"What's the matter? Mr. Xiao, as long as you tell me, I will definitely obey your orders." Song Guohua did not expect to be able to board Xiao Yuanmu's boat so easily, his face trembled a little with excitement, and he even trembled when he spoke.
Xiao Yuanmu looked far away, taking a panoramic view of the congested traffic, his eyes were dim, and he didn't speak for a while.
There was no sound on the other side of the phone, and Song Guohua didn't dare to urge him, so he took a breath and waited carefully.
There was a knock on the office door, Xiao Yuanmu looked away, did not hang up the phone, and said "Jin" directly.
Yang Jie pushed the door and entered, seeing Xiao Yuanmu holding the phone in his hand, a flash of understanding flashed across his eyes, and said: "There are still ten minutes and a half hours to go, Brother Xiao, do you want to eat something, or I will let you people put off the meeting."
"No need." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "The meeting will continue on time."
Yang Jie nodded and looked at the phone in Xiao Yuanmu's hand with some hesitation. Just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket rang. He took out the phone and looked at it. He stopped looking at Xiao Yuanmu.
Noticing Yang Jie's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu thought it was something important, hung up the phone directly, and said, "What's wrong?"
"Phone..." Yang Jie raised the phone, facing the screen in Xiao Yuanmu's direction: "Young Master Song is calling."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, he turned his face slightly to look out of the window, and said softly, "Go."
Yang Jie paused for a few seconds, turned on the speakerphone, and connected the call.
"Hello, Young Master Song."
Song Xuanhe, who had just been rescued from Song Xuanlin by Li Nian'an, was in a good mood, with a cheerful tone: "Yang Jie, where are you now?"
"I'm in Xiao..." Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression, and changed his words: "I'm in the small conference room, sorting out the materials for the meeting."
"Do you know where Xiao Yuanmu is?"
Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu's expression again, seeing that he didn't look at him, he said truthfully: "Boss Xiao is in the office."
"He is very busy?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, Yang Jie said: "Very busy, Mr. Xiao worked overtime at the company last night and didn't go back. He called the company's shareholders for a meeting very early in the morning, and only took a break after five hours..."
"That's it." Song Xuanhe clicked his tongue and lied without blinking: "No wonder I couldn't get through to him when I called him just now. He might be too tired and fell asleep in the office."
Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu took two steps closer and motioned Yang Jie to continue.
"Mr. Xiao probably hasn't slept, how about I help you find him?" Yang Jie didn't know what to say, he just wanted to end the call as soon as possible.
"No need." Song Xuanhe lay down on the bed, exhaled comfortably: "Just congratulate him for me, it's about your company's ranking, I'm going to rest, I'll hang up first."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to take over the phone, but the call over there was hung up a second ago.
Facing Xiao Yuanmu's icy gaze, Yang Jie handed over the phone and said, "Mr. Xiao, please make a call back."
Xiao Yuanmu moved his finger, and finally put it in his pocket, and said lightly: "No, go and inform the various departments to continue the meeting."
Early the next morning, Song Xuanhe went downstairs to find that Song Jiabao's family hadn't left yet.
"Xuanhe."
Song Guohua came to meet Song Xuanhe, and said with a smile: "Uncle called Mr. Xiao yesterday, and he has agreed to cooperate with me, but you still need to facilitate this matter. We are a family. Do you still have to help Uncle if you are busy?"
Long-term lack of sleep for several months, only eight hours of sleep last night, but one night can not make up for the previous lack, so even if woke up by the alarm clock, Song Xuanhe is still a little sleepy, if today is not the weekend If he had to go to the studio, he would skip Song's shift for a day.
At this moment, Song Guohua came up to meet him, and what he said in his ear went in from Song Xuanhe's left ear and went out from his right ear. He didn't care at all, and he didn't intend to answer at the same time.
Seeing Song Xuanhe's indifferent expression, the smile on Song Guohua's face paused, and he continued: "Is this because I didn't sleep well yesterday? You young people should stay up less late, or your health will not be good when you get old."
Song Xuanhe nodded perfunctorily and sat down in his seat.
Seeing him lazily, Song Xuanlin poured him a glass of freshly squeezed juice and said, "Drink some."
Song Xuanhe took a few sips casually, the iced juice was cool, which instantly made him sober up a lot.
"Xuanhe, what uncle told you just now...?"
Song Xuanhe frowned, his mind was half awake, and he got up angry: "If you and Xiao Yuanmu cooperate, it's your business, what's none of my business?"
"Xuan and you are wrong to say that." Song Guohua's wife said: "We are all a family, and it is only natural for you to help uncle."
Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge casually, put down the spoon after taking a sip, and said flatly: "I said earlier that Xiao Yuanmu and I have nothing to do with each other, but based on what I know about him, Song Jiabao didn't offend Xiao Yuanmu in the first place. After one and a half years, I was quite surprised that he was able to let go and cooperate with Uncle so easily."
