Day 30
The Maybach stopped at the door, and a straight leg stepped out of the low-key black car first.
Then there's the face that should be considered a template from any angle. Cong He will be 37 next year, and while there are natural signs of aging on his face, it's these very signs that add to his unique charm.
Time cannot defeat beauty.
There are a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes, breaking the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, which are as sharp as those of classical sculptures.
He has deep-set eyes, which are rare among Asian men. His amber irises appear translucent like honey under strong light.
The mandibular angle is extremely narrow, but the perfect curvature of the masseter muscle avoids the feeling of femininity. When the fingertips unconsciously stroke the chin, the neatly trimmed stubble will cast a light blue shadow on the cold white skin.
He is very tall. The movie that won him an award ten years ago cultivated his interest in fitness. Therefore, his muscles are full but not cumbersome, and he exudes a classic and luxurious temperament.
He and Lin Weiwei were high school classmates. When they met, they first hugged each other as close friends, but when they turned around, they saw Fu Xunyan.
The entrance of Patrox was shining brightly at this moment. The windows of the building next door were already crowded with people. They looked at the scene downstairs and exclaimed that it was like a movie.
"My eyes are cleansed... I forgive the saturated work of today."
"Wow wow wow wow this is so cool, I declare this is the meeting of two Asian grasses - ah never mind that's a bit too exaggerated!"
"Am I the only one who is amazed that the young boy is not losing out? The opponent is Cong He..."
"Wow, wow, wow, this is my son! Treasure hunting actually came to my company campus, oh my god!"
"!! You guys think they're going to cooperate, right? Yeah, that's downstairs at Patrox!"
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"Oh my god, that actually makes sense! Too bad we can't post a question. Ahhh, now I really hate the park's confidentiality agreement!"
In the sunshine, the mature man standing in front of the car is eye-catching, but the newcomer following the female designer cannot be ignored.
His eyes were distinctive, instantly arresting. They were fox-like, graceful yet dangerous. His eyelashes, though not thick, were long and cast a shadow across his cheekbones.
Especially when she lowered her eyes and smiled softly, this shadow blended with the faint red hue on her lower eyelid, creating a sense of compassion, as if from the mercy of a deity. A small cinnabar-colored mole adorned the tip of her nose, like a kiln-fired crystal that had accidentally spilled onto the surface of white porcelain glaze.
He is like a mysterious butterfly, flying through the decaying forest, carrying the breath of corruption to new life.
Cong He was slightly stunned, especially when the light from the sky shifted slightly, illuminating the young man's face.
"Are you Fu Xunyan?" Cong He asked softly with a friendly attitude. He did not have the coldness he had when walking on the catwalk or the arrogance of a senior. Instead, he treated Fu Xunyan like fragile glass.
Fu Xunyan felt helpless.
Ever since his past stories were exposed, many kind-hearted seniors have treated him with such caution.
"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, senior." Fu Xunyan was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed slightly to show his respect, but a big hand immediately appeared in front of him.
Fu Xunyan looked up in surprise, but there was no special emotion in the other person's calm eyes.
Cong He still insisted on extending his hand. Fu Xunyan pursed his lips and reached out to hold it lightly.
The young man's hands were not smooth, their joints distinct and covered with thin calluses, evidence of his past and the ironclad evidence of his suffering. Cong He withdrew his hand, smiled, and unexpectedly put his arm around Fu Xunyan's shoulders.
"We're going to be doing a magazine shoot together soon, so don't be so reserved. I'm also nervous with a handsome guy like you standing next to me. What will I do if my few old fans are snatched away? Girls these days are so good at eating, it's easy for them to get flirted with."
Fu Xunyan smiled and said, "No, you are a real handsome man who has stood the test of time."
Cong He still smiled heartily.
Cong He should also be a good person, Fu Xunyan guessed.
After winning the Grand Slam fifteen years ago, he has been in semi-retirement mode and has not taken on any movies or TV series. Instead, he occasionally walks on the catwalk and shoots magazines. It is obvious that he is protecting his reputation and does not want to deal with those dirty things.
Perhaps Cong He’s true character still needs to be considered, but at least from these incidents that have been dug up, it shows that he did not go along with the corrupt officials.
Speaking of which, this collaboration is a bit "irregular" because there is no precedent for a "spokesperson" and an "ambassador" to appear in a pictorial together, which completely equalizes the status of the two.
But Lin Weiwei had her own ideas, and Cong He was very happy about it.
