmei is also a classic old brand, compared with foreign high-end custom perfumes, it is not enough.

So at the ball, Liu Yanhuan made a statement for Ding Weishi, deliberately saying that Ding Weishi used Twilight Xiangdu, and gave Ding Weishi a step down with this bluffing name.

It's just that Li Jue didn't know that Ding Weishi used Shuangmei perfume.

"Li Jue, it's the new dynasty. Women always value freedom and liberation. You only think that Ding Weishi has lost your face by begging for help, but you don't think about who she is for? With her background, why did she do this?"

Liu Yanhuan recalled a saying she once read in modern times: "If a woman loves a man deeply, she is reluctant to spend his hard-earned money, but if a man thinks a woman is too cheap because of this, it would be too sad."

Until today, seeing Li Jue with a hideous face, Liu Yanhuan truly understood this sentence.

From the moment he saw the photos of Ding Weishi in the past, he felt that it was too cruel for a woman.A woman loves a man's talent sincerely, but that man only wants to drag her down from the cloud of rich clothes and fine food to satisfy his vanity.

Liu Yanhuan failed to see Ding Weishi's body, but he could imagine that Ding Weishi must have been prostrate on the table at the most painful moment, she was really too tired.

Liu Yanhuan took a deep breath, he felt that he couldn't stay in this room, the air inside was too dirty.

He opened the door and looked at the scenery outside. The sky was bright and clear, but the woman named Ding Weishi would be buried in the ground forever.

Li Jue finally explained how he committed the crime. The poison in the pen cap was prepared by him in advance. He knew that Ding Weishi had a habit of biting the pen cap, so he deliberately caused a car accident and gave himself a sufficient alibi to realize the murder remotely.

The news that Liu Yanhuan had solved the case spread like wildfire, and the Ding family wanted to pay Liu Yanhuan, but Liu Yanhuan didn't want a penny.

He closed the book at hand, let out a long sigh, and walked towards the police station in Ningcheng.

This is his second time here, and unlike the first time, this time he received an extraordinary courtesy.

The fat inspector personally led him to Li Jue's cell. At this moment, Li Jue still had a dead face. He looked at Liu Yanhuan with a completely indifferent expression on his face.

Liu Yanhuan pushed the book in her hand through the cracks of the cage: "This is Miss Ding's last work."

Hearing the words "Miss Ding", the expression on Li Jue's face relaxed a little.

"This is a love story between a rich girl and a poor boy. I read it. It is very romantic and very real. I think there must be your shadow in the fictional plot."

Li Jue didn't respond.

Liu Yanhuan couldn't see him like this, and turned around to leave, but before leaving, he left a sentence: "I asked the bookstore, originally the bookstore intended to change the ending of this story to a poor boy working hard all the way to become rich, and finally became rich. But Ms. Ding insisted on not changing... She said that she loves such a person, whether he is poor or rich, healthy or sick, she loves her deeply. She is afraid of changing the ending. One day in the future, you will read this book Sometimes, there will be pressure."

Liu Yanhuan left, and when he walked to the prison door, he saw the fat policeman's flattering smile in front of his eyes, but Li Jue's heart-piercing howls came from his ears.

The outside world is still the same, with the fragrance of clothes on the temples and the busy traffic, Liu Yanhuan thought of the words in Ding Wei's poems for no reason: "The rich girl said that she was originally a bottle of expensive perfume, which was packed in a delicate and beautiful bottle. Love but no sense of reality. Until she met the love of her life, that day she pretended to be an ordinary perfume, and went to the man who didn't understand perfume to confess her feelings. They finally came together, and the girl was washed away and turned into a The most popular Shuangmei brand perfume in the streets and alleys. Everyone regrets the devaluation of the girl, only the girl understands that this is not a downfall for her, but a new life!"

"It is the pride and pride of a girl's life to make a bottle of Shuangmei brand perfume that you know and rely on."

Liu Yanhuan looked at the familiar car beside her, and after a moment of trance, she smiled softly.

He walked quickly towards the exclusive GM, raised his hand and knocked on the window.

With the window down, Qin Feiran was wearing sunglasses and sitting coolly in the driver's seat.

Liu Yanhuan glanced at the bottle of Dolan's perfume on the car, and was suddenly relieved—whether it was Dolan's perfume for the royal family or the well-known Shuangmei perfume, Qin Feiran used it to freshen the air, refresh the mind, and refresh the mind. Regulate the mood.Liu Yanhuan has been in the industry for too long, and is familiar with fragrances and spices, but has forgotten the most essential function of perfume.

Just like love, Qin Feiran's premise is Liu Yanhuan, whether it is the aggressive Liu Yanhuan or the passive Liu Yanhuan, at least Liu Yanhuan always has qualities that others cannot replace.

It wasn't until this moment that Liu Yanhuan realized that Qin Feiran had been taking the initiative, but he himself had been painting the ground as a prison.

Qin Feiran watched the strong noon sun hitting Liu Yanhuan, but the young man outside the window didn't notice it at all.

He couldn't help but reminded: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Liu Yanhuan suddenly recovered, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Qin Feiran always felt that there was a trace of obvious happiness in Liu Yanhuan's tone today.