"That's why I ask you to thread the needle." Song Guohua said: "Uncle's company is also a cooperative relationship with the Song family. The establishment of Uncle's company is also beneficial to the Song family and the Song family. Besides, it was all a misunderstanding before, and this misunderstanding should be solved. It’s fine if you don’t.”
Song Xuan and Wen Yan sneered, raised their chins and pointed to Song Jiabao over there, with a half-smile and said: "Ask how many times he has offended Xiao Yuanmu, and whether a misunderstanding can solve it."
Song Guohua looked at Song Jiabao. Although Song Jiabao was a little frightened by Song Xuanhe, but there were so many people here, he believed that Song Xuanhe would not dare to beat him, and his voice became more confident: "The things I had with Xiao Yuanmu before were all trivial. Just kidding, since you were a couple before, it's okay to explain.
"Look, Jiabao said it was just a small fight, so Mr. Xiao probably won't take it too seriously." Song Guohua smiled and said, "Why don't you help talk about it?"
Song Yansong and Song Guochao went downstairs one after the other. Song Guochao heard this sentence and said, "Your uncle is an elder. You don't even want him to ask you to do a little favor?"
After breakfast, Song Xuanhe lost his appetite. He put down the fork in his hand, took out his cell phone and made a call.
Song Guohua looked nervous when he saw the note on it: "Xuanhe, what are you doing?"
"Let me help you ask him if he cares." Song Xuanhe pointed to the speakerphone, and said indifferently during the prolonged waiting for the answer, "Uncle and father want me to ask about my ex-boyfriend During the holidays with my cousin before, if you don’t help, you don’t respect your elders and don’t love your family, of course I have to ask for you.”
Song Guohua was about to say something when he heard the words, when the phone was connected.
"Is there something wrong?"
When they heard this cold voice, which obviously didn't sound like they were receiving a call from a lover but was rather impatient, most of the people present slightly changed their expressions, especially Song Guohua.
"Yes." Song Xuanhe glanced at the expressions of these people with interest, and said with a smile: "I called you to ask you something."
After waiting for a whole day, Song Xuan and Xiao Yuanmu, who was on the phone, paused for a moment, with a calm and cold voice: "Say it."
"Do you still remember that I have a cousin named Song Jiabao?"
Hearing that Song Xuanhe's phone call was about someone else's business, Xiao Yuanmu's voice became even colder: "Remember, what's wrong?"
"He wants to apologize to you." Song Xuanhe glanced at Song Jiabao with a tense expression, and said, "I hope you can forgive him regardless of past suspicions. It's best to agree to cooperate with his family. How about it? Do you want to forgive him and cooperate?" ?”
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and did not speak. The noise from the phone was a bit heavy, and occasionally there was a slight crisp sound from the collision of cups and plates. She didn't need to ask, she knew that Song Xuanhe was on the speakerphone at this time.
And now the domestic time is around 8:00 in the morning. Song Guohua was able to call him yesterday. He must have met Song Xuanhe. At that time, Song Guohua would meet Song Xuanhe. It was at the Song family's dining table, and it was very likely that Song Jiabao's family hadn't left yet. Song Xuanhe's phone call was the reason for them.
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lower lip coldly. If there were no people like Song Jiabao, perhaps Song Xuanhe would never have thought of contacting him.
In less than half a second, Xiao Yuanmu made a good guess about Song Xuan and the situation there, as well as Song Xuan and his own thoughts.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't know, and waited for Xiao Yuanmu's answer calmly.
"What identity do you use to help them ask me?"
Noticing Song Guohua's gaze, Song Xuanhe curled his lips at him, and said, "As the Song family, my uncle's nephew, my cousin's younger brother."
"RE has confirmed the intention of cooperation with Higer, and determined that it will not cooperate with other refrigeration appliances."
Song Guohua was disappointed, and looked back at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what about the misunderstanding between you and my cousin? Can you forgive him now?"
"I have no misunderstanding with him."
Xiao Yuanmu knew about Song Xuanhe's relationship with Song Jiabao's family, and also knew that he made this call because he wanted to hear that he personally rejected Song Guohua, but even if he knew and got angry because of it, he found that he couldn't reconcile with Song Xuanhe. The will is reversed.
"Okay." Song Xuanhe understood Xiao Yuanmu's implication, but the Song Jiabao family who seemed relieved obviously did not understand, but he would not kindly remind, "It's okay, I hung up the phone."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes dimmed, and his thin lips pursed slightly.
Just as Song Xuanhe was about to hang up, he suddenly thought of something and said to the other side: "By the way, congratulations on your successful research and development of new energy."
In just a few words, the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's pursed lips curled up. Just as he hummed softly, Song Xuan and Bianli hung up the phone in a hurry, and then the corners of his raised mouth flattened again.
