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"Oh, okay." Zhou hung up the phone and looked at Hai Yan, who was smeared with nail polish.

"Did Feng Ziyan hit him?" As she applied nail polish, she stretched her hand out into the distance to see the effect.

"Yeah, that's weird. Didn't you say they were husband and wife? Why doesn't Director Feng know that the light boat is coming to Hong Kong? " Zhou changed the Orchid Finger into five palms and ten fingers.

Hai Yan stopped rubbing her fingernails for a second, then continued painting her nails. "Why do you care so much about the matters between them?"

"Oh, Swallow, didn't I care about you? This Lu Qingzhou is also strange. In the past, you would stand up for her even if you wanted to stand up for her because you were afraid that she would fall down the stairs, but in the end, you fell down yourself. " Zhou shook his head non-stop. The image that Lu Qingzhou had given him was that of a little white rabbit that had to hide behind someone else's back in order to survive. It did not suit this circle at all.

"How did I fall down on my own? Did I get pushed down on an OK?" Petrel corrected Zhou's words.

"Ah, didn't I fall down myself? Was it pushed? Who pushed it? " Zhou's face was full of surprise. In fact, he was also blaming himself that day. He thought that he choked Hai Yan, causing her to fall off in anger. Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud.

"Who else?" Hai Yan rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I know. It was Shao Yu Lu. I didn't expect this woman to be so vicious. I thought she just knew how to sleep with a man. " Zhou Weiqing stood behind her and held her shoulders, saying: "But at least she gave me a chance to take care of you, otherwise I wouldn't have brought a beauty back home."

Hai Yan placed the nail polish on the makeup table and said, "You do know how to speak up for her. Honestly speaking, she might not be able to sleep with you."

"Aiyo, Yanzi, why do you think that? I swear to heaven that I will never do anything against her. I love you. " Zhou was anxious to shake Hai Yan's hand.

"Hey, I just applied nail polish." Hai Yan quickly retracted her hand and tried to blow on it. After careful examination, she was fortunate that it didn't break.

"Ah, nothing, I didn't mean to." Zhou's face was filled with fear and grievance.

"F * ck off." Petrel avoided him. He raised his hand to continue drying his nails, but his thoughts drifted away.

Ever since she fell in love with Zhou, she had become lazy and the artists had stopped taking her. All day long, she would follow Zhou Quan around the world. Having worked so hard for so many years, she really did want to rest and find a man who doted on her and live her life.

Last week, Lu Qingzhou came to find Zhou, but she had not seen her for a period of time, so she felt that she had changed a lot. She didn't know where it had changed, but she felt that something was different.

She had seen Lu Qingzhou more clearly than anyone else. In the past, the things that had taught her were things that she had always disapproved of in a childish manner, but later on, she suffered a lot and gradually, during this period of contact, Hai Yan discovered that Lu Qingzhou seemed to have matured a lot, and her way of thinking was also becoming more and more experienced, but, this change was too fast.

"Yanzi, stay here for a while. I'll go out and see them." Zhou was thinking about the dress show and applied to go out. Hai Yan waved her hand in agreement.

Lu Qingzhou had been walking for nearly five hours. When all the models stopped to rest, she was still practicing her waist and turning around to wait for movements.

Zhou had already heard of Lu Qingzhou playing with her life on the line. When she was ready to go practice on the T Platform, Zhou stopped her.

"Young mistress, you've already been walking for an entire day and you still don't know how to rest?" If she was truly exhausted, Hai Yan definitely wouldn't forgive him.

"There are still a few movements that are not in place. I need to practice a bit more." Lu QingZhou ignored his reminder and insisted on walking forward.

"Alright, I don't need your actions. Have some water first. " Zhou handed her a bottle of water.

Lu Qingzhou had no choice but to stop. Zhou Zhou reached out to help her stroke her hair, and asked tentatively: "Does Boss Feng know that you're following us around performing with us?"

When Lu Qingzhou heard Feng Ziyan's words, she felt a burst of irritation in her heart. She took a sip of water and played with the bottle in her hand. After a while, he shook his head, thought for a while and nodded, "He knows that I'm out working, and that his own people are out on a business trip."

Zhou shut his mouth, clearly understanding that these two were arguing and sulking in his heart.

"Let's rest for now, we'll do our best at night." Zhou did not ask her any more personal questions.

Feng Ziyan drove the car around Hong Kong a few times from the Advertising Center and went to Yangming Mountain. There, he could see the scenery of Hong Kong. When he went, it was near sunset, and the scenery was quite good.

Feng Ziyan got out of the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it up. He put the cigarette into his mouth and took a puff.

Lu Qingzhou had always stuck close to him and missed him. This time, he really did not know how to make her people return to the past. Change came too fast. People, things, objects.

His cell phone rang and he answered it. It was from Week.

"Director Feng, I've prepared the first row seats for you. Tonight, you're our guest …" Zhou had already made the arrangements, but Feng Ziyan had refused.

"No need, I don't want anyone to know. And I've already bought the tickets. " He hung up.

Feng Ziyan took another drag from the cigarette in her hand and ground it out with her foot. She put her hand in her pocket and leaned against the car, looking at the red clouds in the sky. She stood there for two hours. Until the sun went down and the distant buildings of Hong Kong faded into the murky night. Soon the lights came on in clusters, and soon the whole of Hong Kong was a world of lights.

Feng Ziyan smoked one cigarette after another. After smoking for a while, he looked at his watch. He waited half an hour for the show to begin before he drove away from Yangming Mountain.

Feng Ziyan had bought the VIP seats, so it was a good idea for her to sit alone. The models on the stage looked very good from all angles.

At 8: 30 PM, the Spring Festival Gloves' new fashion show officially began.

Everyone entered the venue. As the announcement sounded in his ears, he absent-mindedly listened to the topic of each of the models' costumes. Perhaps the spring, or the wind god, each time has a different name, and those dazzling makeup and clothing. He was not in the mood to admire Zhou's design. His eyes were only looking for the familiar figure on the stage.

The clothing ceremony lasted for two hours. Feng Ziyan crossed her hands and stared at the stage as she waited for Lu Qingzhou to appear.