"Your name is Mary Lu?"
"You know my name?" This time it was Meimei's turn to be surprised.
After arriving in France, she gave herself an English name, Mary, the first letter of which was the same as the beginning of her nickname, Meimei.
However, those who are close to her prefer to call her Shan, just like Luna.
"You're the costume designer for the show, and your finale outfit is loved by many people. It's only natural that I know your name."
Meimei nodded.
"What's your Chinese name?"
"Lu Zhishan!"
"Xiaoshan?"
Meimei: “…”
Cheng Xiandong saw that she didn't seem to be used to it, and suddenly understood something.
"Or, do you have any other nicknames?" Cheng Xiandong looked at Meimei. At this moment, he was only three steps away from Meimei. If he took a step forward, maybe the two of them would get together.
Meimei suddenly felt herself even more nervous than before, her heartbeat quickened, and she even blurted out her own nickname easily.
"Meimei!"
"Which Mei?"
“Beautiful beauty!”
"I understand!"
The little girl in front of me has a blush on her face, her skin is fair and tender, and her every frown and smile reveals a sense of youthfulness.
But it unexpectedly caused ripples in Cheng Xiandong's heart.
It's like a calm lake, suddenly someone throws a stone into it.
"Where is Meimei from? Did she grow up abroad?"
"No, I grew up in Jiangbei."
"Why did you go abroad? Do you like fashion design?"
"Yeah! I like it!" Meimei nodded directly.
"After that, will you come to Hong Kong again? Or go back to France, or even back to Jiangbei?"
Cheng Xiandong didn't realize at all that he was prying into someone's privacy at the moment.
In fact, he is particularly accustomed to the current way of getting along.
In the past, others would ask him questions and he would answer them.
We suddenly exchanged, and I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in my heart.
I don’t know if it’s because of the role reversal or the person in front of me.
Meimei sensed something was a little off at this moment.
Or rather, she suddenly felt that Cheng Xiandong seemed to have too many problems.
All the questions were about her private matters.
"Sorry, I don't really want to answer. By the way, I told you before that you could ask for compensation. Within my ability, I can..."
"Please treat me to a meal!"
"Is that all?" Meimei couldn't believe it.
"Yes, a meal!"
"Okay...ah!" Meimei just agreed, but didn't have time to ask about the specific time and place.
Luna rushed over.
"Ahhhh... Cheng Xiandong, I'm your protector. You wore one of my designs on the catwalk that day. Can I have an autograph?"
Luna is a Westerner and speaks more directly.
He is also very open in making requests.
"Sure! Where do you want to sign? Do you have a pen?"
Although Luna was wearing a dress, there were a lot of things stuffed inside the dress.
A signature pen and a small notebook.
But she pointed directly at her face and said, "Sign it on my face!"
Luna plans to show off everywhere with Cheng Xiandong's signature, and then let everyone know that her idol is Cheng Xiandong.
"That's not good. How about this, I'll sign it in the notebook for you!"
Pointing to the notebook that Luna ignored, Cheng Xiandong spoke.
"Huh? Can't you sign on my face? Or... on my back? Or on my stomach..."
Before Luna could finish her words, Meimei went up and covered her mouth.
Then he said to Cheng Xiandong, "Just sign the book!"
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