Although Tianxue didn't want to sleep, she was too tired and had blood blisters on her feet, so she lay down for a while and then fell into a deep sleep.
Ji Moxuan sat aside and looked at Tianxue's sleeping face. He was a little sad. He couldn't say where he was sad. He just felt that his heart was very blocked. Half an hour passed quickly. A steward came to the lounge and knocked on the door. Ji Moxuan looked up and found that he
I also fell asleep, and I was really heartless.
Tianxue rubbed his face and looked at Ji Moxuan, who also had a hazy look on his face, and smiled: "Fortunately, you didn't leave. I'm still thinking about what I would do if you left while I was asleep."
"I said I won't leave, so I will never leave." Ji Moxuan scratched Tian Xue's nose and opened the door to the lounge.
By chance, Li Fuyuan and Nimolan were passing by this corridor, and the four of them bumped into each other at the door of the lounge, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Li Fuyuan nodded to Tianxue and Ji Moxuan, continued to sketch the details in the notebook, and said to Nimolan: "As you said, it's okay. After all, the lighting needs to match the clothes.
There has been something like this at Paris Fashion Week before..."
Nimolan didn't even look at Ji Moxuan and Tianxue. He listened intently to Li Fuyuan's explanation and just passed by the two people who were about to go out.
Ji Moxuan frowned, took Tianxue's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to the parade. Are your feet still uncomfortable? If they still hurt, I'll carry you."
Nimolan's hand visibly paused, and he turned his head. In his peripheral vision, Tianxue held Ji Moxuan's arm and smiled very happily: "Why am I willing to let you carry me? Just make me delicious food at night, reward me for your hard work.
I."
In the evening...make delicious food...it turns out that Ji Moxuan can also cook. The corners of Nimolan's mouth could not help but curve into a bitter arc.
Tianxue and Ji Moxuan came to Shangchang, and Ruan Muhong stood next to the director with his arms folded, occasionally making some suggestions. After Ji Moxuan sent Tianxue to the stage, he came to Ruan Muhong and asked: "What is the expected effect this year?
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"Your wife's clothes are great. It's hard to imagine how she could complete so many design drawings in just a few days. She is so talented." Ruan Muhong praised.
Ji Moxuan couldn't help but smile proudly, with bright eyebrows: "She has great potential, like a piece of jade."
"Fuyuan also described Nimolan like this," Ruan Muhong said disapprovingly, "This is the first time I've seen Fuyuan teach others so seriously. A dignified CEO actually came here to have fun."
Ji Moxuan didn't say anything.
Ruan Muhong smiled triumphantly and stopped talking. She just felt that Ji Moxuan was not exciting, and it was a waste of resources to go to the Tian family's woman to please him regardless of such a good wife.
Nimolan followed Li Fuyuan after walking around the field for a week, and they both walked towards Ruan Muhong and Ji Moxuan.
Ruan Muhong said to Li Fuyuan: "I can rest assured that I will leave this subordinate to you. Your original major is free of charge!"
"I haven't participated in it for several years. I'm afraid it's because of my hand failure." Li Fuyuan said humbly.
Ji Moxuan raised his eyebrows. How could he have forgotten that Li Fuyuan originally studied design and had his own ideas about the stage. He had won many design awards. If he hadn't taken over the Li family, he might be doing what he likes now.
's work.
"Anyway, you are much stronger than me. After one lap, my mind is full of the knowledge you taught me." Nimo Lan said lightly.
Li Fuyuan laughed so hard that his eyes rolled, and he said to Ruan Muhong and Nimolan: "You have been busy for so long, let's take a rest. I will buy something to drink and come back."
"I'll accompany you." Nimolan felt that he would be uncomfortable with Ji Moxuan around, so he quickly found a reason to leave. Then he felt that this reason was terrible, and couldn't help turning his back to everyone with wrinkles on his face.
Li Fuyuan was very happy. He took Nimolan's hand and walked towards the door. This was when Ji Moxuan finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He stepped forward and took Nimolan's hand from Li Fuyuan's: "
Nimolan, I have something to discuss with you, so come with me."
Ignoring her doubts, he pulled her all the way to the lounge, locked the door, and kissed her fiercely on the lips. His strength was so strong that it was as if he wanted to eat her into his stomach.
Nimo Lan grunted in pain.
Ji Moxuan opened his mouth and stared into Nimolan's eyes: "Do you have to show off your affection to Li Fuyuan in front of me? Do you have to embarrass me in public?"
"I don't!"
"You do! He held your hand, was alone with you, and talked and laughed. If this isn't embarrassing me, what is it?"
"If this is considered embarrassing to you, then what does it mean if you and Tianxue were holding hands intimately?" This time Nimolan had no choice but to break out. She lost control, and all the grievances in her heart poured out at once.
Ji Moxuan was stunned when he heard what she said.
He let go of Nimolan, but without looking away, he asked, "Do you mind Tianxue and me?"
