Can Gu qiaoyue not know the little 99 in her heart?
She played with the water cup in her hand, glanced sideways at Si Moyan, looked up at Ma Lin with a sneer, and didn't speak, but the mockery in her eyes made Ma Lin very uncomfortable.
"Why doesn't Miss Zhang speak?" she said again.
Gu qiaoyue raised her eyebrows and said, "what are you talking about?"
"You... Of course..."
She looked at Si Moyan and her voice decreased: "I hope he Yan can participate in the bidding meeting in two days. It's helpful to you..."
"No," Si Moyan said coldly.
Of course he saw the woman's hostility to Gu qiaoyue. As long as she was hostile to Gu qiaoyue, of course he had to be careful.
The first wife is the biggest. You can't make your wife unhappy for an inexplicable woman.
After his cold refusal, he smiled at Gu Qiao yuechong. Seeing that the hot water in her cup was gone, he eagerly added some to her.
Looking at the two people who desperately show their love in front of her, Ma Lin suddenly felt that she was a joke here.
She is the eldest lady of the Beckett family. When was she rejected again and again.
She also has her own pride.
But the more the man puts her pride under his feet again and again, the more unwilling she is.
She finally couldn't help but also maintain her etiquette as the eldest miss of the Beckett family. She glared at Gu qiaoyue, snorted coldly, and directly got up and left.
Watching her leave, Gu qiaoyuepi looked at Si Moyan with a smile: "you really have an advantage."
"It really has nothing to do with me." Si Moyan quickly explained.
"Ha ha......" Gu qiaoyue rolled her eyes with a sneer.
Si Moyan was more worried and directly took her hand:
"You have to believe me. I can't tell. As soon as she came up, she said I had saved her life and wanted to repay her kindness. Don't you think I didn't agree?"
Gu qiaoyue rolled her eyes again.
"Wife, wife... You see, it's not my fault to look good. If you don't dislike it, I don't mind being ugly."
"If you're really angry, step on two more feet?"
Si Moyan approached her, explained sentence by sentence, and stretched his feet under her feet.
Gu qiaoyue glanced at him angrily: "I'm kidding, but what's the origin of the Beckett family?"
Si Moyan really didn't know this. He was about to say that when he went back and asked Zhang Lingyue to check, a voice suddenly came out: "you don't know, Beckett's family, that's the oldest family in country y."
"Are you?"
Looking at the man who suddenly appeared, Gu qiaoyue and Si Moyan looked at each other for a while.
They don't know this man.
"Cough, cough..."
The visitor immediately coughed a few times, sat solemnly opposite Gu qiaoyue, looked at her face and seriously introduced herself: "I'm Fran lu'ang, the chief designer of No.1 lu'ang. This one on you today is my favorite work 'falling angel'. You are the first person who can wear its charm, which really makes me..."
"I'm very excited. Really, when I saw you, I recognized you. You are my inspiration muse.
I really like you so much. I can't help but want to see you wear more of my works.
At the moment I saw you, there were countless inspirations hovering in my mind. I really can't wait to see them on you. You really surprised me... "
If you introduce yourself modestly at the beginning, it's like a different person later.
Fanatical, excited, looking at Gu qiaoyue's eyes are shining.
Such a fanatical look made Gu qiaoyue subconsciously step back: "well, Mr. Fran, can you calm down first."
"Er... OK, ok... I'm really excited, but you should understand me... I haven't seen an excellent model like you for a long time. You will be my inspiration Muse..."
Said Fran, excited again.
Gu qiaoyue hurriedly said, "calm down, calm down."
"Well, I'm sorry. It may have frightened you, but you have to believe me..."
Seeing him get excited again, Gu qiaoyue hurriedly said again, "I can understand your excitement. Designers are really excited when they are inspired... But I really want to say sorry. I'm not a model. It's also an accident to buy your dress."
"It's called the falling angel," Fran corrected.
Gu qiaoyue nodded hurriedly: "OK, it's called falling angel. It was really just an accident that I bought this' falling angel 'at that time. I just wanted to buy a dress for the banquet. It was just more suitable."
"Uh huh, totally understand." Fran nodded solemnly, but still looked at Gu qiaoyue excitedly.
Gu qiaoyue tried to explain again, "so I'm not a model or your inspiration muse."
"No, you are my inspiration muse. Looking at you, I have a steady stream of inspiration. The perfect oriental girl, you should stand on stage T. you were born for stage T."
Looking at Fran, who couldn't listen to the explanation, Gu qiaoyue helplessly helped her forehead: "I'm really not a model."
"It doesn't matter if you're not a model. As long as you stand up, you're a model."
As if he couldn't understand her, he was still immersed in his excitement, and his eyes still burst with light when he looked at Gu qiaoyue.
Gu qiaoyue lost her temper by his stubborn appearance and helplessly helped her forehead: "I'm really sorry."
She's not interested in modeling, and she never wanted to be the inspiration Muse of the designer. That's not her career, but the first topic she talked about since she came to the banquet hall today was her dress.
In her opinion, it's just a dress, but it's not that way in the eyes of people who know this "falling angel" in Fran and Y country.
It is not Fran's peak work, but the most controversial work. Since its launch, there are not 100 people and at least dozens of people who have tried it. Moreover, they are all top models and top golden celebrities, but no one can wear its brilliance.
Fran calmed down after Gu qiaoyue repeatedly said that he was not a model. He smiled and explained, "sorry, I may have been a little excited before. I made you laugh."
Gu qiaoyue shrugged and smiled: "it doesn't matter. By the way, does Mr. Fran know the Beckett family?"
The other party was so excited that she didn't dare to lead the topic to his major. Just before he mentioned the Beckett family.
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