Rebirth of the rich and powerful

As soon as he got out of the terminal, Jiang Yun was hugged by Alessandro who came out of nowhere.

"My little angel, you are finally here!" The old man cheered, and inserted himself between Jiang Yun and his boss without hesitation.

His chubby body has a special sense of presence, like an elastic ball, separating the two of them at once.

Yan Mo stared at Alejandro for a few seconds: "You're getting fat again."

"What?!" The old man exclaimed, and then he seemed to realize that his boss was also beside him.

"Thank you for sending my little angel!" He said to Yan Mo, and then asked Jiang Yun: "Do you think I'm fat?"

With a straight face, Yan Mo turned to Jiang Yun's other side, not bothering to talk to the old man.

The bad old man is still talking to Jiang Yun: "Maria's cooking skills have improved again, it's too bad, I can't help eating more than the doctor's advice, Maria is also very happy when I hear that you are coming Glad, she has prepared a traditional Milanese meal for you tonight, which is a little different from your country, but I believe you will like it too."

Jiang Yun also replied happily: "I miss Maria very much too."

After he returned to China, he kept in touch with Maria and exchanged gifts on certain festivals every year. But after all, it had been a long time since he had seen her. He also missed that warm and gentle Italian mother, and of course her good craftsmanship.

After the relaxed and pleasant dinner, the old man wiped his lips pretentiously and tidied his beard before chatting with Jiang Yun about this year's autumn and winter fashion week.

"An old guy also wants to invite you to his show, the finale, are you interested?" Alejandro asked.

Leaving aside the bloody grievances between Yves Saint Laurent and Karl the Great, the fashion industry as a whole is still a very close circle. Most of the outstanding design masters appreciate each other, and they are also willing to jointly launch Shining T-shirts. Fashion models on the catwalk, leading the trend of the next season.

The best supermodel should be the focus of several big shows, and will also be a popular concrete symbol in the next season.

"Your neutral temperament and mysterious oriental charm are your greatest weapons," the old man urged him, "Although this circle looks tolerant and open, it is actually very closed and conservative, but once you gain a foothold, It will be much easier for your brand to enter in the future.”

Jiang Yun nodded. When he agreed to the old man's invitation, he did have this consideration in mind.

"Then it's a deal, I'll take you to see that old guy tomorrow." Alejandro patted the table to finalize Jiang Yun's next itinerary.

Yan Mo couldn't help coughing on the side.

"Oh, boss! Why are you still here!" The old man exaggeratedly shouted, "Did you eat with us just now? Mamma Mia, I didn't notice you at all."

Maria came over and patted the old man jokingly: "Of course he is with us, what's wrong with you."

"With the cute little angel here, other unimportant people are ignored. Of course, my beloved Maria, you are definitely the most important." The old man's mouth was almost covered with honey, which made his wife laugh loudly laugh.

At the end of the sentence, he touched his nose in embarrassment.

After coming out, Jiang Yun asked him curiously: "Did you offend Alessandro?"

"Probably made him dissatisfied," Yan Mo shrugged helplessly, "I seldom come to Milan recently, and Percy's affairs are all entrusted to him. The old man doesn't seem very happy."

Of course he won't be happy!Jiang Yun instantly understood Alessandro's resentment for being dumped.The eccentric old man, a self-proclaimed artist, has never been the most impatient with vulgarity, let alone bothering him with company trivialities.

Jiang Yun could only pat Jiang Yun's shoulder comfortingly: "With his temper, you will still have to suffer these few days."

At the end of the sentence, he shrugged helplessly.

The next day, when the two arrived at the company, it was Jiang Yun who turned black first.

They had just entered Perxi's gate when a young oriental boy flew out and hugged Yan Mo: "Brother Yan, long time no see!"

Yan Mo tore the boy off his body with a black line on his face, and Jiang Yun recognized him at a glance: Yan Jian!

Yan Jian was still wearing a loose kimono, because of too much movement, the collar was slanted open, revealing half of the white shoulders, and the expression on his face was innocent and pitiful: "Brother Yan, why did you come here? You have been here for a long time! This place is full of foreigners, I am so scared!"

Yan Mo frowned: "Who are you?"

"Brother Yan, you're joking with me again. I'm Ah Jian," he said with a grin. "Last year's New Year's gift, you even bought me my favorite scarf, but now you play this kind of game , I will not be fooled by you!"

Yan Mo's assistant has always been in charge of the New Year's gifts for family relatives, and Yan Mo has no memory at all.

When he heard the name, he remembered that this was Miss Lu's adopted son, an annoying spirit.

He only frowned, and reprimanded in a very majestic tone like the head of the family: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to be a model." Yan Jian walked around in front of Yan Mo, showing off her fair neck and graceful figure, "Brother Yan, am I pretty?"

Yan Mo didn't look at him at all, just nodded perfunctorily, and greeted Jiang Yun: "Let's go to the old man's studio first."

