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Qingyun: "Don't be like this... Alain was an accident, he died, but he has always cared about you..." After a pause, he continued, "I think that child is very innocent, those photos and videos, you know that you can't prove it What……"

Zhou Mingfei's voice seemed to drift far away, "Really? Alain cares about too many people, so many that I don't even have the right to be jealous. His death is a relief to me to some extent. After death, I can no longer to love someone else."

Qingyun looked at Zhou Mingfei and sighed, Zhou Mingfei continued, "I also think that Jiaer is pure and transparent, and he just walked over openly and said he likes me, I think it's God To make up for me, the depression in the previous years has now given me the best."

"Then why let him go?" Qingyun was puzzled.

"I also thought that I could get along with him like a normal person, talk about a simple relationship, eat and sing, but you know, when I saw those photos and videos, I suddenly felt an emotion that I had never experienced before. It filled my heart in an instant, and I really wanted to kill He Yu." Zhou Mingfei said so lightly.

Qingyun was startled, and Zhou Mingfei continued, "When I came back to my senses, I realized that this kind of emotion is called jealousy, which is ridiculous. The jealousy that I hadn't experienced in the past 9 years seemed to erupt at the moment I saw the video. I was frightened, but the thought lingered, I actually wanted to kill someone for Fang Jiaer."

"I don't know why this happened, but I started to get scared, and for the first time I felt like I couldn't control myself, it was scary..."

Qingyun interrupted him, "So you took the initiative to drive him away?"

Zhou Mingfei nodded, "It's better to leave now, I'm not a normal person at all."

Qingyun stared at Zhou Mingfei, and said slowly, "You, fell in love with him."

Zhou Mingfei seemed to be shocked, but shook his head mockingly, "Will I still love? Do you think I want to experience the pain after Alain's death?"

Qingyun sighed more deeply, "You are in love with him, and you are frightened by the fact that you are in love with him."

While talking, the doctor came over and said to Zhou Mingfei, "You are very dependent on alcohol. If you want to survive, you must find a way to drink less."

Qingyun nodded hastily, and said, "I see, thank you doctor, I will pay attention to it in the future."

After the doctor left, Qingyun said, "Drinking should also be brought into the soil by Alain, and what he brings to you should also be taken away." It’s much less, and I’m still secretly happy.”

Zhou Mingfei was still in a daze, without energy at all, and laughed at himself, "Who says it's not? After pretending to be a normal person for a long time, I think I'm really normal."

The two left the hospital and returned to the studio. The mess had been cleaned up by Xiaosong. Qingyun asked Zhou Mingfei to go home to rest, but Zhou Mingfei insisted on staying in the studio to draw pictures. As the days approached, there was no room left to do anything willful.

The first floor of the studio was converted into a working area for employees. The newly formed team of Qingyun came with many young people. The second floor was reserved for Zhou Mingfei to do design and Qingyun as a reception area for important customers.

The first show called "Shan Hai Jing", the costume design is coming to an end, Zhou Mingfei looked at the piles of blueprints, and only felt that every one of them was the appearance of the childish face of the daffodil flower, When he was designing, his mind was full of Jiaer, thinking about what kind of clothes he would wear, with a snow-like face and a thin figure, no matter how exaggerated it would be, it would not violate the harmony, just like the story in "Shan Hai Jing", Like a demon but not a demon, gods can't argue with each other, everything is fine with Jia Er.

The idea of ​​Shan Hai Jing is related to Jiaer, the fashion design is related to him, this studio is related to him, everything is related to him, but at this moment, everything has nothing to do with him, Zhou Mingfei feels in a trance.

A light white Aston Martin drove into the yard, and a graceful woman got out of the car, wearing a loose white shirt of good texture, a pair of ash wide-leg pants, thin flat shoes, long curly hair, and no makeup , only a smear of bright red on the lips, the young employees on the first floor recognized that it was the big star Ouyang Fanghua.

Ouyang Fanghua went straight into the studio, and there was a deep commotion from the crowd on the first floor, but she didn't even look at it, and went straight to the second floor. Zhou Mingfei and Qingyun were surprised to see her, and Ouyang Fanghua saw that she was arranging pictures. Zhou Mingfei, who wrote the manuscript, seemed relieved, and said, "I heard that you were admitted to the hospital. I was so scared that I rushed back from Hengdian overnight."

Zhou Mingfei was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, a bad old habit caused hypoglycemia, and it will be fine soon."

Ouyang Fanghua complained slightly, "How can it be a trivial matter, I will depend on you for the rest of my life, you have to take good care of yourself."

