Rebirth of a Supermodel

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The winter sun is mild and not glaring. When it shines through the thick glass of the flower house into the house, the flowers bloom and vie for each other. With the bright red and the elegant white, the glass is bright and fresh with elegant purple. The house is dotted with a sea of ​​flowers.

In such a beautiful and magnificent sea, a young and handsome boy is slightly bowed, pulling a delicate white lily to sniff. The eyebrows are pretty and handsome, and the temperament is noble and dusty. When he stands there, it becomes the scenery in the eyes of everyone.

Even if it is a choice, it is not a smile that appreciates such a purely beautiful picture.

There was even a very fast aura that flashed through his mind and made him notice a wonderful feeling.

Ming Yu has long discovered that the choice has come, although he is somewhat surprised how the other party will arrive today, but he did not show surprise, but just slowly put down the lily in his hand and asked: "I didn't come to explore this morning. Class?"

At this time, Xi Xing had already packed up his own look. He had a thin lips and calmly stepped forward. He said, "But this afternoon has not."

For this man's hegemony, Ming Yu has already experienced a ten-tenth in the past three days. However, he was not angry with it, but he was faintly happy - this shows that the other party really took himself as a friend, and did not treat himself politely.

Ming Yu took a carnation from the vase and asked: "Do you like flowers?"

After a moment of silence, Xi chooses to gently decapitate: "Well, okay."

After this sentence, Ming Yu often took some flowers to choose to sniff, and by the way, ask the other side's opinions as a reference.

The two people are so tacitly acquainted with a flower, a flower, as if they know the old friends for many years, do not need words, just walk together.

When I walked to the end of the flower house, Ming Yu had already held a large bouquet of flowers. Red, yellow, purple, white, colorfully decorated in the hands of the youth, to the last simile also took a vase to insert them, and then turned back to leave the greenhouse.

"Next, I am going to prepare for the spring and summer high-definition fashion show early next year." The man's low-pitched voice sounded in the quiet and quiet flower room. He chose to pause and continued: "I am afraid I will be very busy in the next few months. Do you want a ticket?"

In the Ming Yu hand, he held a heavy vase. After listening to this, he thought for a long while and asked: "Is it a friend, give me an invitation?"

Xi choose to pick one eyebrow: "You want two, you can."

Ming Yu naturally knows that this commitment of Xi Xuan can represent the great significance.

"Ji He Ya" four times a year high-level show, which represents the world's top fashion aesthetic level, often leading the fashion trend of the year and the next few years. Such a thin invitation is something that people dream of, even if you have money, you may not be able to get it.

Now, the chief designer and creative director of Ji He Ya promised him that he can definitely give him two invitations. There is absolutely no trace of water in this kind of words, but it also makes the Ming Yu feel too much, beyond the boundaries between friends.

So he gently shook his head and said: "If it is not convenient, I am very grateful for one."

As they talked, they walked toward the door, and when they came out of the door, they suddenly sneezed and listened to the sneeze, which led to a metaphorical look: "Have you caught a cold?"

I saw that on the handsome face of a man, I don’t know when a small red dot appeared in the corner of the left eye. Xi choose to cough twice, then shake the head: "Not a cold, probably a little pollen allergy."

Hearing words, Ming Yu suddenly stopped his footsteps and looked at the man with horror.

Noticing the stagnation of the juvenile, the choice also stopped and turned to him.

For a long time, Ming Yu slowly sighed, whispered: "Since you have pollen allergies, then when I asked you to help pick flowers, I can tell you, don't help me."

Xi's aesthetic level and discerning vision are still very trustworthy, so he will let him choose to help himself make this choice and pick a flower. But if he is told that this man has a pollen allergy, he will never do it.

However, in the mind of Ming Yu, Xi is not a person who will grieve and help others...

The man sneaked into the dark eyes and couldn’t help but smile. He chose to gently decapitate and explained: “It’s not a very serious allergy. If there is a general amount of exposure, there will be no problem. I don’t think so much.”

Ming Yu still has some self-blame: "It's still my fault. I invite you to dinner this evening. It is a crime, and thank you for helping me pick flowers."

Such an invitation, naturally, did not refuse.

In the evening, after two people used a meal at a French restaurant, they chose to carry the simile and send him home. Like the most ordinary friends, this time of the night did not show a trace of cross-border, the behavior is open and calm.

After the Mingyu got off the bus, the two said "goodbye" and they chose to drive away.

Standing downstairs in a quiet and peaceful apartment, the delicate and handsome boy was bathed in a warm, cold moonlight, quietly watching the departure of a black Aston Martin. Until the figure of the car had completely disappeared at the corner of the road, the simile did not remove the line of sight, still looking at the place where it disappeared, and did not return to God.

After waiting for another three minutes, in the cold winter wind, the teenager finally turned and walked into the apartment.

Ming Yu always believes that this man is as confident and even conceited as himself. It seems that it is difficult to get close to him.

