Chapter 1757

Italian jewelry design auction. Famous jewelry designers from all over the world will present their works to the auction.

"Sister Luo, I will choose the kiss of the devil or the tears of the angel for the works I sent to auction this time?"

The assistant asked after a woman in a lady's suit.

Rococo swung her wavy chocolate curly hair up to her waist and turned to her assistant and said, "which do you think I would choose?"

"Sister Luo always asked me to do such a choice question. I think you must choose devil's kiss. After all, your jewelry design works are all dark characteristics. Very few romantic and sweet styles. "

The assistant followed Rococo, according to his knowledge of Rococo.

"I'll be surprised this time. Let's put the tears of angels on it. After all Compared to the devil's kiss, the design of angel's tears is a little softer in the sun. "

"Well, I have submitted my work."

Assistant went to work first, Rococo went back to the lounge alone.

She doesn't show up directly at every auction.

Everyone knows that there is a very unique designer named Koko. All jewelry designs are dark or sad.

However, the style of the sword has been loved by the majority of consumers.

They always buy Koko's designs, give them to their dregs predecessors, or people they hate.

The auction ended two hours later and the assistant came back with the results.

"Sister Luo, it's the third time that a man named sunshine has photographed your work."

"Who is this man?"

Rocco is reliable on the sofa. I don't understand.

"Would it be your predecessor?"

The assistant ventured to ask.

Rococo frowned, remembering four years ago.

At that time, she was really hurt by Gu Chengyao.

She still remembers the slap he gave her.

"Ha ha, predecessor? It can't be him. " Rococo believes.

How could a ruthless man want to have anything to do with her.

"In case it is true, does sister Luo want to have a look? The designer has the right to see the auctioneer. If you want to see me, I can arrange it. "

"Well, I'd like to see where he is sacred. He doesn't shoot my works every time. No matter how much the price is, he should get it. Do he like my works or like me?"

"Sister Luo, it's very likely that she likes you. If it's not your predecessor, maybe it's also a loyal fan who has admired you for a long time. "

"Well, you can arrange a meeting place, and then send me the address."

"OK."

Rococo left the auction house, opened the door of a red sports car, got into the car cleanly and went back to his apartment.

Open the door with the key.

It seems that I heard the sound of the door lock turning. A little girl in a pink rabbit cotton padded jacket with short, smooth hair ran to the door with her butts bumping and bumping. "Mommy, welcome home."

Every time I see her, the world of Rococo is bright.

Squatting down, he immediately put Roy Meng in his arms. "Honey, do you miss Mommy?"

"Mummy, mummy miss you so much. Mummy is so busy every day. There is no time to accompany Mengmeng. Mengmeng is not happy. "

Next came a nanny, looking at the scene of two mothers and daughters embracing each other kindly.

"Madam, Mengmeng didn't eat much today. She said she couldn't eat. I think you're back. She must have eaten more."

"Yes, sister Lin."

"Mengmeng, why don't you have a good meal?"

Rococo asked gently, grasping Roy Meng's shoulder.

"Because I miss Mommy." Roy Meng put his hands around her neck.

Rococo kisses her daughter on the cheek, "it's all about Mommy. Mommy is busy making money to raise Mengmeng, and doesn't care about her feelings."

"Mummy, Mengmeng doesn't want you to be so tired. I don't need a lot of money to raise it. I will be obedient. If mummy can't raise Mengmeng, how about eating less after Mengmeng?"

Luoyimeng, who has been very sensible since she was born, can touch the softest place of Rococo every time she says. Unconsciously, she gets wet again. "Mengmeng, mommy loves you, and always loves you."

"Mengmeng also loves Mommy."

"Mengmeng, Mommy will cook for you. Do you want to eat more tonight? Don't say eat less in the future. Mom can definitely support you. "

"Mummy, Mengmeng knows."

After dinner with luoyimeng, she took a bath and coaxed her to sleep. Rococo had to spare time and continue to draw designs under the night light.

Because of tonight's event, she suddenly reflected on herself, and suddenly came up with a design inspiration to design a series of works about maternal love.Ding Dong.

The assistant sent a wechat message.

She opened it.

"Sister Luo, I have an appointment with Mr. sunshine to meet at table 3 of the Western Asian restaurant at 6:30 tomorrow evening. He said he would like to invite you to dinner."

“OK。”

Rococo quickly replied to the assistant.