"Don't you have anything else to do?" Song Xuanhe stood up and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm going out first."
After walking a few steps, Song Xuanhe paused, turned to look at Song Jiabao, with a wicked smile in his eyes: "By the way, cousin, I forgot to tell you, Xiao Yuanmu knows about Boss Sun. "
Song Jiabao slammed the bacon-cutting knife, his expression changed instantly, and he turned his head to look in Song Xuanhe's direction, but at this time Song Xuanhe and he left the range that the restaurant could see.
When Song Xuanhe arrived at the studio, Seventeen had already been waiting. He stood a little awkwardly, watching the designers come and go busy with their own affairs. Seeing Song Xuanhe walk in, he was like Seeing the chicks of their parents, they looked dependent and jumped for joy.
"Teacher Song!"
Song Xuanhe paused as he was going to bypass him and enter the studio, then turned his head and met a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Mr. Song, you're here. I've already told my manager about training with you during this period, and he agreed."
Song Xuanhe nodded and said, "Come in with me."
Seventeen followed Song Xuanhe into his studio step by step.
After closing the door, Song Xuanhe hugged his chest and looked at him: "Are you nervous when facing strangers?"
Shi Qi was taken aback, licked his lips nervously, lowered his eyes and said, "I will do this in a strange environment."
"Being a model because you're afraid you won't be able to adapt to an unfamiliar environment?" Song Xuanhe raised her eyebrows, her tone not gentle at all: "Didn't your manager tell you that your personality won't make it in this circle?"
Shi Qi pursed his lips and did not speak.
Looking at his immature cheeks and silent and guilty appearance, Song Xuanhe had the illusion that he was bullying a child, but considering his age of seventeen, it is not wrong that he is indeed a child.
However, Song Ershao, who has never been ashamed of bullying children, still speaks sharply: "If you are afraid of people, it means you are not suitable for this circle. You are now a sophomore in high school. Going back to school may be more suitable for you."
"I like being a model." Seventeen raised his head abruptly, met Song Xuanhe's eyes and then quickly looked away: "I will try my best to regulate my tension..."
Song Xuanhe sat down on the sofa, looked up at him, and said calmly: "You are so nervous when facing me, I find it hard to believe that you won't get into trouble when you walk on the runway because of temporary stage fright."
"I won't!" Shi Qi looked at Song Xuanhe, his voice was quiet but firm: "As long as I get on stage, I won't be nervous anymore."
"So I want to keep you and bet on whether you were nervous the moment before you came on stage?" Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow: "Do you think you are worth my betting on my debut?"
"But you said yesterday that I can do it." Seventeen frowned: "You chose me out of five people, doesn't that prove that I can do it?"
"No, the short ones are the tall ones." Song Xuanhe said calmly, "But today I found that you don't seem to be worth picking out."
"I'm worth it." Seventeen stepped forward, stopped under Song Xuanhe's sight, and said word by word: "I'm definitely worth it."
Song Xuanhe: "Keep this momentum, remember how you feel now, if I see you standing at the door of the studio with a miniature face tomorrow morning, you won't use it the day after tomorrow."
Shi Qi was taken aback, and said, "Then I..."
"You can go now." Song Xuanhe stood up, opened the door and said, "Tomorrow morning at the same time, last chance."
Shi Qi didn't move, he didn't dare to change his expression, his jaw was tense with tension, "I don't know what expression I have now, I don't know how to find this feeling again."
"It's not what it looks like now." Song Xuanhe grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the door: "Whether you can find something that's none of my business."
Without the slightest hesitation, he shut Shiqi out of the door, Song Xuanhe turned around and started working.
I don't know how long it took until Fengtong knocked on the door, and Song Xuanhe broke away from work.
"There will be a model interview this afternoon." Feng Tong walked in, closed the door and said, "He has a lot of experience before, and he has gone through a big show of an international luxury brand. I saw his show once, and it was very impressive. Aura."
Song Xuanhe was a little interested: "Why did he come to me for an interview?"
"He disappeared for three months after that show, and even his agent couldn't contact him." Feng Tong said, "Because he violated the contract and offended the editor-in-chief of a domestic magazine, he should be able to get a second-tier internal seal after returning to China." But because of that incident, basically no brand magazine wants him now, so I can only come here to try my luck."
Song Xuanhe said directly: "I don't like people who don't have the spirit of contract."
Feng Tong smiled and sat down next to him: "I know, but I have met him once, and I feel that he is not that kind of person, and I think he matches your clothing temperament very well, so I want to give him An opportunity, anyway, you haven't found a model for the time being, so it's okay to let him come over and try."
"When is he coming?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's question, Feng Tong knew that he agreed, so he said with a smile: "In fact, he has already arrived, but it's our lunch break, so he has been waiting outside and didn't come in."