Fu Xunyan and Cong He were not in the same dressing room, but for some reason, this senior came to see him after he finished putting on his makeup, came to see him after he finished doing his hair, and came to see him again after he got dressed.
I kept a close eye on him and inadvertently introduced him to a good friend who was a psychology expert and who could introduce him to someone if needed.
Glancing at Cong He's eyes that seemed relaxed but couldn't help revealing a hint of worry, Fu Xunyan's helplessness deepened.
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Cong He met the helpless look of his junior in a daze, and immediately loosened his arms, stood up, and coughed uncomfortably.
"I don't mean anything else. I just said if you need it, then you can."
Fu Xunyan pursed his lips, and while the makeup artist and stylist went to get the clothes, he spoke, "Well, I understand. Thank you very much, senior..."
"Brother Cong, what the senior said sounds weird." Cong He interrupted immediately.
"Okay, Brother Cong." Fu Xunyan changed his tone obediently, "Thank you very much, Brother Cong, for introducing the doctor to me. I also appreciate your concern. But I am indeed doing well now. I am not depressed at all, really not at all."
Cong He looked at him with a look that seemed to indicate he didn't quite believe it.
Fu Xunyan smiled, "Okay, if you insist, Brother Cong, in order not to disappoint your kindness, I will contact him if I have any questions."
In fact, among the two, the one who is really sick is Cong He.
The handsome man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the boy's affirmative answer, and walked out of the dressing room with a smile. No one saw how restrained his hands were when he closed the door, so restrained that his veins were exposed and his knuckles were red.
As a designer, Lin Weiwei of course came to see the photoshoot. She sat at a small table at the shoot site, answering emails and asking questions to her assistant while holding a cup of coffee.
"Are they here yet? It only takes fifteen minutes to get here from the garden?"
Lin Weiwei looked up at the sky. The afternoon light was just right, illuminating the grassland with golden light. In the distance, two horses were strolling leisurely.
"Push him a little harder. Cong He knows how to ride a horse, so there's no need to worry. But Fu Xunyan hasn't received any training, so I'm not sure if he can catch on quickly. Don't exceed the time limit."
The two cars became one, Cong He invited Fu Xunyan to come along, and Li Pengcheng was happy to see it happen, so he drove the inconspicuous nanny car back to the company first.
The people on the car got off from both sides. Everyone held their breath, and everything in front of them became a slow motion picture.
The reason is simple. Really, why do these two men act like they're in a movie? It's so atmospheric...
The older man was wearing a dark grey short suit. The good tailoring made his figure more upright. Combined with his dream girl ceiling face, he looked like a noble young man who walked out of a comic book.
The younger ones are even more amazing. As a fresh face in the entertainment industry, he undoubtedly has the ability to grab everyone's attention in an instant.
The makeup is obviously different from the stage one. There is no light-colored foundation, but it is more inclined to natural skin color, making the face more realistic.
No eyeshadow, just a light sweep of contour powder to make the eyebrows and eyes look deeper.
The focus is on the eyebrows. The sword-like brows he used on stage were replaced with knife-like brows, which were raised and widened slightly, weakening the "delicate" feeling and increasing the "wild" feeling. The makeup artist also ingeniously used eyeliner to dot a few small moles on his face and neck, making him look more vivid.
The theme of this poster is "White Horse Spring Breeze".
Fu Xunyan touched his real "partner", a silver-white horse with the luster of mother-of-pearl. Its eyes were obedient, and even an outsider could tell that it was a "handsome horse". Regardless of its running ability, it must be very good-looking.
Its mane is braided into twelve extremely fine braids, with a hexagonal pendant made of meteoric iron tied to the end. The green inside is high-quality jadeite.
"How's it going? He seems to have a good personality, perfect for a newbie like you."
Cong He led his horse, which matched Fu Xunyan's white horse. His horse was red, with textured fur, which matched Cong He's temperament very well, and he had a kind of nobleness from the inside out.
If Fu Xunyan's horse looks compassionate and gentle, then Cong He's horse is arrogant and unruly.
"He does have a good personality and is very friendly." After all, it was Fu Xunyan's first time to have close contact with a horse. He touched the horse's head that lowered down on its own initiative, and his eyes unconsciously revealed fondness and joy.
Cong He got angry again and unconsciously suggested: "If you like it, how about I buy it for you?"
As if realizing his words were a bit inappropriate, he tried to make amends, "This is our first collaboration, and we wanted to commemorate it. If you're worried about taking care of it, you can leave it here."
