Chapter 82 Fox Beauty
It was already noon when we left the hotel for the show. Bai Shengyun shamelessly squeezed into the back seat of Luo Qinglin's car on the pretext of discussing "business".
"If you want to know anything, just ask me directly." Bai Shengyun said.
Luo Qinglin thought about it and asked a question he had always been curious about, "Why is he a model?"
"This...he didn't tell me." Bai Shengyun replied.
"Then, do you think he hates being a model?" Luo Qinglin asked again.
"Uh... this is a job, there's no such thing as liking or disliking it," Bai Shengyun scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Ask me some other questions, I promise I can answer them."
Luo Qinglin's already limited patience was almost at its limit. He glanced at him and asked, "Who was his first love? Do I know her?"
"This..." Bai Shengyun opened his mouth and quickly closed it, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Luo Qinglin waved his hands and rolled his eyes, "Forget it, you don't know anything. Go chase Qin Xiaoxi yourself and don't waste your time with me."
"No, no, no, let me tell you something else," Bai Shengyun said softly, covering her mouth, "He has never been in a relationship."
Jiang Yanyu has never been in love?
Are those rumors false? !
This news made people's heart surge. Luo Qinglin stood up suddenly, stared at Bai Shengyun and asked: "How do you know he hasn't dated before?"
"Because he likes..." Bai Shengyun coughed and changed the subject midway, "He is busy with work, how can he have time for a relationship? Besides, I have been in touch with him since he went to London, so of course I know that he has never been in a relationship!"
Bai Shengyun spoke with such confidence that it didn't sound like he was lying, which made people believe him.
Luo Qinglin's emotions first reached a peak because he realized that as long as he responded to Jiang Yanyu's love, Jiang Yanyu's first lover would be him.
The possessiveness formed a secret excitement, stimulating Luo Qinglin's emotions to a peak.
But soon, the high emotions fell to the bottom again, because this incident proved that those romantic rumors were false, and Jiang Yanyu didn't like to turn straight men gay at all.
He used the wrong method from the beginning and took a long detour. What should he do then? How can I quickly get rid of the label of being a straight guy?
Luo Qinglin had a weird expression on his face, and his face turned pale, as if he was unhappy.
Bai Shengyun thought she had said something wrong, so she asked tentatively, "Don't you... dislike inexperienced men?"
In distress, Luo Qinglin's mind was in a mess, and he repeatedly confirmed: "Are you sure he has never been in a relationship?"
"Of course, I'm sure!" Bai Shengyun assured.
My heart felt like it was being roasted on fire, and then frozen in ice to cool down, and my body was filled with complex and contradictory emotions. Luo Qinglin pressed his forehead against the glass window, tapping it gently, as if this could help him calm down.
One wrong step leads to all wrong.
Why did he have to pretend and act in the beginning?
Luo Qinglin stared at the street outside the window in a daze, his regrets piling up. He even felt like a fool, extremely stupid.
"Um..." Bai Shengyun carefully poked Luo Qinglin's arm, "I've revealed such a big secret to you, don't you have to express your gratitude?"
"Ha..." Luo Qinglin sighed tiredly and replied, "She likes sweet girls, why don't you turn yourself into a sweet girl?"
Bai Shengyun didn't understand and asked in confusion: "What does it mean to become a sweet girl?"
Luo Qinglin tilted his head impatiently and looked up and down at Bai Shengyun's face. "If you wear a wig, double ponytails, and a pleated skirt, she will definitely like it. Anyway, you look sweet, so it won't be out of place even if you wear women's clothes."
"You!" Bai Shengyun opened his eyes wide, blushed and retorted, "But I'm a man! How can a man wear a skirt?"
"Your aesthetic is narrow. Who says men can't wear skirts?" Luo Qinglin snorted coldly, "Everyone can wear whatever they want. Don't use your stereotypes to frame others."
"Of course, I don't mean to force you to wear women's clothes. I'm just making a suggestion. You can listen to it if you want to, or you can choose not to." Luo Qinglin said lightly and continued to worry about the window.
After the two men who had recently formed an alliance shared information with each other, they fell into silence and pondered outside the window.
The car continued driving, bypassing the Champs-Elysées and outside the Futuristic Square.
There were many media reporters standing outside the square.
There were not many stars attending the show, most of them were celebrities in the fashion circle. Bai Shengyun and Luo Qinglin were sandwiched among them and were considered ordinary people who were ignored by everyone.
I thought the calmness would last until I entered the venue, but a sticky "Brother Qinglin" pushed Luo Qinglin's annoyance to the extreme.
"Stay away from him!" Bai Shengyun wanted to push Si Moyu away, but he stopped in advance and stood one meter away from them.
Luo Qinglin smiled kindly, but said, "Mr. Si, you are bothering me so much, please stop pestering me."
I didn't expect him to say it so bluntly. Si Moyu was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes wide and said innocently, "I'm not pestering you. I just happened to receive an invitation to come to the show."
"My queen...ah, big brother, can you please stop acting?" Bai Shengyun frowned and said, "If someone doesn't like you, don't be so shameless and pester them. Just be straightforward."
