Chapter 69 Departure
It was early September when we set out for Paris.
Luo Qinglin was busy packing his luggage and processing the finished film of La Pluie a few days ago, so he didn't have time to attend French class.
So as soon as he got on the plane, Luo Qinglin put on headphones and started cramming, trying to learn something in ten hours, from 0.1 to 1.
In college, Luo Qinglin took a French course and learned the basic phonetic pronunciation and simple conversations. But when it came to distinguishing between feminine and masculine, and verb conjugation, he was completely at a loss.
"Merci." (Thank you)
"Je m'appelle Lin." (My name is Luo Qinglin)
"Et toi?" (What about you?)
Luo Qinglin made up his mind that as long as the other party didn't understand, he would smile and nod, then ask the other party "What about you?" to fool him.
Of course, it wasn't just Luo Qinglin who was cramming at the last minute; Qin Xiaoxi was also there.
Before going to Paris, her contract with Yanyu Studio was officially changed to an agency contract. During the few weeks in Paris, she would go to interviews alone to try to get a chance to walk in high fashion.
Jiang Yanyu gave her a chance to be a model again, but what the final outcome would be depended on herself.
While the two of them were studying hard and Chen Qixin was working on the computer, Jiang Yanyu was the only one lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly.
The journey covered more than 9,000 kilometers. It was early morning when we set out from Beijing and it was almost dusk when we arrived in France.
When the plane was about to land, Jiang Yanyu slowly sat up, took off his blindfold and stretched.
Seeing Luo Qinglin staring at the tablet seriously, mumbling something to himself as if possessed by a demon, Jiang Yanyu sat next to him and asked, "What big thing are you working on now?"
Luo Qinglin clicked pause and raised the tablet. “One Hundred French Sentences for Beginners” was playing on the screen.
Luo Qinglin's expression was too serious, as if he was about to take a test. Jiang Yanyu couldn't help laughing and said, "You can speak English, don't be so nervous."
"But isn't this disrespectful to others?" Luo Qinglin asked.
Chen Qixin has arranged his schedule. Not only will he attend the show, but he will also go to the brand's small gatherings, charity galas, red carpets, and exhibitions with Jiang Yanyu.
How embarrassing it would be if someone asked him a question in French and he stumbled over the words and answered in English!
Luo Qinglin shook his head, ignored Jiang Yanyu's persuasion, and prepared to continue playing the teaching video.
"What do you want to learn? I'll teach you." Jiang Yanyu said as he took off Luo Qinglin's Bluetooth headset.
Luo Qinglin couldn't think of any dialogue to learn, so he asked, "How do you communicate with those designers and celebrities? What should I say then?"
Seeing Luo Qinglin's eagerness to learn, Jiang Yanyu thought seriously for a moment, then leaned close to his ear and said, "J'ai envie de toi."
When Jiang Yanyu spoke French, her voice was deeper than when she spoke Chinese. There was an inexplicable lazy sexiness to it that made Luo Qinglin unconsciously absent-minded and almost fell into some charming fantasy.
Forcibly interrupting his wandering thoughts, Luo Qinglin blinked and asked: "J'ai...what?"
"Envie de toi." Jiang Yanyu repeated.
"J'ai...envie...de toi." Luo Qinglin followed slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yanyu laughed softly. The low and hoarse voice accompanied by the hot air flow made Luo Qinglin's left ear turn red.
"why are you laughing?"
Luo Qinglin glared at Jiang Yanyu and finally realized something was wrong. "What does this mean?"
"It means..."
“Cough cough cough!”
Qin Xiaoxi, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly coughed, her face turned red, and she coughed very loudly.
Luo Qinglin turned his head, glanced at Qin Xiaoxi, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
Qin Xiaoxi covered her face and shook her head unnaturally, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you guys continue."
"Do you know what it means?" Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and asked Qin Xiaoxi.
"I don't know." Qin Xiaoxi quickly shook her head, put her phone in her pocket, and buried her head to continue studying.
As soon as I put the phone in my pocket, it automatically translated the words "J'ai envie de toi" into English.
It was not enough to play the translation once, it was played three times in a row before stopping.
Once the broadcast was over, the three of them fell silent.
Chen Qixin raised his head when he heard the voice, adjusted his glasses, glanced at the three people, and then quickly lowered his head to continue working.
Amid the clicking sound of the keyboard, Qin Xiaoxi had a blank expression on her face. She secretly reached into her pocket, turned off the black screen of her cell phone, and pretended nothing had happened.
Luo Qinglin sighed speechlessly, glared at Jiang Yanyu again, and decided never to believe in vixen again.
However, Luo Qinglin still underestimated Jiang Yanyu's shamelessness. Not only did he not feel ashamed, he even gave her an ambiguous smile.
"What did Mr. Luo just say? Want me?" Jiang Yanyu asked closer, "What kind of want do you want? BB."
Jiang Yanyu was close to him, and his hot breath felt itchy on his ears, stimulating Luo Qinglin so much that goose bumps appeared on the left side of his neck.
Luo Qinglin immediately covered his left ear, glared at Jiang Yanyu again, and muttered, "If you don't want to teach me, then forget it. Why are you making trouble?"
After muttering a few words angrily, Luo Qinglin said again: "Give me back my headphones."
Jiang Yanyu had just taken his headphones and had been holding them in his hand, as if he didn't intend to return them to him.
"Who said I don't want to teach? It's just a joke. Liven up the learning atmosphere and make it less boring." Jiang Yanyu coaxed, supporting his face with one hand.