Fu Xunyan tilted his head, and there was confusion on Cong He's face that he himself was not aware of.
"Don't do that." After spending a while interacting with Cong He, Fu Xunyan found that the other party was very easy to talk to, so he spoke less reservedly.
"If I buy it, it will be my responsibility. I have to be responsible for it. At least I have to come and see it occasionally, but... I don't have the ability or confidence to stick with it."
Cong He was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. "You're right. Never mind. Just treat me as a joke."
"While they're adjusting the equipment, shall I teach you how to ride?"
Fu Xunyan nodded, and the two happily began teaching. However, Fu Xunyan was a quick learner, and within ten minutes Cong He was completely useless.
"It's really unfulfilling to teach you." Cong He complained.
The young man on the horse raised his eyebrows. "Then, if there's a chance, I'll ask Teacher Cong to teach me how to gallop. That might take a little longer."
Both of them laughed, and at that moment they heard a cracking sound not far away.
The photographer waved his hand sheepishly, "This photo is really great, I'll put it in the spare photos for you to see later!"
The work was completed very quickly in the afternoon. Even Lin Weiwei couldn't help but sigh that this was the most trouble-free spokesperson and ambassador she had ever seen. They could both pose in any style the photographer wanted, and their efficiency was extremely high.
Although Fu Xunyan was indeed a little clumsy, he had a strong ability to understand and was able to correct the problems the fastest every time the photographer raised them.
The photographer was grinning from ear to ear. He had originally planned to take 300 photos, but he ended up taking 600 photos. Every one of them was a masterpiece. Even if they were taken continuously, the photographer was reluctant to delete any moment.
This was definitely the pinnacle of his photography career! Looking at the images in the camera, the photographer couldn't wait to export the photos. Although he used top-notch memory cards, he was really worried that something unexpected would cause the photos to be lost.
Patrox's poster production this time was a bit hasty, so after returning, all the staff worked overtime to produce the pictorials and season booklets, and put them on sale immediately.
In other words, this sale was completely unexpected and without any prior publicity.
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"Big news!" A girl with fashionable makeup rushed into the office, biting a sandwich. She shook her cell phone and saw the interface on the screen was obviously the official website of Patrox.
"Did you know? Fu Xunyan, yes, the trainee who was the victim of the bullying incident a while ago, has officially announced a collaboration with Patrox! His resources are incredible!!"
"What what!" The chubby boy next to him leaned over. "Oh my God, do I have any prophetic abilities? Ask Cai Cai. I saw Fu Xunyan's photo the other day and he said he'd be perfect for working with the P family."
"Wow, our company didn't even hear about this beforehand. They kept it a secret quite tightly. When did they decide to cooperate?"
The girl put the sandwich down and searched carefully.
"Ah, it was decided two days ago. It's said that after the designer saw the stage performance of 'New Century', he handpicked Fu Xunyan to be the ambassador. Look, that's what Lin Weiwei said at the official press conference."
The boy was also busy prodding at his phone, and then he let out another exclamation, "Ahhhhhh! It's Cong He!"
"Hasn't Cong He always been the spokesperson for P? What are you yelling about?"
"No! Cong He, a spokesperson, is actually willing to shoot a magazine photo with Fu Xunyan, a newly appointed ambassador. The cover is expected to be a double photo. No, in this case, where is Cong He's advantage?"
"The first and last pages are all solo photos of him. See, isn't it stated here? Fu Xunyan should only have a double photo on the cover, a double photo on the inside page, and two solo photos on the middle pages. Cong He takes up five pages alone, and the others must be P's official models."
All the young people in the office became excited, because that was Cong He!
That’s also Fu Xunyan!
Although Fu Xunyan didn’t seem to have produced any magazines or pictorials before, but, that’s Fu Xunyan!
Fu Xunyan, who has become a hot topic with his official photos, dominated the forum with his theme song MV, and completely overwhelmed everyone with his close-up shots on the first public stage!
Even if he stands in front of the camera with a wooden face, he is still a vase worthy of praise!
"Order two copies for me!" the fat boy shouted immediately.
"I want one too! Damn it! If I had known this would happen, I would have signed up for P's VIP membership sooner. This magazine is only available to VIPs. Aren't they afraid it won't sell out?"
The girl remained silent for a while, then she raised her head, sighed, and held up her phone. "Don't worry too much. It's too late for us."
The word "Sold Out" is marked in large letters below the product column.
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