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Ever since his daughter complained angrily to himself, saying that she was let go by a model agency when she was stripped down to only a pair of underwear, Xia Weiming felt a strange sense of reverence for Fang Fu Nong.The way he talked to him also changed along with this state of mind, and he became inexplicably cautious, as if he was afraid that the other party would embarrass him by using the not-so-standard Shaanxi dialect again.

Xia Weiming's daughter has oriental features and European style. She is really a good seed for a model.The photographers were waiting to try something new, but they were suddenly stopped when they didn't want to, so they all secretly complained that Fang Funong was worse than Hua Jian's drinking.But Mr. Public Relations knows how to accept it when he sees it. Not only did he never mention this issue again, but he also called Xia Weiming "Andrew" proactively and courteously, as if there had never been any feud between the two of them.

For Mi Ya's fashion blockbuster, Xia Weiming's suggestion is to invite a well-known American pop artist to complete it together.Jeff Albers, known as "Contemporary Picasso", has successfully cooperated with Swatch and Dior respectively, and launched limited edition watches and autumn and winter women's clothing with his own paintings as design elements. Even Swatch's stock price soared more than once.

Xia Weiming has a close friendship with him, and he plans to ask Alberts to paint directly on Tanger's body to shoot a blockbuster, and launch the color makeup series ColorMiya with his painting as the theme.At the same time, Alberts, who is a color master and has a unique aesthetic vision, will also predict the color trend for three consecutive years, and draw up the main color system of make-up in different seasons for Miya.

Xia Weiming believes that Tang E's aptitude is worthy of sculpture, just like Andy Warhol's Monroe, he will be made by Ebbers into a magnificent but approachable stunner.

This idea is brilliant and extraordinary, but Fang Funong boldly put forward his own ideas based on it: Chinese people generally don’t know much about pop art, so naturally they won’t buy into this world-renowned pop artist, but Chinese people generally don’t understand pop art. With a strong national consciousness, if an advertising blockbuster can trigger the opposition between two arts and even two countries, the attention of the public will be unprecedentedly high.Therefore, he suggested to shoot fashion blockbusters with two themes, one still focuses on the pop elements with exaggerated colors, and the other focuses on the ancient style of ink painting with Chinese characteristics, and produce two sets of cosmetics based on this.And Tang E himself is of mixed race, so it is perfect for him to interpret this sense of opposition between East and West.

There is no doubt that there is selfishness in this proposal.Jeff Albers' contact with Xia Weiming is naturally unprofitable. Fang Fuonong knew many artists from the Chinese Artists Association when he was in business. It is also possible that a few words can follow your wishes.

After Fang Funong and Xia Weiming had completed many details of their trip to the Netherlands, it was already past six o'clock in the morning.He played all night yesterday and woke up to work again after not sleeping for a few minutes. He was really tired at the moment. He turned around and saw Zhan Yifei on the bed still sleeping wrapped in a quilt, breathing evenly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, sleeping naturally Really, there is still such a manly and charming attitude.

I thought it was a blessing to be able to eat and sleep, so the man standing by the bed got on the bed, opened a corner of the quilt and got in—he was clearly asleep, but Fang Funong just came in, and Zhan Yifei moved forward Move, take the initiative to give up some space behind you.

This kid was naked, and his body was cold and slippery. Fang Funong touched the smooth waistline and plump buttocks for a while, then slightly lifted Zhan Yifei's head, letting him sleep on it. On one arm, he wrapped his arms around him with the other.

Only then did he hug him fully, Zhan Yifei, who had his back turned to him, turned around, buried his head in his neck, and rubbed his face with his hair.

Fang Funong would be too dull if he couldn't remember that this kid was going to block him from the door right now.Earlier, he had some doubts in his heart, but he was just busy making money to pay off his debts, so he didn't think about it transparently.In fact, the third son who was forced into the palace, the illegitimate child who was abandoned, the alley was filled with the mundane smell of food, rice, oil, salt, and gossip from every household. If there are other women with similar backgrounds, they will definitely not be able to escape from being a group of people. Object.

Fang Funong hugged Zhan Yifei tightly, and put his lips behind his ear.

Hey, lucky you idiot.He curled his lips and said softly, before I go to South Africa, no one can touch your Miya.

Sunlight slipped in from behind the curtains, the two of them hugged each other tightly, greedy for the comfort of rubbing each other's skin, and fell asleep.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhan Yifei woke up first.Although I woke up once in the middle of the night, the aftertaste in my body was still there at that time, and I didn't feel any other feelings. At this moment, the pleasure of wanting to live and die has disappeared, leaving only mottled and sore all over my body.

Walking into the bathroom, I washed off the smell of sweat on my body and the sticky feeling between my legs, and then I took a long time under the shower before I came out.There are many traces of love left on the body, which should not fade away for a while.

