Seeing the performance of his second brother, Wu Yahuan felt ashamed. If he had such a rigorous and hard-working spirit, he would not be beaten into a hollow by Sikong Ye!
"Xiaofan, how long will it take?" Wu Weiqiang asked.
"Second brother, if you persist for one hour a day, you will definitely gain something." Ding Fan pointed at his eyes and hinted.
"I can definitely do it." Wu Weiqiang's eyes were firm.
"Second brother, don't tell anyone what happened tonight." Wu Yahuan frowned and reminded.
"Don't worry, little sister, I won't tell anyone, they will treat me as mentally ill." Wu Weiqiang's answer was very rational. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe what just happened.
It's getting late, so there's no need for Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan to say goodbye. Wu Weiqiang has already gone back to his room to practice, leaving only one sentence, you can do whatever you want.
As if an eviction order was issued, the two left in a hurry. After driving not far, they turned to Wu Yahuan's villa and parked the car in the garage.
After entering the house, the two of them went to the balcony on the third floor and sat down. Wu Yahuan took some cold beer from the refrigerator. He usually drank half the bottle in one breath, but today he found it difficult to swallow and put it aside.
The goal of persuading Wu Weiqiang to practice practice has been achieved, but Wu Yahuan is not even sure whether what he did tonight was right or not.
Twenty minutes later, Wu Yahuan asked: "Xiaofan, second brother, after practicing for one year, can I have those special eyes of yours?"
"cannot!"
"Then you lied to him? He is so stubborn. If his hope fails again, he may really end up on a dead end!" Wu Yahuan wanted to be anxious.
"Sister Huan, listen to me, even if the second brother persists for three months, his state of mind will change dramatically and he will never be attached to that relationship again. If the purpose of practicing is just to make him and ghosts depend on each other, then it's not a waste
That’s it!” Ding Fan said.
"My second brother is soft-hearted. Even if he is no longer persistent, he will still be troubled when he sees his second sister-in-law wandering around the cemetery!"
"We still have time. We will find out the pros and cons when the time comes, and he will figure it out."
"That's all it can do." Wu Yahuan sighed again, suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked: "Deep in your heart, do you also have an indifferent attitude towards feelings?"
"That's different. I'm fully functional and in my prime. I wish I could live in ancient times and marry a seven-bedroom wife." Ding Fan said.
Humph! Men are so greedy that they don’t even take a break on the weekends and are not afraid of breaking their backs due to exhaustion.
After the joke, Ding Fan also said sincerely, "Sister Huan, I was a little nosy today, and I didn't consider the unexpected situation, which led to the current result. I apologize to you, I'm sorry."
"No, we should thank you for your good intentions. I haven't seen the look in my second brother's eyes for a long time. For him, practice may be the real liberation." Wu Yahuan said quietly.
"Sister Huan, don't worry, my fortune-telling is correct. My second brother is not a short-lived person and will achieve great achievements in the future," Ding Fan said.
"Can you become a god?"
"Then I don't see it as an achievement in life."
"I hope so. The first half of my second brother's life was really hard. Let's go, don't think about that anymore, go dancing with me, and go to bed when you are tired." Wu Yahuan stood up and issued an invitation.
When he came to the room where the CD player was placed, Wu Yahuan put on the headphones, and the intense music immediately came out, making people feel that the whole body is full of energy.
Wu Yahuan shook his head, twisted his slender waist, and quickly entered a state of selflessness.
Ding Fan was also dancing in the room. This feeling of venting to one's heart's content was so good that it could make people forget their worries and the whole world.
After a while, Wu Yahuan put down the headset and came to Ding Fan. The two continued dancing face to face, and then burst into happy laughter.
Breaking out in a sweat, the two of them went to take showers separately. Ding Fan found a room and lay on the tatami, while Wu Yahuan dragged another tatami in and lay down side by side with Ding Fan. The charming fragrance rippled out.
"Sister Huan, it's really not good for you to do this. It's tempting to commit a crime." Ding Fan protested.
"Haha, the relatives haven't left yet, so you have no chance. Go to sleep!" Wu Yahuan smiled, stretched out his arm, and gently took Ding Fan's hand.
It's as if you can hear the sound of the waves, but it makes the villa seem particularly quiet.
Ding Fan fell into a deep sleep and returned to Fuyun Mountain in a trance. He saw the smiling faces of his brothers and heard the shouts of morning exercises.
Going down the mountain to experience the mortal world is what every brother looks forward to the most. Ding Fan did not expect that he would start to miss the life in the mountain so quickly. The mountains and fields were green, the sky was high and the clouds were vast. It was such a pure and innocent time.
When he woke up in the morning, Ding Fan glanced at the sleeping Wu Yahuan, gently let go of the little hand he was still holding, went out to wash briefly, and then drove to work.
The office on the eighth floor is very clean, especially the golden model. In terms of work attitude, Chi Li is much better than Lan Shan. She is proactive and has a wink. But Lan Shan doesn't get paid, and he can't treat her badly.
The requirements are too high.
As soon as she sat down and made a cup of tea, Fang Meiqian came in excitedly and placed a printed piece of paper on the table.
"Sister Qian, what is this?" Ding Fan asked in confusion. His English skills were average, and the only thing he could recognize at a glance was the logo of the International Fashion Council.
"The International Fashion Association announced on its official website that a fashion expo will be held in Beijing. It also specifically mentioned that eight supermodel teams will be arranged to participate and all major fashion companies are welcome to participate." Fang Meiqian explained.
"Yes, such a grand event should have top beauties present. The association has thought carefully about it!" Ding Fan said with great style.
Fang Meiqian frowned slightly, but pointed at a place and said angrily, "Xiaofan, look carefully!"
"Isn't this the pinyin of Fuyao?" Ding Fan understood, and said proudly: "Yes, we Fuyao are one of the organizers."
"Ahem, what I want to say is that among the eight supermodel teams, Fuyao is among them." Fang Meiqian said.
Ding Fan was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Can our Fuyao model team be considered supermodels?"
"Haha, this is the highlight. The association has upgraded my model team to an international super model!" Fang Meiqian smiled happily.
"Well, we have to stay calm, see the existing gap, and strive to show the true supermodel style at this expo." Ding Fan said in a leadership tone.
"Yes, our models are far behind compared to supermodels. Xiaofan, actually I am more stressed than surprised. The audience's eyes are sharp and I am really afraid of embarrassing myself." Fang Meiqian said worriedly.
"Haha, only when you have pressure can you be motivated!" Ding Fan chuckled and asked: "Sister Qian, don't we have a manager in our fashion department? Why are you so busy all by yourself?"
"Xiaofan, you really don't know?" Fang Meiqian was surprised.