Song Xuanhe nodded slowly, and didn't tell anyone to come in, but said: "In this case, then wait for the interview at the time you agreed with him."
Fengtong knew what Song Xuanhe was thinking, he just said that just because he wanted to have a model with good senses, but after all, he and Song Xuanhe were the collaborators, no matter how much he said, he would not help him. , can only look at his own ability.
After eating, the two discussed the layout of the show. The venue had already been decided, but it was an old church. At that time, both the viewing seats and the layout of the surrounding scenes needed to be carefully considered.
In addition to the layout of the show, they also discussed the backstage, makeup artist, lighting, etc., and the discussion lasted for two hours, but still nothing was discussed. The final result, these trivial things that have to be personally involved, That's why Song Xuanhe and Fengtong are so busy.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of Song Xuanhe's studio. Feng Tong glanced at the time, got up and said, "It just happened to be lunch break, so it should be an appointment for an interview."
Song Xuanhe got up, he still had a lot of things to do in the afternoon, it would be better to finish the interview quickly.
"You go directly to the fitting room." After leaving Song Xuanhe's studio together, Feng Tong turned to him and said, "I'll call him over."
Song Xuanhe had no objection, turned around and went to the fitting room, sat down where she sat yesterday, and waited for the model Feng Tong mentioned.
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the fitting room.
"Enter."
The craft door with gray glass and black iron frame was pushed open, and a tall, indifferent man entered.
Seeing the person coming, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's you?"
"Young Master Song?"
The visitor paused in his footsteps, and a crease between his brows seemed to be born with him, carrying the coldness and hostility of repelling others thousands of miles away.
Song Xuanhe looked the person up and down, with an interesting smile on the corner of his mouth, got up and walked in front of him, stretched out his hand and said, "Long time no see."
The visitor hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand with his jaw tensed.
Song Xuanhe shook hands with him and then let go. He withdrew his hand and said, "I didn't expect you to be interviewed, Yu Yu. I thought we would never meet again."
Yu Ting said lightly: "I thought so too."
"Okay." Song Xuan and raised eyebrows, walked to the place where they were sitting just now, and walked as they walked: "The fitting room is over there, and the clothes are inside. Don't let me teach you how to do it after wearing it?"
"No need." Yu Yi handed the brown paper bag in his hand to Song Xuanhe, turned around and entered the fitting room.
Song Xuanhe was a little curious about what happened to make the young man who looked a bit rebellious but determined at the beginning into this cold and world-weary appearance, but I have to say that Yu Yi's current temperament is indeed very suitable for his design clothing.
Yu Hieng changed clothes very quickly, and opened the curtain of the fitting room and walked out after a while.
He didn't wear shoes, and walked on the catwalk floor with bare feet, wearing a long windbreaker made of pure white linen material. The clothes seemed to be tailor-made for him, and every part of the tailoring was just right. The pace swings smoothly, and the ancient totem embroidery of the same color on the neckline is looming under the light above the fitting room.
This seems to be a long windbreaker in a casual style, but the person wearing it has always looked coldly, and a crease between the eyebrows vents a few traces of hostility. The clothes on the model and the temperament of the model are like pure white and pure black. The collision makes people unable to move their eyes away.
Yu Yi was the first person Song Xuanhe saw who could interpret his suit, and the design of this suit was not yet fully completed. He could almost imagine that when Yu Yi walked on the catwalk wearing a ready-made suit How eye-catching it will be.
"On the shelf over there, from left to right." Song Xuanhe pointed to the sample clothespins at hand, and said, "Try one by one."
Yu Yi was a little surprised, but didn't say much. According to Song Xuanhe's instructions, he took the clothes and started one fitting show after another.
After Yu Yu went through these clothes in turn, Song Xuanhe was able to confirm that Yu Yu was indeed the most suitable candidate for his designs. Although he could not fully explain the feeling he wanted, it was already enough to reach 70%. Song Xuanhe had never thought of the result before.
So after trying on the last piece of clothing, he said directly: "Sign the contract today, and I will fly to country Y in September. Are you okay?"
Yu Hieng was silent for a moment, and then said: "You should know about my breach of contract before."
Song Xuanhe: "So?"
Yu Yu: "Do you still believe me?"
"I believe." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, his tone was casual, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes: "You dare not keep my promise, do you?"
The corner of Yu Hieng's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said lightly: "I won't break the appointment, don't worry, and I can't afford the breach of contract damages for the Song family's heir."
Song Xuanhe smiled indifferently, and called someone to prepare the contract. While waiting for the contract, he suddenly remembered the boy who was protected by Yu Yu before, and said, "By the way, where is the model who had a good relationship with you going?" gone?"
Yu Hieng twitched the hand placed by his side, and said calmly: "He is developing very well now, and he is abroad."