When she put down her mobile phone, she continued to draw pictures. Occasionally, she looked at the sleeping baby on the bed, and her mouth could not help rising. If it was not Mengmeng, she would not know how to fight in this foreign country and other places these years.

Fortunately, God pitied her and gave her such a lovely little angel.

Healthy, lovely, beautiful, clever and sensible.

At 6:30 the next evening, Rococo arrived at table 3 of the Western Asian restaurant with Roy Meng in a princess dress.

By the time they arrived, the sunshine had already arrived.

The other side is an elegant looking and more mature Asian man, about 30 years old, wearing a stable black customized suit.

"Hello, are you Mr. sunshine, please?"

Rocco is able to speak English. Although it is not sure which country he is from, English is the most common language in other countries.

"Hello, Miss Koko, I've long wanted to see you. It's a great honor to see you today." The gentleman stood up and held out his hand to shake her hand.

"You must not say that. I'm just a professional designer. It's my pleasure to be appreciated by you. "

The two exchanged greetings.

Rococo lost a little bit. After all, she really believed in the assistant, thinking it was Gu Chengyao, the former. If so, she would like to take her daughter to shame him.

"Are you from China? Me too. We can actually communicate in Chinese. "

"Oh, really? That's really a coincidence. Which city are you from? My hometown is in Yuncheng. " Rococo always has a kind of inexplicable cordiality to meet Chinese people.

"I'm from Cloud City, too. Is this your daughter? It looks lovely. " The man's eyes turned to the lovely girl who was held tightly by Rococo.

"Yes, it's my daughter. It's called Mengmeng! May I have your name, sir

"My name is long Yu. I'm the owner of a jewelry company. I really appreciate your works. I want to dig you into our company to be an exclusive designer. "

"Thank you for your appreciation, but I like free creation and I don't like to join any company."

"Well, it's a pity. If you can change your mind, you can tell me at any time. This is my business card."

Long Yu presents the business card to Rococo gracefully.

"OK."

"Mengmeng, what do you want to eat? It's my uncle's treat today. " Long Yu looked at the cute girl with big eyes.

"Uncle, I want to eat cake."

"Well, I'll order you a mousse cake, but I still have to eat the main food. Now it's time to grow up." The man is very careful and is ready to recommend some staple food to luoyimeng.

Rococo's phone rang suddenly.

"I'm sorry. I'll take a call first."

"OK."

Rococo stood up and got through directly.

Who knows, the old voice of Luo's father came from the other end of the phone: "coco, come back quickly, your mother has lung cancer, I'm afraid it's not many days."

"Dad, what do you say?"

"I thought she was just a common cold and coughing all the time. I didn't know it was late when I checked it. Come back soon."

Papa Lo's voice was hoarse.

Rococo's eyes burst into tears: "Dad, take care of your mother first, and I'll bring Mengmeng back to see her."

I can't eat any more. When I put down the phone, Rococo directly took luoyimeng to his feet. "Excuse me, Mr. long, something urgent happened in my family. I have to go back home immediately. Thank you for your hospitality. Goodbye."

"What's the matter?" When the man asked, Rococo disappeared with his daughter.

That night, they packed up and flew back to Cloud City from Italy.

When arriving at the hospital, Luo's mother was still in the intensive care unit for observation, and her family members could not enter at will.

Luo's father saw his daughter who hadn't been seen for four years. He couldn't help but burst into tears. In a flash, the baby he was just pregnant with was almost four years old. It's so lovely.

"Grandpa!"

"Dad."

Put down the things in his hands, Rococo plunged into his father's arms.

Luo's father held his daughter, tears running.

In fact, in the past four years, she has been afraid to confess her divorce with Gu Chengyao. She is afraid that her parents will not accept her divorce. Now she is even more unable to open her mouth.

"Grandpa, Mengmeng also needs to hug."Little luoyimeng stood beside the two adults and tugged at daddy Luo's trouser legs.

"Ouch, my granddaughter has been ignored. Come on, Grandpa. Hug me."

Luo's father quickly picked up the little girl from the ground and held her in his arms. Although Rococo has been following them in video and photos for many years, he has never returned to China. This is the first time he has held his granddaughter.

"How's mom and dad?"

"I'm still doing chemotherapy. Don't worry too much."

Outside the hospital, a black Bentley business car stopped at the door of the hospital. After the handsome man in black suit got off, he kept running to the hospital.

The assistant is as fast as he is behind him.

"Which ward?"

"Master, I'm in intensive care now, on the 12th floor. I'll take you there."