After falling off the horse, he was pestered by giants to form CP[Entertainment]

Yan Xiwen turned on the flashlight, adjusted the light to the darkest, then took out the medicine for external use from his pocket, and held Xin Yu's hand for a while to look at it.

His wrists and palms were worn out and swollen like pig's trotters, and it hurt just looking at them.

Yan Xiwen squeezed the topical ointment onto a cotton swab, gently applied the wound for him, and looked up at his reaction from time to time.

Maybe it was too painful, Xin Yu couldn't help frowning in his sleep, and muttered in a low voice, "Don't touch it, it hurts so much".

Yan Xiwen was afraid that he would wake up, so he quickly reached out and patted his belly, coaxing him softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, the pain flew away~"

Xin Yu babbled twice, then his brows relaxed.

Yan Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized what he was doing, and he couldn't believe that such words came out of his own mouth, he looked like an idiot.

After applying the medicine and helping Xin Yu tuck the quilt up, Yan Xiwen quietly backed out.

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The next day, it was past ten o'clock in the morning when the two woke up. After a hasty wash, the two hurried to the airport with their suitcases.

When going downstairs, Xin Yu struggled to carry the suitcase with his injured hands, stopping to rest every two steps down.

Yan Xiwen passed by him, pulled his suitcase and walked down without saying a word.

"Don't bother you, I'll do it myself." Xin Yu hurried to catch up.

"Don't dawdle, time waits for no one." After leaving this sentence, Yan Xiwen bumped downstairs with two huge suitcases.

When they arrived at the gate of the airport, as soon as the two got out of the taxi, they saw a large number of reporters surrounded outside.

As soon as they saw the two of them, the reporters rushed over like a swarm, and the microphones poked in the air:

"Mr. Xin, last night we received news that you disappeared for no reason, so this press conference may be replaced by someone else. Is this a means for your company to replace people? The company still thinks that you are inexperienced and therefore does not want you to represent Gun Hua participated in the press conference, right!"

The reporter's mouth was protruding like a machine gun. Xin Yu didn't even understand what he said. Just as he was about to ask, another microphone came over again:

"Mr. Xin, do you have confidence in this Dilambo autumn conference? As far as I know, you have never participated in any catwalk activities before. If there is a mistake on the runway, will you be fully responsible?"

Xin Yu was stunned by the barrage of inquiries, and he was even a little dazed, unable to say a word.

"Excuse me, we are in a hurry." Just when Xin Yu was at a loss, Yan Xiwen stepped forward to block Xin Yu, and coldly pushed away these boring reporters.

When Yan Xiwen's assistant saw the police over here, he rushed to help, and manually pushed and shoved the reporters, yelling loudly that they had to register soon, and if there was any question, the company would hold a press conference, and then ask them what they wanted to ask .

Xin Yu was escorted by Yan Xiwen and rushed all the way to the security checkpoint, but he didn't know what stimulated him, and he was stunned, like a fool with a negative IQ.

Seeing him like this, Yan Xiwen knew he was nervous, so he said lightly:

"Don't care what other people say, you can't satisfy everyone, so just be yourself."

Xin Yu looked into his eyes, which were light brown but extremely deep.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Yan Xiwen glanced at him sideways, "humph": "Don't think that I paid for nothing, with conditions."

"What conditions."

"When you come back, you have to make an appointment with Brother Huang for me."

When Xin Yu heard this, he was struck by a thunderbolt.

"Isn't he going to Milan tomorrow... You, you just ask him out."

"I don't have time, I have to have dinner with the organizer after the fashion show, and my sister's school has a parent-child sports meeting on Friday, so I have to go back."

As soon as these words came out, Xin Yu was even more sure that Yan Xiwen was a complete deadly tsundere. Although he said that his sister was like a mad dog, he still flew back and forth between the two countries for his sister.

Xin Yu smiled, looking at the back of Yan Xiwen striding forward dragging his suitcase, he was even more sure that Fan was the most correct decision in his life.

The plane streaked across the sky, leaving behind a small white tail——

On the plane, Xin Yu met the legendary major shareholder of the company for the first time. The old man sat in the first-class cabin with his eyes closed and rested without getting angry.

"Mr. Yang, hello." Out of politeness, Xin Yu greeted him respectfully.

The major shareholder opened one eye, drooped his eyelids and glanced at the kid who didn't have any AC numbers in his heart, snorted coldly with disdain, and ignored him.

Xin Yu bowed again in embarrassment, knowing that he would definitely look down on him, so he didn't want to go to him, and obediently found his seat and sat down.

Sitting next to him was a little boy who seemed to be in his early twenties. When he saw Xin Yu, he greeted him warmly.

