When the sand sculpture attacked the script of the second generation of the fake rich

Chu Yan and An Xin cheerfully scanned the venue all over, and found a seat just before the start of the show.

"Brother Xie, can we go play for a while after it's over?" An Xin asked pitifully.

"Okay." Chu Yan readily agreed this time. It's a combination of work and rest. It's the first time for An Xin to go abroad, so he should have a look around and learn a lot.

"Really?" An Xin instantly became happy.

"This beautiful gentleman, if you want to play, I can be your guide."

At this time, a voice with a strange accent came.

An Xin turned his head, and saw the handsome mixed-race designer Fran sitting beside him, looking at him with a tender smile on his face.

An Xin blinked his eyes: "Sir, have you just learned Chinese? In Chinese, if you want to praise a man for being good-looking, you usually use handsome, handsome, and understand?"

Fran choked unexpectedly.

Seeing that he was silent, An Xin reflected on himself.

Although the foreigner made a mistake, it seemed too impolite to point it out directly, and it would damage the relationship between the two countries too much.

So I made a special reassurance: "It's okay, it's really easy to make mistakes when you first learn a foreign language. My foreign language is also average, but Chinese is better than you."

Fran felt like he had eaten a fly. He was a well-known beauty hunter, no matter how difficult it was to get a high mountain flower, he could get it. But what's the situation now?

"Uh...sorry, thank you for your testimonial." Not discouraged, Fran spread out another charming smile and followed An Xin's words.

"You're welcome." For the sake of harmonious diplomatic relations between the two countries, this is what he should do.

Seeing this, Fran made persistent efforts and said with a smile, "Will I have the honor to invite you to dinner after the show is over?"

An Xin blinked again: "You don't know much about Huaguo's culture, so I kindly remind you that Huaguo people don't usually eat with strangers casually, so it's fine if you meet me this time. Lady, if his boyfriend is still around, you might get beaten."

Fran:?

And the "boyfriend" Chu Yan who was sitting next to An Xin was holding back his laughter and going crazy, it feels so safe to fall in love with their family An An hahaha!

"I..." Fran wanted to struggle with his powerful teasing ability, but An Xin interrupted him first.

"Also, I have something I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Uh...please tell me."

An Xin looked at him and said solemnly, "You took my friend's place."

Fran: Huh?

As soon as he turned his head, Ma Jin was sitting next to him and looked at him quietly. Yes, he was still there, but he was a step slower, and the seat was taken away.

"The three of us are together, would you mind giving up your seat?" An Xin asked solemnly.

"Then... I'm sorry."

Fran changed places with Ma Jin in a daze.

After changing, An Xin let out a long sigh of relief.

Although he didn't particularly want to sit with Ma Jin, but that foreigner was too boring and annoying, so Ma Jin didn't talk at all.

After the buzzing flies disappeared, An Xin leaned against Chu Yan again, and whispered to Chu Yan with crooked eyes.

After Fran was separated, he slowly realized a question: Was he rejected?

Very good, no one has ever dared to ignore him, this young man has successfully caught his attention.

Fran sat down in front of An Xin with all his heart, stretched his arms back, posed a charming pose, and continued to strike up a conversation: "Are you interested in fashion design when you come to the show? What a coincidence, I am a fashion designer, and my works I am honored to be selected, maybe I can introduce you to you later."

An Xin frowned: Why is this person so secretive?Does he never find himself annoying?

However, he is also a costume designer?

An Xin pondered for a while: "Do you know bitter leaves?"

"Oh, I know a thing or two."

It was precisely because he knew Kuye that he came to strike up a conversation.

Since the last silent confrontation, Fran could no longer get the bitter leaves out of his heart.

He observed Kuye's design again and again, and every new design made his heart skip a beat.

What is surprising is not only Kuye's design level, but also his inexhaustible inspiration.

At the beginning, Fran still speculated in his mind that maybe Bitter Leaf is not a single person, but a group, and the Chinese are best at doing such things.

But Bitter Leaf's consistent romantic, majestic, bold and skillful personal style shows that this is indeed done by one person.

This is a rare costume design genius.

Even though Fran could use his superior status to despise this low-level designer, psychologically, he actually had an irrepressible sense of powerlessness towards this person.

He looked at An Xin, Kuye had never had an exclusive model, and this boy was an exception, the design could not hide his love, Kuye must be deeply in love with this boy.

But he didn't know that such a beautiful, shallow, and ignorant boy could be easily kidnapped, Fran thought maliciously.

An Xin's gaze finally focused on Fran.

Before, many people on the Internet mocked Brother Xie for being selected. Brother Xie was not selected, but he was selected. That is to say, he is a more "powerful" designer than Brother Xie.

An Xin looked at him a little unhappy: "It's just you? Are you as good as Bitter Leaf?"

The young man's angry expression was very good-looking, and it inspired Fran's hunter-like sense of competitiveness. He showed a charming smile: "There is no distinction between high and low in art. Everyone's soul has a unique color. If there is One day you are tired of bitter leaves, you can try to fall into my arms~"

"Your color looks very annoying." For some reason, An Xin was a little annoyed, so he didn't hide his thoughts anymore, go to the fucking diplomatic relations between the two countries, and want to hate this person!

