Chapter 69

"Yes, young master." Rob frowned and went out with the cell phone.

At the dinner table, Ji Qianchen is eating breakfast with his head down. The low pressure on Ling Xiaohan's face will really freeze her to death.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth. The cell phone was lent to me by the man who saved me. I have to return it. They are just a small model. They don't look handsome, they don't have a good figure, they don't have money. What are you worried about?" Ji Qianchen patted the knife and fork, and couldn't hold it. He just shook them out.

Lingxiao is in a good mood when he hears the cold and the thick clouds are gone.

"Well."

Picked up the tableware and bowed his head to eat breakfast.

Whoa, this husband, still have to eat by coaxing?

After dinner, Ji Qianchen wandered around the castle for a few rounds just to eat.

Rob came back with the results of the investigation.

He handed a stack of information to Ling Xiaohan, "young master, this is all the results transferred from the mobile phone. The number of this phone has not been verified by real name. There are only a few people in the address book, and they are all unknown young models. There is no trace of the album or the document. "

"A commonly used mobile phone is kept so clean that no one can grasp it. This person has a problem." Ling Xiaohan glanced casually and threw the information back into Rob's arms.

"Yes, it's impossible for ordinary people to have these contacts, and there's no life photo and other relevant information in the mobile phone."

"Well, keep an eye on it."

"Yes, young master."

Ling Xiaohan thought silently for a few seconds.

This result is the same as what Ji Qianchen said. The other side may be just a small model.

But it's just the surface.

In the afternoon, Ling Xiaohan led Ji Qianchen to a Paris fashion show.

I personally experienced an international fashion show.

In order not to waste this great opportunity, Ji Qianchen, after entering the arena, is not listening to the use of a pen to record something useful to himself in the book.

She's going to charge up for her design competition.

Ling Xiaohan looked at her attentive appearance and dared not disturb her.

By the special way of Ling Xiaohan, Ji Qianchen is lucky to come to the backstage and appreciate the models' demeanor.

There are a great variety of clothes.

"Pretty?" Ling Xiaohan asked softly with his arms around her waist.

"Better than you."

Ling Xiao's face sank in a moment.

Ji Chen morning smile, do not want to make complaints about a man who is also jealous with clothes.

The model's backstage dressing room is her paradise. Ji Qianchen lingers in it and lingers.

"What can I do? My skirt is cut. I'm going to play later. " A beautiful French model, carrying his skirt in the background of a mess, happened to be Ji Qianchen ran into.

She asked Ling Xiaohan, "what is she talking about?"

"Do husband want part-time translation?"

"Bo..." Ji Qianchen did not mean to put a kiss on his face, which was a reward to him.

Get reward, Ling Xiao cold Yang lips smile: "she said that the skirt is broken, will soon play I don't know what to do."

"Can you take me there? I want to help her. "

Ji Qianchen glanced at the ragged degree of the skirt, which should not be difficult to make up.

"Meddling is a disease." Ling Xiaohan reminds me.

So many models, so many famous designers are present. Looking at the whole situation, she will only beg for help.

"Occupational disease, do you have any medicine for me?" Ji Qianchen chuckles, holding Ling Xiaohan's arm, and walks to the model who is scratched by the skirt.

Ji Qianchen patted his little heart, let go of Ling Xiaohan's hand, and went to greet politely, "excuse me, can I help you?"

The model looked at her and said, "are you sure?"

“sure。”

Ji Qianchen's confident answer.

There are several models around, and sometimes they look at the charming lingxiaohan beside them.

Ji didn't know his husband was coveted at all. He found some spare cloth and some stitches and scissors on the table to help the model solve the problem quickly.

Tear and pull the broken part, cut it short with scissors, then add some cloth to the uneven part, and sew it with needle and thread.

"Well, it's done." After sewing the last line, Ji Qianchen was very tired and sweaty.

The model's skirt was picked up at different levels, with other fabric embellishments, making the skirt more vivid and beautiful.

Several models applauded Ji Qianchen.

“wow，very good。”

This is the first time Ji Qianchen has received so many praise in his life.She looked at Ling Xiaohan excitedly.

Even he smiled and nodded to her.

Her design dream finally took a small step.

"Well, it's time for us to play. Thank you, miss." After thanking her in English, the French model went to the stage with her skirt.

"Let's go outside to see the effect." Ji Qianchen drags Ling Xiao out.

Sitting in the audience, everyone was deeply attracted by the altered work.

"I heard that you changed my work?" A middle-aged woman in avant-garde suddenly rushed to Ji Qianchen.

"Yes, I did." Ji Qianchen nodded.

"Dying." The woman raised her hand and waved it.

Ling Xiaohan gets up from the seat, grabs the woman's wrist, and helps Ji Qianchen block that slap.

Then Ling Xiaohan shook the woman to the ground.

Ji Qianchen stood by and watched the woman fall.

Four feet to the sky, not in a mess.

The people who watched the show heard the noise and surrounded them one after another.

The woman who got up from the ground angrily turned to Ji Qianchen and Ling Xiaohan: "do you know who I am? I am the main designer of this new product. Did you get my permission before you changed my work? "

"If my wife wants to change it, she will change it. I agree." Ling Xiao's cold eyes are bright and cold, and his whole body is full of the arrogance that cannot be despised.

"And who are you, and who gives you such a voice?" The woman was embarrassed, and she was full of resentment towards Ling Xiaohan.

Ji Qianchen is a little confused.

Reasonably speaking, the cold lingxiaohan in the Cloud City even if the wind and rain, but here is the scene of the Paris fashion show.

She stood on tiptoe and screamed. She leaned up to his ear and whispered, "keep back, I want to go around again. What if we are thrown out by the organizer?"

Ling Xiaohan is amused by this silly and lovely little woman.

"I'm one of the sponsors of the investment. Who dares to lose me and give it a try?" Ling Xiaohan lifts his thin lips, and his whole body is filled with the inborn domineering spirit.

When did this man come to invest in fashion week again? How much else did he hide from her?