"If I say I mind, will you believe it? Or do you believe it, but it doesn't matter at all? I am your wife, your wife, your lover. My every move is your face, but what about yours? If we cannot be equal,
Then don't restrain me. Moreover, the relationship between Mr. Li and I is not at all what you think. If Sister Hong hadn't asked him to teach me today, I would never have been alone with him! Are these explanations enough?
If you still don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it." After Nimolan said these words, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
She leaned against the wall and wiped her lower lips. The original lip gloss was messed up by kisses, so she wiped it with the back of her hand, and finally stood there in frustration, not moving, staring at the ground.
Ji Moxuan said softly: "I am responsible for Tianxue."
Nimolan raised her head suddenly. She couldn't understand what he was saying. She was his wife, Tianxue was just his past, why should he be responsible for the past?
Then, Ji Moxuan told Nimolan's puzzled answer: "Tianxue once conceived a child for me. After we separated, due to shock and pressure, I had a miscarriage at three months."
So that's it, Nimolan suddenly realized that it was not just first love, not just childhood sweethearts, but also a past that could not be cut off. Child, what a holy word, what ability did she have to win this word?
Nimolan smiled weakly: "Yes, I should be responsible. It's my fault. I shouldn't have said what I just said. You and I were meant to be separated. I should abide by... abide by..."
At this point, I suddenly couldn't speak anymore. I was choked and couldn't make a sound.
Ji Moxuan looked at Nimolan's look and felt very distressed, so he reached out to touch her, but was bypassed without leaving a trace.
After breathing for a while, Nimolan said: "I'm going out, Sister Hong is outside alone." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Ji Moxuan sighed and followed him out.
Li Fuyuan happened to buy something to drink. He smiled softly and asked everyone to come and get drinks. It turned out that he bought something to drink for everyone.
I saw Li Fuyuan's little secretary handing out drinks among the tall models, looking a little ridiculous.
At this time, the director suddenly stood up and said: "Sister Hong, do you want to come up and walk around?"
Sister Hong waved her hand from a distance: "No, I'm old and can't walk anymore."
As if he had caught something funny, Li Fuyuan took Sister Hong's hand and lifted her up: "Why are you old? I remember clearly how you looked on the catwalk back then. It's no different from you now."
Ji Moxuan's face, which was still dark just now, softened a lot now, and he echoed: "Sister Hong, let's go for a walk! Everyone is looking forward to it."
Ruan Muhong couldn't stand it anymore, so she finally stood up and walked to the back of the catwalk under the guidance of Li Fuyuan.
Ji Moxuan said behind Nimolan: "Sister Hong became famous through the Black Mosha beauty pageant and became the spokesperson of Balik Group. Later, when the old man saw that she had brains, skills and beauty, he wanted her.
I got into the marketing field.”
"Sister Hong is indeed a legend." Nimolan praised.
Ji Moxuan said in a funny tone: "Such a legendary figure would still praise you, so aren't you even more legendary than a legend?"
It was obviously meant as a joke, but Nimolan heard it as a mockery. She didn't say anything, just waiting for Sister Hong's catwalk performance.
Among the group of models, Tianxue waved her hand in the direction of Ji Moxuan and smiled brightly. She didn't mind that Ji Moxuan and Nimolan were sitting together.
Nimolan's eyes glanced at Tianxue's beautiful smiling face, and she couldn't help but look dark - she had actually been pregnant with his child. What kind of relationship could she experience so much pain? It seemed that she couldn't get through it after all.
of his world.
The music gradually became louder, and Li Fuyuan took Ruan Muhong's hand and walked out from the backstage. Under the dreamy light, the red suit skirt Ruan Muhong was wearing looked like it was dyed with a metallic luster. It was gorgeous, and the high heels under her feet were very relaxed.
, her graceful figure is even more slender and sexy than the young models participating in this beauty pageant.
There was thunderous applause from the audience.
She finally let go of Li Fuyuan's hand and struck a domineering pose right in front of the catwalk. The aura of the queen's arrival made the models present feel self-pity.
Nimolan stood up and clapped vigorously.
Ruan Muhong suddenly waved in the direction of Nimolan and Ji Moxuan, which turned out to be a sign for them to come on stage and walk around. Ji Moxuan touched his nose, took Nimolan's hand and strode backstage.
Nimolan tried to break free several times, but was finally held in Ji Moxuan's hand again. He said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll just walk around the show and let you experience what it's like to be a model."
"I can't, I hate this the most!" Nimolan retreated.
Ji Moxuan put on a serious expression: "How can a designer hate this? After the whole beauty pageant, you have to appear with the models! Come on, we have to go out!"
After saying that, stepping on the rhythm, Ji Moxuan took Nimolan's hand and walked towards the light.
At the end of that brilliant scene were countless faces. They were looking at themselves, and it was hard to tell whether their eyes were friendly or unfriendly. Nimolan tried hard to control his steps and walked as straight as possible on that short but long road. His hand was held by Ji Moxuan.