Fang Funong also woke up, lazily leaning against the head of the bed, and did not get up.The smell of a night of joy has not dissipated, and it is even more pungent and attractive after being exposed to the hot and bustling sun.At that time, they were all in a daze, but now they are fully conscious, they feel that what happened is absurd. The two looked at each other as if they were strangers, and then one of them said, "Get up and cook, I'm hungry."

The stomach is empty, and the refrigerator is actually empty.

"There's nothing to eat." Zhan Yifei frowned, pouted like a child, "Not happy."

Fang Funong, who came out of the bathroom, squeezed the boy's buttocks, "Go buy cooking materials."

In hypermarkets, it is rare to see such two tall and handsome men pushing carts and walking side by side.Soon someone whispered, so handsome, he must be a star.

Isn't that the one in "Love Like Fireworks"...

Fang Fu Nong looked at the pair of women who looked like mother and daughter who were whispering, and he kept some distance from them, and replied seriously: "No."

Zhan Yifei suppressed the raised corner of his mouth, and deliberately said with a cold face: "I didn't ask you."

"A man will never choose to be silent in the face of insults." Fang Funong licked his lips and smiled, looked down and saw the instant noodles that Zhan Yifei threw into the car, and couldn't help asking in surprise, "Why did you buy this?"

"Can you cook anything else?" Zhan Yifei asked quite logically. Although he can cook some home-cooked dishes, he prefers to cook instant noodles when he wants to save trouble.

Fang Funong returned the large bag of instant noodles in the cart to its original place, raised his hand and twisted Zhan Yifei's cheeks that were barely palpable, "No wonder you are so skinny, instant noodles are not nutritious." He smiled Said, "Stay with me for a while, and keep you fat."

They bought vegetables, steaks, prawns, and other fresh ingredients. This man pays great attention to the quality of life, dresses well, and never sloppy in eating. If you have the opportunity to cook by yourself, it must be a feast of sea and land with delicious flavors, and even the tableware and plate presentation are perfect.

"You really are..." Zhan Yifei couldn't help being speechless when he saw that the cart was filled with difficult-to-cook ingredients, "Is there anyone else in this world that you don't know?"

"I used to have a female companion." He didn't say "girlfriend" but only "female companion", because it is true that apart from some friendship between the bed, there is no normal contact. "She is a flight attendant who flies an international flight. Occasionally, she would come to my house, and she is proficient in cooking from all over the world, and during the time I was with her, I ate all over the world, and naturally I learned a lot from her."

"Friends in sex?" After a pause, Zhan Yifei asked, "Why didn't you marry her?"

"She's married."

"Then why did you break up again?"

"She said she wanted a divorce." Thinking of that beautiful woman and her cooking, Fang Funong shook his head and sighed regretfully, "What a pity."

"You're such a rascal, you want to take advantage but you don't want to take responsibility." Zhan Yifei's face suddenly darkened, with an expression of unhappiness for some reason.

"Every night I drive at full speed and give 100%, so in fact she is taking advantage of me." Fang Funong's brows are frivolous, and she doesn't think she is shameless at all, "As adults, comfort each other when you are lonely, don't take it seriously .”

The two of them pushed the cart to the candy section, and Zhan Zhan, who had been keeping a cold face, suddenly said, "I don't like people playing tricks on me, and I hate people lying to me even more."

The other party said this more than once, Fang Funong slightly raised his eyebrows and chuckled, the meaning was obvious: Are there still few people who lie to you?

"I don't care about the deceptions of those strangers." Of course, Zhan Yifei understood Fang Funong's disapproval, holding a can of candy in his hand, and continued with a blank expression, "I am better than most of the people I know. If a person has money, he should think of me as giving money to the poor, rewarding servants, or just raising a dog. But the person I like can’t lie to me.”

"Your logic is very strange."

"It's nothing strange." After a long pause, he said, "My mother is like that."

Fang Funong did not answer, and waited patiently for the other party to finish speaking.

"I found out that something was wrong with her that day. Although she had been very wrong for a while, I never saw her eyes that day. The strange thing is that I just got a perfect score in mathematics a few days ago, but I didn't tell her. Among them, I had a hunch that I would save this perfect score until her worst time, tell her, and keep her. So I took out the paper and told her that there were only three perfect marks in the class this time, and I It was one of them. She praised me and gave me a smile, then said she was going to buy breakfast and went out."

Zhan Yifei squeezed the tin can of candy tightly in his hand, his body trembled slightly, and veins appeared on the back of his hands due to too much force.

"She didn't come back?"

"It was only a little bit... Just a little bit, I yelled at her back, telling her not to go... But I trust her too much, I always feel that I just got a perfect score in the exam, and she has no reason to lie to me..." Zhan Yifei paused again, took a deep breath, and then threw tin boxes of candies into the shopping cart one after another, "I don't like cheating, and I won't give another chance to someone I deeply like and Those who believe lie to me."

The shopping cart was almost filled with this kind of tin box candy, which is rare on the market. The boy pursed the corner of his mouth very cutely, "Let's go, check out."