This hidden pun made Qingyun turn his head away in embarrassment, Zhou Mingfei covered it up with a laugh, and changed the subject, "The costume design is almost finished, do you want to take a look?"

Ouyang Fanghua was really interested. She actually knows clothes very well, but just because she knows how to dress them up does not mean she knows how to create and design. She looked at Zhou Mingfei's hard work in this issue, her eyes lit up, and she also saw that Zhou Mingfei had made a choice. She didn't blindly go high and low to satisfy her personal desires, but left enough space for business, which is the kind that is eye-catching but completely acceptable. She wants to buy the clothes she wants to wear, and she believes that, Several of them are sure to be hits.

She suddenly had an idea, and said to Zhou Mingfei, "This is your first show when you return to China. Although you are well-known internationally, the domestic audience has their inherent cognition, and there is a relatively safe and secure one." Proposal, let this show reach a relatively wide spread at least in terms of momentum, and see if you can accept it?"

Zhou Mingfei raised his eyebrows, "What proposal?"

"Use some traffic stars who can match the brand and clothing temperament to show." Ouyang Fanghua said.

Zhou Mingfei directly refused, "Impossible."

"Don't be so arbitrary, just listen to my analysis."

Zhou Mingfei remained silent, and Ouyang Fanghua continued, "I know that the word traffic makes people like you particularly resistant, but in business, the value of traffic stars can be quantified by numbers, and not all Traffic stars are all superficial, some of them have strength, traffic, and good temperament, so this is very suitable."

"For another example, it has always been a tradition of luxury goods to use celebrities to go to catwalks." Ouyang Fanghua gave some more examples. A certain women's clothing used the youngest actress in China, and a certain British men's clothing used the top domestic traffic male stars to make The opening show...Of course Zhou Mingfei knows about these cases. It's not that he completely resists the use of celebrities in the show, but, in his heart, the protagonist of this show is not a celebrity or any supermodel, but the childish face of Narcissus. people.

Seeing Zhou Mingfei's silence, Ouyang Fanghua suddenly seemed to have discovered something, looked around and asked, "Is that the boy who was with you last time, Jia Er? Is he not here today?"

Zhou Mingfei replied indifferently, "Yes, he's not there," he paused and added, "He won't be coming to this show either."

Ouyang Fanghua asked doubtfully, "You two, separated?"

Zhou Mingfei nodded silently.

Ouyang Fanghua seemed to be consoling, but her voice couldn't hide a kind of joy from the inside out, "It doesn't matter if he comes or not, and he's not a big name, just trust me, you can choose which stars you want, with this ability I still have, I can handle whoever you want."

Zhou Mingfei finally nodded, "Okay, only two, one male and one female, I'll tell you after the list is finalized."

Ouyang Fanghua nodded in satisfaction, a kind of complacency that was about to win.

Love breaks off, each does not owe

Carl slept for 16 hours, as if he had countless dreams, overlapping each other. When he woke up, he felt that a century had passed. He got up and took a shower, and found that he was very hungry. On the plane back home, I haven't eaten anything until now. After thinking about it, I decided to have a big meal later.

Walking out of the hotel, it was already nightfall. It was dark when I slept, and it was dark when I woke up. This feeling was special and depressing. However, Jiaer’s five senses had almost disappeared at this time, and he only felt hunger.

He walked to a Cantonese tea restaurant near the hotel and ordered a dozen items in one go, crystal shrimp dumpling, radish cake, shrimp toast, rice rolls, Liwan boat porridge, net wonton...all of them After eating and being full, my mind was finally not so blank. After paying the bill, I walked back to the hotel slowly.

When he returned to his room, he saw that the city was getting dark at night through the French windows on the 19th floor. He seemed to remember something. The suitcase spread out at the end of the bed seemed to remind him that he had just returned from another country. Zhou Mingfei's figure flashed in his mind, and he quickly thought of the studio on Sinan Road, and what Zhou Mingfei had said suddenly popped up again.

"I've never been in such a nasty situation as you."

"I almost fell in love with you, but it's a pity, it's still a little bit closer."

All the memories from 16 hours ago came flooding back, and Jiaer suddenly felt out of breath. The food he had just eaten was stuck in his stomach and throat, and the airtightness made him uncomfortable. He rushed to the bathroom, like a landslide He spit out all his breath.

The burning vomiting finally stopped. He turned on the faucet and washed his face. The feeling of panting still couldn't be stopped, and his body began to tremble. He touched his forehead,