The beauty was angry and charming, and Fran's heart became even more restless.Originally, he just wanted to stab Pain Ye's heart, but now he really wanted to get his hands on this prey and play with it.

If that plain white and pure face is dyed with other colors, it must look good.

So he tapped the back of the chair and said seductively, "Heh, if you don't try it, how would you know?"

Wow, he's really brave for digging the wall. Chu Yan applauded for him.

Smiling, he said, "There is no distinction between good and bad in art, but there are people. Otherwise, why so many designers were shortlisted for this award, but only one person can be the leader."

Fran turned his gaze to Chu Yan, but didn't pay attention to this person.

Judging from the watch he wears, this person can be regarded as a wealthy man with a relatively high status in Huaguo, but whether it is wealth, status, or talent, he cannot compare with himself who was born in a real top wealthy family. He is the same hunter as himself, but since he was born, he is not worthy to stand on the same track as himself.

Fran looked at Chu Yan with contempt and mockery: "You are right, so tonight I will pick off the fruit of victory..."

Said and looked at An Xin tenderly: "To this beautiful person."

An Xin's ten fingers contracted one by one and clenched into fists.

Although he has been obsessed with studying recently, Chu Yan is a person who pays great attention to the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, so An Xin's punching skills did not let An Xin down.

An Xin took a few deep breaths and tried his best to restrain himself. Speaking of which, the foreigner didn't actually say anything, so why did he get to the point where he had to beat someone?

Brother Xie is still watching, you can't be so irritable, what if Brother Xie misunderstands that he is a very violent person?

International influence, international influence, as a Chinese who understands the general situation, you must restrain yourself and be calm.

Sensing the tense backs of the people around him who were ready to go like cats with fur, Chu Yan put his hand on An Xin's clenched fist, nodded lightly one after another, and said with a smile: "Oh, then We will wait and see~”

Feeling the touch from Brother Xie, An Xin calmed down, and let out a soft hum from his nose.

Seeing this situation, Fran couldn't help but smile deeper. Could it be that his prey has already been captured by someone else?Ah, this is even more interesting.

Chu Yan looked at Fran with a smile.

It is said in the novel that Fran was once An Xin's suitor, but was snatched away by Shen Tian. What should Chu Yan say, thank you Shen Tian, ​​and accept all kinds of garbage?

But does An'an have some mysterious scum man absorbing buff?

Sure enough, it was right to urge him to study, otherwise what would he do if he was so stupid and was cheated away.You also need to practice your fists and feet. For a pervert like Fran, his fists are better.

Just like that, Fran, who was full of beautiful reveries, smiled at the two people who had prepared their fists, and everyone was happy.

The catwalk has begun.

The surrounding lights dimmed, only a starry sky sprinkled above the catwalk, reflecting the sparkle on the table full of broken diamonds.

The fit supermodel wears the masterpieces of designers selected from all over the world, and walks steadily on the ground full of stars. The beautiful clothes and beauties are dazzling.

When Fran's model appeared, he turned his head and looked at An Xin with a smile: "How about it, can I make your heart beat?"

An Xin couldn't take his eyes off it. Brother Xie is a great designer, so he needs to understand a little bit, so that he and Brother Xie can have more common language.

Unexpectedly, this guy is not finished yet, An Xin rolled his eyes.

Hehe, it's really cute.

Fran looked at the stage, his exquisite gold "war suit" was shining brightly, and he was determined to win this award.

There are different styles on the runway, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Any one is a visual enjoyment, and there is no superiority in art. If you want to choose one of them, even the audience will feel cruel.

An Xin was still watching seriously at first, but after so many people dangled in front of his eyes, his eyes were a little dizzy, and he yawned involuntarily.

"What, are you sleepy?" Chu Yan smiled.

An Xin suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "No, I'm not sleepy, it's quite interesting!"

Chu Yan rubbed his little head: "It's okay, I look sleepy too."

Hearing what Chu Yan said, An Xin became more energetic in an instant, and whispered flatteringly, "None of them are as good as Bitter Leaf, and Bitter Leaf is the best."

Damn, why did their An An suddenly become so good at it?

Chu Yan, who was praised, suddenly felt that he could do it again~

An Xin's big eyes swept across Chu Yan's face, and he quietly squeezed a smile: He found out, Brother Xie really likes others to praise him!

After replenishing energy from the person he liked, An Xin was able to continue watching. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The pitch-black skirt swept across the cold diamond table, and the billowing feathers were like a swaying dark soul. The moment it appeared, the light seemed to disappear.

Chu Yan also stared at the stage, and when he saw this feather coat, he evoked a smile.

Sensing An Xin's nervousness, Chu Yan held his hand: "What's wrong?"

An Xin tensed his back, almost showing his vigilance in battle, and held Chu Yan's hand back, as if he wanted to pull him behind him, and said incoherently: "It's so fierce and terrifying! It's watching, waiting... "

Not only An Xin, but also the sound of breathing in one after another. This "witch's feather coat" made everyone's hair stand on end.

After the horror, there is a huge exclamation and enthusiasm, which is so beautiful!

It seemed that only An Xin was still nervous.

Chu Yan couldn't help sighing, maybe the person who understands him best in this world is actually An Xin, that's right——

"It's watching, it's waiting."

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The author has something to say:

Don't be afraid of An'an, it will never spy on you with such eyes, except when you copy the answer.