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This is kissing with roses, right? !

The rich fragrance of roses rushed into Wang Ping's nose, and it seemed to push him back, causing him to bounce half of his ass.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo's lips with a rose stem in his mouth, moist and blood-colored, and the curve looked very kissable.

Wang Ping's neck, which was not covered by the liquid foundation, instantly turned red.

"Don't, don't move!" The photographer yelled in disappointment, and waved his hand at Wang Ping, "Go back, go back! Keep the way you were just now, that's just right!"

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping subconsciously looked at Ji Zou, only to see Ji Zou raised his eyes slightly, with a smile that was not a smile, a look that invited you into the urn.

Wang Ping took a light breath, and then mustered up the courage to press his lips against the rose petals.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou, his expression couldn't help being a little embarrassed; Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping gently with quiet eyes.

The photographer clicked the shutter, nodded with satisfaction, and picked it up for Holt to see.

The theme of Aurora's next season is liveliness and calmness. In this photo, Wang Ping represents the fresh and youthful part, while Ji Zou is calm. The two are connected by a rose, and the story is full of sense.

Holt watched several previews, pointed to one of them, raised his head and asked again: "A movement like this, do another one."

Wang Ping: "..."

One was enough, but in the end, another one was needed. Wang Ping was about to find a prop when he suddenly felt a light bump on the side of his face.

The thing that hit him was as soft as satin, with a fragrance, and it was the rose he had kissed just now.

In the cameraman's shot, Ji Zou held up a rose and pressed it against Wang Ping's side face, while he closed his eyes and kissed the stem of the rose.

Just like the kiss just now was a kiss across a rose.

Ji Zuo's movements seemed to be kissing Wang Ping's side face through the rose.

Compared with a real kiss, this kind of space has an ambiguous feeling of restraint, which makes people more itchy.

Wang Ping felt that the roses against his face were unusually hot.

Wang Ping's heart was beating wildly, but he still closed his eyes dedicatedly and showed a smile of enjoyment.

"OK, OK!" Both the photographer and Holt were very satisfied, "Go change your makeup, we're ready to take a set."

Wang Ping opened his eyes, and instead of leaving in a hurry, he took a look at Ji Zou.

Ji Zuo lowered his head and stared at the rose—maybe because he made a few shapes out of it, but the rose was actually a little wilted, not too fresh.

Wang Ping's beating heart hadn't completely calmed down yet, he looked at Ji Zou with anxiety.

According to his understanding of Ji Zuo, this flower should be given to him... I guess.

Wang Ping watched as Ji Zuo pulled off a rose petal and casually threw it aside.

The roses that were used as a delivery tool for their kiss just now fell to the ground, not to mention giving it away, it was thrown without mercy.

Wang Ping: "..."

Ji Zu took out a pack of tissues, and was about to put the rose petals in it, when he suddenly noticed a bunch of...a bit sad eyes.

"Brother Wang Ping?" Ji Zuo asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wang Ping glanced at the roses left beside him, shrugged his shoulders pretending to be indifferent, "I'm going to change my clothes!"

·

The two of them changed four sets of clothes in total. They took pictures from early morning to dark, and ended the filming at seven o'clock in the evening.

Next on the itinerary was a dinner with Holt - the most prestigious restaurant in Parisian high circles.

Hey, but no matter how famous it is, it’s eating with Party A. It’s more or less the nature of work. After work is over, it’s work again. Wang Ping cheered up and went out to say hello to Huot.

"Hot." Wang Ping said, "Let's go now?"

"and many more."

Holt's cell phone rang just in time, and he waved his hand to signal Wang Pingping for a moment before walking out of the room and answering the phone.

After a while, Holt walked in, his face a little unhappy.

"An urgent important meeting was suddenly interrupted just now." Holt said, "I can't have dinner with you tonight."

Wang Ping subconsciously bent the corners of his mouth, then quickly pressed down the corners of his mouth, and said with deep pain: "I'm very sorry."

Holt raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do I think you are happy?"

"Absolutely not." Wang Ping continued to maintain his grief.

"Hmph, forget it." Huot looked proudly at Ji Zuo who had just changed into the black suit he brought.

Ji Zou was talking to the staff, his freshly washed black hair drooped slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were quite handsome.

Huot looked at Ji Zou, then at Wang Ping, and felt that his vision was really good, and he was able to choose two people who were so suitable for the brand.

Holt looked at the two of them for a while, and said proudly: "I'm just an old devil in the fashion industry, and of course I can't compare to the new actor."

"hey-hey."

"Don't smirk." Huot tapped Wang Ping's chest with his cane, and said cheerfully, "Go out on a date and have fun."

·

Wang Ping really wanted to correct Hult - the term "dating" should not be used indiscriminately in the context of Chinese people! !

But Huot didn't give Wang Ping a chance to correct him. After he finished speaking, he walked away and went back to the company for a meeting.

When Wang Ping and Ji Zuo left the studio and went outside, the sky in Paris was already completely dark and it was raining lightly.