"It's none of your business." Si Moyu turned her head and gave Bai Shengyun a delicate look.
Bai Shengyun's anger quickly rose after his kind words of persuasion were met with disgust. His eyes were red with anger, "Mr. Si, don't be so shameless."
"I gave up my face voluntarily. Unlike you, you don't have any face at all." Si Moyu retorted.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Luo Qinglin directly pulled Bai Shengyun into the show venue and left the battlefield.
"What?" Bai Shengyun struggled to say, "I really need to find someone to beat him up and throw him out on the street as a warning to everyone. He is so disgusting and deserves a beating."
Luo Qinglin covered his ears and asked with squinted eyes: "Aren't you going to change your temper from today?"
"I was just... forget it." Bai Shengyun took a deep breath, barely suppressed his anger, and walked to his seat without saying a word.
The audience seats are scattered, not at the traditional ends of the T-stage, but scattered everywhere, with only nine seats in each place.
As Luo Qinglin expected, when he sat down, Si Moyu also came over and sat in the seat next to him.
Bai Shengyun rolled his eyes, took a deep breath into the air, and turned his face to the other side, determined not to see it or be bothered by it.
In order to prevent Si Moyu from making a surprise attack, Luo Qinglin put both his hands into his suit pockets and leaned towards Bai Shengyun, trying to stay away from him.
"Brother Qinglin, don't be afraid of me. I won't do anything to you." Si Moyu moved closer, wishing he could stick to Luo Qinglin.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and decided to use his trump card that he hadn't used for several months.
"Mr. Si, we have the same number." Luo Qinglin said.
Si Moyu was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, "Really? Brother is also 0.5? Then we are a perfect match."
Si Moyu is like a sticky candy, you can't get rid of him.
Luo Qinglin was speechless, and finally turned his head away. Like Bai Shengyun, he was determined not to see it and not to be bothered.
Until the fashion show began, Luo Qinglin pretended not to hear anything Si Moyu said and immersed himself in his own world.
When the lights around him dimmed, Luo Qinglin was still thinking about how he could naturally take off the label of a straight man.
He didn't want to continue wasting time and wear out Jiang Yanyu's patience. He wanted to make things clear with Jiang Yanyu now and wanted to be together as soon as possible.
The strings played the prelude, and the female voice singing the aria penetrated the gap in the air, bringing out the first beam of light on the T-stage. Luo Qinglin came back to his senses, raised his phone and started recording, his eyes fixed on the place where the model appeared.
The lights on the show changed from white to yellow, rendering the T-stage in gentle warm tones.
The male models appeared one by one. Luo Qinglin held his breath, his eyes gradually became greedy in the darkness, his eyes were dry as if they were lacking water, and only the appearance of that one person could quench his thirst.
The aria's chanting becomes louder and louder, and the jumping florid music is like the splash of water caused by a stone falling into the water, with breakpoints in between the continuity.
The chanting came to an end, and when the last long tail note began, Jiang Yanyu finally appeared.
Jiang Yanyu's hair was curled and lay fluffy on her forehead.
He was only wearing an asymmetrically cut long robe that was full of classical beauty, like a goddess walking out of an ancient mural.
Jiang Yanyu walked forward barefoot, step by step, with light steps. Every step seemed to be immersed in elegance. From the beginning to the end, he was on the same precise straight line.
Luo Qinglin's lips opened slightly, as if only by breathing through his mouth could he relieve the throbbing heartbeat in his left chest.
The moment the point was fixed, the chanting completely ended.
The light on the T-stage gradually dimmed. Jiang Yanyu turned around, tilted his head slightly, accurately found Luo Qinglin's position, and looked at him from a long distance.
Although the distance between them was very far, Luo Qinglin felt that Jiang Yanyu was right in front of him. His soul seemed to be sucked closer and closer by those amber eyes, and he was only one centimeter away from entering the other's soul.
During the quiet and "long" eye contact, the lights dimmed completely.
There was no light around and Luo Qinglin's eyes were dark, but he still stared blankly at the T-stage.
As the strings sounded at the end of the opera, the lights in the auditorium came on. Luo Qinglin stared at the empty T-stage with his eyes blank, as if his soul had been taken away by a monster.
Warm applause broke out all around, and Luo Qinglin was suddenly awakened by the applause. He hurriedly pressed the pause button of the video, put away his phone, and applauded with others.
Si Moyu sat aside, his eyes not on the model from beginning to end, but staring at Luo Qinglin quietly, witnessing all his expressions.
The more he peeked, the tighter Si Moyu's hands clenched. The gradually rising aria was like his jealousy, burning more and more fiercely until his internal organs were on fire.
When the show ended, Si Moyu chuckled mockingly, then stood up and applauded with others, but he clapped so hard that his palms turned red.
Both of them looked at the stage, Luo Qinglin's eyes were filled with desire, while Si Moyu was brewing jealousy that was about to explode...
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Luo Qinglin: My soul was sucked away by this vixen's skin!
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