Piles of reporters gathered at the exit of the airport, their keen eyes staring at everyone who came and went.
The microphone is ready and can be reached at any time.
The camera has already been turned on.
The reporter responsible for the interview was already ready to make a move, just waiting for that familiar face.
People were coming out one after another, but why didn't the figure they had been waiting for come out? It was strange, they had obviously received the news, and it was about this flight.
At this time, the most eye-catching scenery suddenly appeared in the crowd.
All the reporters stepped forward suddenly, but when they saw each other's appearance clearly, they quickly calmed down. It seemed that they were not waiting for the famous fashion designer, Qiangwei.
She was a woman with a very foreign style, blue eyes, golden curly hair, skin as white as cream, but her petite body did not look like a Western woman.
The woman was holding a suitcase with her left hand and holding a five-year-old baby wearing sunglasses with her right hand, squeezing her way through the numerous reporters.
The little baby looked back at the reporters, but no one recognized his mommy? Is it because her mommy’s makeup skills are too good, or are the reporters’ eyesight poor?
The little baby took off her sunglasses, revealing a delicate face. That face looked like a fairy boy walking out of an oil painting. Her tender white face made people want to reach out and pinch it.
He looked up at his mother, who was wearing a green loose sweater on her upper body, a pair of ordinary jeans on her lower body, and a pair of white sneakers on her feet.
Well, who would have thought that the legendary beautiful and proud Qiangwei already had a five-year-old son, and who would have thought that the world's top fashion designer would be dressed so tastelessly at this moment.
Ye Ningxuan's dark brown eyes showed a strong look of contempt, Mommy, can you still be more tasteless and earthy?
"Baby, why are you looking at Mommy with such admiration?" Ye Xinya smiled sweetly and gave her son a wink.
"Mommy, this is contempt, absolute contempt!" Ye Ningxuan emphasized that Mommy has become more and more narcissistic recently.
"It doesn't matter, as long as I feel it's admiration, come on, baby, give me a kiss." Ye Xinya bent down and stretched her fair face in front of her son.
Ye Ningxuan hugged Mommy's neck, pursed her pink lips, and placed a loud kiss on that fair face. She tilted her head and looked at Ye Xinya, "Mommy, since you don't want reporters to find you
, why do you have to name the CEO of Anshi Group to pick you up in person?"
"This is a question of worth," Ye Xinya said with a proud look on her face, "If you want me to go to An's to work for him, do you have to show some sincerity?"
An Yichen, after six years, we are finally going to meet again.
Ye Xinya, a talented fashion designer, has made the name "Qiangwei" famous at home and abroad within two years of her debut.
In any fashion show she participates in, the clothes displayed will inevitably become the focus of the season. As long as they are her brands, they will become the darlings of the upper class.
At only twenty-four years old, he has won almost all the most authoritative fashion design awards in the world.
She originally worked for Jinglan International, but a few months ago, An's Group wanted to get involved in high-end women's clothing, and they spared no expense to recruit her to take charge of Lu.
LU has just been established, and relying solely on the influence of the Anshi Group is simply not strong enough to satisfy An Yichen in a short period of time, so it is necessary to have a very talented and influential designer to lead the development of LU.
The competition in high-end women's clothing is fierce and the profits are huge. If you are not careful, you will be suppressed by your peers. Once you fall, it will be difficult to stand up. It can be seen that An Yichen cares about this project very much, so Ye Xinya proposed,
Let him pick you up at the airport in person.
What about just people?
"Mommy, why don't we go to a nearby coffee shop and wait," Ye Ningxuan used an innocent smile to cover up the cunning look in his eyes, "I guess that person won't be here for a while."
Where would that person be at this moment? Little Milkman guessed that it should be the airport in New York.
"I want to see how the legendary iron-fisted and courageous An Yichen was late." Ye Xinya looked disdainful.
It has been six years, and she is about to see him. She would be lying if she said she was not nervous at all, but the deception and abandonment she suffered back then will never let her go.
"Then mommy, wait here for a moment. I'll go buy my dear mommy a cup of coffee and then come back."
Mommy, if you have to wait, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit.
When Mommy wasn't paying attention, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, it's me," the little baby put away the immature look on his face, and his deep eyes were bottomless, "Where are the others? What? Returning?"