"Boss, umbrella." Tang Jialin immediately held up the umbrella and handed it to Ji Zou. Ji Zou took it, thanked him lightly, and lifted it to his head.

Wang Ping looked at the black umbrella above Ji Zuo's head, ignored the umbrella handed over by his assistant, and even took a step into the rain.

Before the rain had time to stain Wang Ping's hair by an inch, the top of Wang Ping's head was already covered by a black umbrella.

"Together?" Ji Zou asked.

Wang Ping raised his head, suppressed the successful smile on the corner of his mouth, and nodded: "Together, it happened that I didn't bring an umbrella."

Behind Wang Ping and Ji Zou, Wang Ping's assistant, who was just about to open a folding umbrella, silently glanced at Tang Jialin and gave him his own umbrella.

Did not bring.

If the boss said he didn't bring it, he didn't bring it.

Tang Jialin looked at the extra umbrella in his hand, resigned himself to his fate, and asked, "Boss, where are you going now? I'll find the driver and bring the car over here?"

Ji Zuo didn't answer, just looked at the person hiding under his umbrella.

"where do you want to go?"

"Actually... Paris is not very big." Wang Ping said, "I know everyone within a radius of ten miles, so I don't need a driver or an assistant... right?"

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou expectantly: "Just the two of us going out to play, what do you think?"

Ji Zou was noncommittal, looked back at Tang Jialin, and smiled: "You can go back."

Tang Jialin: "..."

Tang Jialin and Wang Ping's assistant looked at each other, opened the umbrella that originally belonged to Wang Ping, and left silently in the rain.

Seeing the back of the two people leaving, Ji Zou asked: "Where do you want to go?"

"Are you hungry?" Wang Ping said, "How about taking you to a small restaurant that is absolutely delicious? It's not far from here."

"Listen to Brother Wang Ping's arrangement."

Holding an umbrella, Ji Zou followed Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took pictures of planes for a whole day, and he didn’t feel very tired at this time, he chatted with Ji Zou energetically: “I discovered this small shop when I came to shoot vogue for the first time. Famous, but I just love it."

Wang Ping took Ji Zuo away from the main road, walked into an alley, and walked to the right at the fork.

"At that time, I thought, if I have a friend who likes... come to Paris in the future, then I will definitely take him to eat."

The corners of Ji Zuo's lips curved slightly.

I'm afraid it's not a friend I like, but a person I like.

Wang Ping knew that he had spoken too quickly and said a very ambiguous word, but for some reason, he didn't feel embarrassed, but rather excited.

It was his first time to shoot vogue in Paris, and he was not as familiar with it as he is now. He kept his heart beating wildly all day long. After the shooting, he didn't want Ji Zeyang to accompany him anyway, and went out to find a shop by himself.

Since then, Wang Ping will come to this restaurant to eat every time he comes to Paris, and he also plans to bring someone he likes to eat there one day in the future.

"Go this way." Wang Ping pulled Ji Zuo to turn a corner, turned his head and smiled at him, "Not far, just ahead."

Ahead is the end of the alley, Ji Zuo looked at the dim lights in the deep alley, and vaguely felt something was wrong, but he didn't say anything.

Two minutes later, Wang Ping took Ji to the door of his favorite store, and looked at a big rusty lock on the wooden door.

Wang Ping stepped out of the umbrella in a daze, stood in the rain, and looked at an old yellowed notice posted on the wooden door——

In October last year, the boss went to another place for family reasons.

"I still want to..." Wang Ping stood in the rain, the rain wetted the hair on the top of his head, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.

The place where he wanted to bring the person he liked to eat had disappeared before he knew it.

"I've been to Paris, too."

While Ji Zou was speaking, the big black umbrella covered Wang Ping's head again.

"I was 16 years old that year, not long after I won the Venice Best Actor Award." Ji Zou raised his hand and placed it on top of Wang Ping's head, "At that time, I just had a little money, enough to eat at all the restaurants I wanted to go to in Paris." .”

"Then choose the one that I think is the best, and list it as a restaurant that I want to take people I like to eat in the future."

Ji Zuo lightly rubbed Wang Ping's hair, took away all the water droplets from his head, and patted his head lightly.

"So now." Ji Zuo asked gentlemanly, "Can you please accompany me to that restaurant for dinner?"

·

When Ji Zuo and Wang Ping walked out of the alley, the rain became a bit heavy, Ji Zuo pulled Wang Ping over and let him lean against him, the two of them clinging to each other to avoid getting wet by the rain.

After walking for less than 10 minutes, Ji Zuo and Wang Ping walked into a restaurant under the umbrella shed. The waiter came to collect the umbrella and arranged for them a place facing the street where they could watch the rain.

This is not a niche Michelin star restaurant.

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still many people in the restaurant.

The waiter brings over two menus and a bell, and after ordering, you can ring the bell to call him.

Ji Zuo stretched out his hand: "Brother Wang Ping, give me your menu."