As soon as Jiang Yun saw Yan Jian, he felt uncomfortable all over. He quickly took a look at this young man in kimono who looked as soft as a different person, and quickly followed Yan Mo.

"Wait! Brother Yan, who is this guy!" Yan Jian arrogantly stopped in front of the two of them, "He looks rustic, Brother Yan, don't you think I~ is the most suitable model?"

"I don't think so." Yan Mo replied simply and directly, and then led Jiang Yun around him, leaving only Yan Jian stomping angrily behind.

Yan Jian was sullen for a long time, when suddenly, a tall blond man came over and called him, "Jane, it's time for you to try on clothes."

"I know, I know," Yan Jian replied impatiently in Italian, "Do you recognize the oriental man who walked with Yan Mo just now?"

"Jiang Yun, of course I know," the blond man smiled foolishly, "He caused a sensation last year..."

"I know this," Yan Jian interrupted him impatiently, "I want to ask, why is he with brother Yan Mo? Are they familiar?"

"I heard that they live together," the blond man replied without any thought, "should be very familiar."

"Live together?" Yan Jian's expression turned cold all of a sudden, "With that kind of untouchable?"

The blond man was stunned: "I thought there was no distinction between nobles and pariahs in your country."

"Of course." Yan Jian puffed out her chest proudly, "I am a descendant of an aristocrat, and I am naturally different from that kind of person."

The blond man nodded stupidly.

"I'm the absolute focus on this year's runway. That kind of person should be trampled in the dust by me." Yan Jian was full of confidence.

The blond man was completely silent.

"It's really tiring to get along with weird oriental people." He muttered helplessly in his heart.

Alessandro was already in the studio. The always energetic old man liked to work in the early morning, and even his assistants were unlucky.

According to his words, the morning sun, rain, and even the yawns of his assistants can inspire him continuously——Jiang Yun believes that his assistants will never be happy when they hear this.

"Little angel, you are here!" The old man greeted Jiang Yun happily, and gave him a last look by the way.

"By the way, you take care of this pile of things!" He turned around, picked up a large pile of documents on the table, and stuffed them all into Yan Mo, then clapped his hands easily, "I took the little angel out!"

Yan Mo held this pile of troubles, and before he even had time to make a sound, he saw two people going straight out the door.

He shrugged helplessly, found a place to sit down honestly, and began to deal with official duties.

Not long after, the door of the studio was carefully pushed open, and Yan Jian sneaked in with his head.

"Brother Yan, brother Yan, what are you doing?" he called softly.

Yan Mo raised his head: "You are?"

"Brother Yan, you always like to play this game, so cute," Yan Jian smiled, "Me, Yan Jian!"

"Oh." Yan Mo nodded, ignored him, and lowered his head to deal with business.

Yan Jian poked her head over, glanced at the densely packed Italian text on the document, and said innocently and admiringly: "Brother Yan, you are really good, you can understand all these things, I heard that you have a high status in Percy?"

At the end of the sentence, he answered him casually: "I am just a translator, these things are commercial secrets, you can't read them."

He gestured to Jane to take a few steps back.

"I don't believe it!" Yan Jian pouted, and took a small step back reluctantly, "As you are, do you need to be an interpreter here?"

He probed his head again for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything clearly.

Yan Jian curled her lips and said, "Brother Yan, Percy's dormitory environment is terrible, and I actually need to share a bathroom with a smelly and dirty bastard. I heard you have a house nearby? I to live with you."

At the end of the sentence, I was a little annoyed: "There is no vacant room."

"Just drive that little scumbag out, he is not worthy of living with Brother Yan!" Yan Jian said naturally, "I am your relative."

Yan Mo frowned, finally put down the pen, looked at Yan Jian: "Your name is..."

"Yan Jian! This game is not fun at all!" Yan Jian pretended to be annoyed.

"Mr. Yan Jian," Yan Mo looked at him solemnly: "I don't know you well, please call me by my name directly from now on, and, compared to you, Jiang Yun is more qualified to live in my house, understand? Now, please get out and don't disturb my work."

Yan simply stood there without saying a word, only his chest rose and fell violently.

"Please get out." Yan Mo said again.

"You will regret it, you will definitely regret it!" Two bubbles of tears quickly gathered in Yan Jian's eyes, and the brimming tears did not fall, "You will regret saying that to me today!"

"I don't know you at all." Yan Mo said, lowered his head, and quickly wrote a few words on the document.

Yan Jian's tears flowed down, moistening her pink and white cheeks, but it's a pity that no one appreciates this lovely and pitiful appearance at all.

He wiped his eyes and cried on the spot for a while, but still didn't get any comfort, and finally ran away sobbing.

Yan Mo raised his head with a frown, thought for a while, and decided to call his assistant now, and then send gifts to relatives, and he must get rid of the one called Yan Jian.

"It's really inexplicable." He shook his head.