The lives of the older generation are the same as the current choices, and they all live in the top of the circle. Each of their decisions can lead to many variables, and many people who want to think about it can find a shortcut to climb up.

In this life, the Ming Yu has only divided Zhao Rui and Luo Ru into their own ranks and counted as friends. The former is true to yourself and for the sake of oneself, while the latter is smart and intelligent, but everything is done for himself.

Xi Xi, but it seems that it can not be counted under the "self" category.

Ming Yu once thought that this person might be very similar to him, and the two should be able to get along and promise to be friends of the other side. But as he gets along with him, he finds that he is always broken by this popularity, and he can't calmly and calmly treat everything, and sometimes even become childish.

- It seems that this person is his nemesis.

Originally, the Ming Yu has already planned to keep a distance from the choices. Don't become more like this person. But this afternoon, when he saw that the person had a red dot on his face because of allergies, and even sneezed, he felt that some of the deepest places in his heart suddenly softened and could no longer be rejected by this person.

Only he knows how low the possibility is to let someone like them harm their own interests and do something for others without compensation. Now, Xi Xun has done for him, which makes Ming Yu unable to move.

Because of empathy, it is absolutely impossible for Simile to do something that hurts others.

"Matting... What kind of person are you?"

The words of the boy were drowned in a thick darkness, no one knew.

On the other side, the simile never knows that a man just left the apartment in a car and soon received a call. A broker on the other side of the phone was bitter, and he persuaded him to say: "I beg you, I am begging you! Master Xi Da, Master Xi Da, my ancestors! You should hurry. Come back? The playing version here has been almost done. After two months, the fashion show is about to start. Are you going to die or die?!"

Listening to Dingbo’s desperate voice on the phone, he chose to squint his lips and whispered: “I will go back tomorrow.” After a pause, he added: “Until this spring and summer high I will not leave for a long time before the end."

Whoever expected to hear him, Ding Bo was shocked and asked: "Don't you pursue your muse?"

Xi chose to turn the steering wheel and turned a corner. He asked: "I have not pursued these three days?"

Ding Bo: "..."

Of course he knows that you have pursued it!

Ding Bo and Xi Xuan have known each other for more than ten years. I have never seen him so much about someone.

Did she choose to give up her career for one person and spent three days doing a "exploration activity" with no interest?

This is not his style at all!

Even Xi's choice did not hide his whereabouts, and he made the matter of "study every day to visit the Ming Dynasty". It was spread throughout the fashion circle and even the entertainment circle.

What kind of behavior is this? ! This is exactly saying -

"Mingyu is the person I care for. Please move it before you move. Please consider it clearly. 』

Have you made a mistake? !

He Dingbo and Shen Xiang have not received such a good treatment! ! !

How lucky it is to be divided into sub-wing protection.

Not to mention that Xi Xiang has let Shen Xiang increase the level of Muse to the highest level!

This can mean that even if the simile is a **** of strength five, it can also reach the peak in the fashion circle!

- Of course, this is just an analogy. If the power of Ming is not good, then it will never be possible to notice him.

Despite this, Ding Bo was depressed for a long time. This feeling of being "being killed on the beach" made him scream and asked: "You have pursued for three days, and have not yet married others. Going to catch up, are you going to give up?"

On the phone, Xi’s choice suddenly seemed to hear something funny, and suddenly smiled softly. For a long time, when Ding Bo heard a mist, he heard the man’s low-alcoholic sound passing through the electric wave, and passed down low--

"For three days, I let his heart loose, and I will always remember the name of the pile and keep it in a different position from other people. He did not agree with my invitation, but he is sooner or later. Will become my model. After the positive, there must be a cold period, I can not stalk forever. Ding Bo, probably your level of education is not enough, have you heard a word?"

Ding Bo has already heard the twitching of his mouth, and he silently mourned for a small model in his heart: he even provoked such a black scum.

Ding Bo: "What?"

After a pause, I chose to say a word: "Warm water, cook the frog."

Ding Bo: "...Hey, I am really saddened by the similes. You are too bad? People take you as friends, but you still count people, hey, choose, you guys are too unconscience. Fortunately, I have known you for so many years..."

"Ding Bo," the man suddenly said, interrupting Ding Bo's words. "Who told you, I didn't take him as a friend?"

Ding Bo heard the words, slamming the ground, only listening to the phone, Xi Xing said like a low sigh: "I am true, take him as my friend."

In the darkness of the enchanting Emperor's night, a streamlined Aston Martin quickly drove off the elevated and headed for the other side of the city. In the car, the man's slender fingers tapped the steering wheel, and the deep red steering wheel was lined with the straight fingers of the white, making it difficult to remove the line of sight.

Is it really just that he slowly scored in the heart of the boy? Step by step to make the other person become his own person?

Suddenly there was a scene in the afternoon when the boy closed his sniff, and he chose to sigh deeply.

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