"it is good."

Wang Ping immediately handed the menu to Ji Zou, and only after giving it did he ask, "Why?"

"I want to order for you." Ji Zou looked through the menu, and pointed to Wang Ping a steak set meal in the upper right corner, "When I came to Paris for the second time, I tried all the dishes in this restaurant. , I picked this set meal and wanted to give it to someone I like in the future."

Beautiful scented candles were lit on the dining table, and the redness of Wang Ping's face was not so obvious under the warm candlelight.

"Okay." Wang Ping said, "You decide."

Ji Zou smiled, and called the waiter over; the waiter could not speak English, so Ji Zou simply pointed to the menu a few times, and after ordering everything, he returned the two menus to the waiter.

This restaurant is not slow to serve food. Soon, the waiter brought up a foie gras and a steak.

Wang Ping originally thought that the foie gras was from Ji Zou, but the waiter brought another steak and foie gras and put it in front of Ji Zou.

Wang Ping didn't move his knife and fork, he was a little confused: "This shop's steak set... comes with foie gras?"

It feels like a magical operation of buying rice and giving dumplings.

"Well, no." Ji Zuo smiled, "This is a new product they launched this year, which was not on the menu before."

"Oh."

"Do you know why I order this dish?"

Wang Ping had just picked up the knife and fork and was about to cut the beef. He paused and asked, "Why?"

"Because there are always some pasts that won't be here." Ji Zuo pulled Wang Ping's steak plate and patiently cut it for him, "But, I will always accompany you to a better future."

·

Wang Ping actually understood that Ji Zuo was afraid that he would still be a little concerned about the matter just now.

Actually, Wang Ping... doesn't really mind.

His mind is bigger than a black hole, and he forgot what happened just now if he had something delicious.

but……

Wang Ping felt that he might never forget the steak and foie gras tonight, as well as what Ji Zuo said just now.

The two ate slowly, and when they finished eating, it was almost midnight.

The shop is about to close, and there are almost no people on the street outside the shop; when the rainstorm stopped suddenly, the streets of Paris were filled with mist, and it was very quiet.

Wang Ping and Ji Zou left the shop, throwing the umbrella to Ji Zou, Wang Ping wore leather shoes, lifted his suit trousers, and stepped on puddles on the road to play.

Wake up tomorrow morning and have work.

But Wang Ping didn't know how to say——

He didn't really want the day to end.

"Give."

Wang Ping was still treading water in front of Ji Zuo, when suddenly, something cold and sweet touched his lips.

Wang Ping stopped and looked at the thing touching his lips.

"What is it?"

"Ice cream." Ji Zuo put the ice cream in Wang Ping's hand, "Wait here for me—I'll definitely be back after eating the ice cream."

"Oh."

Wang Ping didn't ask Ji where he bought the ice cream, and licked that ice cream with peace of mind.

He guessed that Ji Zou was going to the toilet. He saw the sign of the public toilet just now.

Wang Ping walked towards the railing by the river, ready to take a look at the scenery and wait for the season to leave.

Wang Ping put his elbows on the railing, overlooking the Seine River reflecting the street lights; the ice cream melted in his mouth, with a very rich milky and sweet taste.

The sweetness wraps Wang Ping's tongue tightly, bringing an indescribable sense of security.

Wang Ping looked at the river, and his heart was also very quiet—this trip to Paris was the happiest time for him. He used to come here by himself every time, so he was not alone, but if he compared it with the present, it would not be fun at all.

But it's not fun right now.

Ji Zuo disappeared.

At this moment, a gust of wind chimes suddenly sounded in the distance.

Wang Ping turned his head and saw Ji Zuo holding something in his hand, walking out of a small shop with lights in the distance.

Wang Ping narrowed his eyes, but he still couldn't see what Ji Zuo was holding.

A few minutes later, as Ji walked closer, he walked under a cluster of lights, and Wang Ping finally saw clearly——Ji Zuo was holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

Holding the rose in his hands, Ji Zuo walked up to Wang Ping and handed the rose to him.

"Does it look good?"

"……nice."

The bouquet of roses was so fresh it felt like they had just been picked from the garden, with drops of water rolling off the petals with every step I took.

Very beautiful roses.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping and said with a smile, "I carefully selected the best-looking flowers from the flower shop, wrapped them in the best packaging, bought them specially, and gave them to special people."

"It's not the kind of roses that are randomly picked up from the studio floor."

Ji Zuo held up the rose and sent it to Wang Ping: "This is what I really want to give you."

·

"I just... just sent flowers."

Although Wang Ping said so, he unceremoniously took the bouquet of roses from Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo smiled: "Today is different from that day."

"Because I shot vogue?"

"Because I like you more today than yesterday."

"My God—"

Just as Wang Ping was about to answer, he heard an exclamation from the side.

"Am I not mistaken??" A female voice said, "I...I met my idol, the actor...the actor gave him roses???"

The author has something to say: I finally delivered this most clichéd flower -v-

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