Xin Yu searched the list of models who went to Italy this time in his mind, but he didn't remember such a number of people.

"Ah, you are a new face, I haven't seen you before." Xin Yu began to find nothing to say.

"Yes, I was only on the bench, not yet at the level of the main position." The little boy replied honestly.

"You are not very old, you look very small."

The boy smiled, his thin lips curled up slightly: "Yes, I just turned 20 this year."

"20 years old, don't you want to study? Or do you want to study this major." Xin Yu asked curiously.

"I didn't have the money to study, so I dropped out of high school after graduating from high school, and now I only think about when I will be able to take the lead on the runway." The boy's eyes were shining when he spoke, and he didn't feel ashamed of his experience at all.

Xin Yu still has a good impression of him, at least he seems sincere enough.

"Then you can sign it for me." As he spoke, Xin Yu took out an advertising leaflet from the storage bag of the front seat, tore off the blank part and handed it over.

The boy looked at Xin Yu in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it: "You mean, you want my...signature?"

Xin Yu smiled and said, "That's right, if you become famous in the future, I'll frame your signature and hang it at home to pay tribute to, if not, I'll tear it up."

As for why he did this, Xin Yu probably also felt that not everyone has his own luck.

I was led on this road by Yan Xiwen in a daze and replaced the C position that attracts everyone's attention, but most of the others are still struggling at the bottom line, playing tricks, acting as a substitute, and walking alone for their dreams, even if there is a scourge ahead .

So maybe I want to give them some encouragement.

The boy took the advertisement and nodded firmly: "I will succeed."

He borrowed a pen from the stewardess, and signed his name carefully stroke by stroke on the advertisement sheet.

Qiao Yimu.

It takes twelve hours to fly directly from the starting point to Milan, which is no better than taking a train to walk around. Most of the time, you are nailed to the seat without moving. The airport hall rested for a while, but in just half an hour, he was nailed to the chair again alive.

When Xin Yu got off the plane, he didn't care about experiencing the foreign scene at all, he just felt that his waist was broken in two.

The landing time was [-]:[-] pm local time. A group of people were busy with jet lag, and they hid in the hotel and fell asleep, but they knocked on the door one by one to deliver food after a few hours of sleep. They ate dinner in a daze. The energetic ones said that they wanted to go out for a night view, but most of them still slept under the quilt until the sky was dark.

It was only at this time that Xin Yu really felt that time is not forgiving. He was not like those energetic children who just felt that he was short of sleep.

Seven hours later, these people had to get up again to watch the press conference.

Xin Yu was still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Dream when he was pulled up from the bed and followed him to have breakfast in a daze.

Although I have learned how to use a knife and fork before, I was still in a hurry in practice, and I couldn't cut a piece of bread for a long time.

Yan Xiwen looked at his stupid look, and finally couldn't help but put away the food on his plate, then pushed it in front of Xin Yu, and took Xin Yu's plate to his side, still dissatisfied complained:

"Don't waste everyone's time, eat quickly."

Under Yan Xiwen's urging, Xin Yu hurriedly ate a tasteless breakfast, and followed a group of people to meet the chief designer of Dilambo.

The tall European man had heard that his queen model, Song Lan, was sent to the hospital due to an accidental injury, so his position was replaced by someone else, but the designer did not expect that this substitute would be so...unspeakable.

Standing in the crowd of other male models will be buried immediately, it is difficult to notice after a long time, lack of presence, height is flawed, appearance is barely passable, but it is not the type that is popular in the current circle.

The designer frowned and said a few words to the person in charge of the Chinese side of the press conference, probably asking if he could be replaced and someone else could come on stage.

The person in charge was a little embarrassed, after all domestic entertainment journalists were eagerly looking forward to the unexpected Xin Yu in this press conference.

Congratulations on his good walk. Reporters can write him as "extraordinary talent"; .

So now everyone doesn't care about the final result of the press conference, but only cares about the final result of Xin Yu.

And Xin Yu didn't know it at all, and curiously asked Yan Xiwen what the designer and the person in charge said.

Yan Xiwen glanced at him, and replied calmly: "Say some polite words, it doesn't matter if you don't listen."

And the original words of the designer: "You said that you would find a model of comparable ability to be on top. This is what you call equal strength? I have been a designer for so many years and have never seen him. Are you sure he can do it?"

The person in charge: "This is the only way out of desperation, I hope you can understand, and he was brought out by us Xiwen, so there is no problem...probably."

The designer let out a sigh of relief, looked at Xin Yu for the last time, and waved his hand: "Let's go to the show first."

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