After smoothing down the frizzy hair on Luo Qinglin's head, Jiang Yanyu said:
"As long as you can say 'hello', 'goodbye' and 'thank you', people will see that you don't speak French and will naturally communicate with you in English. They may even speak Chinese to you."
Luo Qinglin didn't believe the vixen's words and stared at him suspiciously.
"However, there is indeed a situation that would be rather embarrassing." Jiang Yanyu said mysteriously.
"What's going on?" Luo Qinglin asked in confusion.
Jiang Yanyu smiled gleefully and said, "People speak English to you, but you still can't understand because of their heavy accent."
!
Luo Qinglin widened his eyes and suddenly felt that these few hours of last-minute cramming would be less effective than listening to French-accented English more times.
Jiang Yanyu laughed out loud at Luo Qinglin's shocked expression and said frankly, "I lied to you. Most people who attend Fashion Week don't have an accent."
"Relax, don't be nervous," Jiang Yanyu comforted, "If you don't understand, I'll help you translate, and no one will bother you."
After being cheated by Jiang Yanyu twice in a row, Luo Qinglin no longer believed him, ignored him, and buried his head in studying.
After dozens of minutes, the plane finally landed at the airport.
When getting off the plane, Luo Qinglin lowered his head, followed Jiang Yanyu, and recited 100 sentences in his mind.
The shuttle bus had already parked outside the terminal, and there were quite a few vehicles parked on the roadside, including luxury cars, old cars, and new cars.
The driver looked like a local, with chestnut hair and blue eyes, but he spoke fluent Chinese.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Luo." The driver bent down and opened the car door.
Luo Qinglin's half-baked French got stuck in his throat, and after a pause he replied, "Thank you."
Qin Xiaoxi was carrying her suitcase and was about to get into the car, but Jiang Yanyu waved his hand and stopped her.
"Brother Jiang, what's wrong?" Qin Xiaoxi asked puzzledly.
"You take another car, and you don't have to stay in the hotel with us these days." Jiang Yanyu said, pointing to a dark green vintage car produced in the last century at the back.
Qin Xiaoxi had a bad feeling in her heart and slowly turned her head to look back.
"Bonjour! Long time no see~"
The door of the vintage car swung open, and Xiao Ruxuan, wearing a floral suspender and jeans and a lazy French braid, jumped out of the car with a big smile on her face.
After Jiang Yanyu finished explaining, he got into the car leisurely and closed the back door.
Luo Qinglin lay in front of the window, looking out worriedly, and witnessed the whole process of Xiao Ruxuan dragging Qin Xiaoxi into the car and stuffing the suitcase into the back seat.
Buzz......
The classic car started quickly, stirring up a gust of gasoline exhaust, and galloped outside the terminal.
"Why is Xiao Ruxuan here?" Luo Qinglin asked with a frown.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Jiang Yanyu explained, "She resigned from Yuexiang a few days ago and insisted on becoming Qin Xiaoxi's assistant. She said she went to university in Paris and could speak French, so I agreed."
Being an assistant...?
I've never seen an assistant pick someone up in a sports car.
"Isn't she the boss of Yue Xiang? Does she need to resign?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"She sold the shares to me. I'll give Bai Shengyun another week. If he continues to pretend to be dead, I'll close his studio." Jiang Yanyu said hatefully.
"That's not necessary. If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten about him." Luo Qinglin advised.
Chen Qixin put his luggage away, got in the car, and the driver stepped on the accelerator to start the engine.
As night fell, the car crossed the highway and drove quickly towards the city.
Luo Qinglin lay in front of the car window, quietly watching the scenery outside.
In the past, due to work reasons and in order to save time, he had only been to Southeast Asia to shoot blockbusters, and this was his first time in Europe.
It was already dark, and logically one wouldn't be able to see any beautiful sights, but Luo Qinglin still lay in front of the window, quietly observing this strange city.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at the back of the round head. Although he wanted to reach out and rub it, Luo Qinglin looked so well behaved that he was reluctant to disturb him.
With her slender, white neck slightly drooped, Jiang Yanyu quietly took out her cell phone and secretly took a picture of Luo Qinglin's back.
The lights on the Eiffel Tower were on, shining brightly with golden light. Luo Qinglin could see its shadow when it was still some distance away from the downtown area.
The buildings in Paris are not tall and there is only one skyscraper, so you can see the Eiffel Tower no matter where you are.
In just an hour's drive, the car had already arrived outside the booked hotel. The reception staff had already received the message and was standing outside the door waiting.
After tidying up his clothes, Luo Qinglin was about to open the door and get out of the car, but Jiang Yanyu grabbed his wrist.
"What for?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"We're not staying here tonight," Jiang Yanyu replied.
Chen Qixin turned off the computer, put it in his briefcase, turned around and said to Luo Qinglin: "Mr. Luo, Brother Jiang, see you the day after tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, Chen Qixin opened the door and got out of the car, opened the trunk, and asked the staff to take out all the suitcases.
The luggage was unloaded in a hurry, the driver closed the trunk, and stepped on the accelerator to drive off.
The car sped along the road, getting further and further away from the hotel.
Luo Qinglin looked out the window at the long Seine River and asked, "Where are we staying tonight?"
Jiang Yanyu placed his hand on the right side of his face and also looked towards the Seine, saying with a nostalgic tone, "Live in my house."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: My wife said she wanted me (hehe)
Luo Qinglin: You are cheating! You are a scoundrel!
ps: The author's French is poor, level 0, if there are any mistakes, I will humbly accept corrections
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