Chapter 143 The Fake Daughter of a Wealthy Family 9
In April, Freire, Owen and Patrick were all confirmed to be admitted to Harvard University and will become freshmen at the end of August.
To celebrate, and also to allow Su Youran, who had been busy participating in competitions in recent months, to relax, the three of them unanimously decided to put the long-postponed international trip on the agenda.
The destination this time was not chosen to be China, partly because the epidemic had just ended and there were still uncertainties.
Second, due to the donations and foundation issues some time ago, the media was everywhere reporting on the Rockefeller family and Su Youran, and the heat was still high. If a group of foreigners who looked different went there to visit, they would simply be walking into a trap.
Taking security and privacy into consideration, after discussing with Su Youran, Freyr did not continue to choose China, but instead decided on Italy, the capital of art.
"It's Fashion Week now. Let's go to Milan first. Michaela, didn't you also choose the fashion design course? It's a good opportunity to observe. Then we will go to Venice, Florence, and the last stop is Sicily. How about it?"
"They're not close to each other. How long will it take?"
In the spacious and bright dance studio, Su Youran held the handles, lowered her shoulders, tightened her legs, straightened her waist, and slightly lifted her chin. Her beautiful neck line was perfectly displayed, her posture was upright, and her manners were dignified, as proud and elegant as a white swan.
"About a month."
Owen sat casually on the floor leaning against the wall. He stared at Su Youran for a long time before he looked at Freyr beside him hesitantly:
"Has Michaela grown taller?"
"Yeah, it's almost half a head taller. Now it's at my level."
Freyr gestured at a spot below his chest, looking proud and gratified. He was even happier than Su Youran when she won an international award.
Patrick seemed to be unable to bear it and moved aside:
"Frere, now you're like a daddy showing off that the baby can roll over, hahahaha!"
Su Youran suddenly gasped and her body swayed. She couldn’t keep her balance and turned around to glare at the people who were deliberately causing trouble:
"Everyone, get out! Don't disturb me while I'm practicing dancing!"
You are the little babies!
Three tall and strong boys were chased out of the dance studio like chickens. They stood at the door with dazed faces, looking at each other, seemingly at a loss.
"Michaela...is she even more lively?"
"As he grows taller, his temper also grows longer..."
"Oh my, little girl is in a terrible state now. She is no longer my weak and cute little angel!"
After muttering, the three of them couldn't help but smile at each other. This was good. She was slowly opening her heart and releasing her nature, proving that they treated her differently.
"What's the difference?"
Dacre sat in the front row of the show, watching the models walk by in boredom:
"There are so many new styles delivered to you every month, why would you want to watch such a boring fashion show?"
Even when she was indoors, Lilith wore a pair of large black-framed sunglasses, covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of bright red lips, enchanting and sexy:
"What do you know? You're just a stupid little boy!"
"Hey! Lilith, just talk, why are you making personal attacks?"
"Where did I attack you?" Lilith's lips curled slightly, and her eyes hidden by sunglasses were full of evil smiles: "'Small'? But I didn't say you were small in any way, why are you so anxious?"
“Ahem!”
Dacre was so angry that he almost jumped up regardless of the occasion. Lancelock patted his head as a comfort while trying to hold back his laughter. Pasrick made a strange "puff puff" sound from his mouth.
"Lilith!"
Freyr glared at her warningly. Owen had already covered Su Youran's ears with his hands, causing her to look over in surprise.
Owen laughed softly:
"Be good, this is not for you to listen to."
"Michaela is from China, not you!" Lilith pouted: "Don't tell me you haven't received a 'special invitation'?"
! !
As soon as these words came out, several boys' pupils trembled: "No!"
Stop talking nonsense and ruining our reputation!
"Tsk!" Lilith flipped her hair in boredom and looked back at the catwalk. When she saw a male model who had just walked out, her eyes lit up: "Hey, this one's good!"
Su Youran was wearing a white off-shoulder dress. She leaned to the right with her legs together. She slowly raised her head when she heard the words.
Joshua walked onto the catwalk with an expressionless face. It was not a standard model walk, but he attracted everyone's attention almost the moment he appeared on the stage.
His short silver-gray hair was combed back, revealing his full forehead. Under his slanted eyebrows were a pair of light blue eyes, which were clear but with a hint of melancholy. His three-dimensional facial features were as handsome as if carved by a knife. He had a stern face, but a cute pout.
Contradictory and fascinating.
He suppressed his irritation and walked towards the center of the T-stage. As long as he stood there for a few seconds, he would be halfway done with his mission for the day!
Three meters... Two meters...
A flash light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Joshua subconsciously turned his head. He was not a professional model and had not received any relevant training.
Who would have thought that when he tilted his head he would bump into a pair of dark, clear eyes.
What kind of eyes are those?
It is as if the crystal is immersed in the lake water, clear, peaceful, and carrying the power to soothe people's hearts.
It is like a clear spring in the hot summer, refreshing, pure and refreshing.
Joshua's restless heart miraculously calmed down, and he couldn't help but stare at the little girl.
The first thought was: So small... an elementary school student?
As he walked back around the center of the catwalk, he was still instinctively searching for her figure. He couldn't tell why, but he just wanted to take another look...
Because of his strangeness, many people turned their attention to him. In fact, he had already attracted a lot of attention when Su Youran and his group entered the venue.
A group of young boys and girls, all of them have good looks and excellent temperament. Their clothes and outfits are obviously custom-made, and they definitely come from prominent families.
Especially the little girl in the center, with black hair and black eyes, the smallest, but with a stronger presence than anyone else. That face is simply in line with the common aesthetic point of all mankind.
who is she?
Freyr and Owen leaned forward in tacit understanding, blocking most of the sight, and they couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied with the model just now.
What are you looking at? Not professional at all!
Because of this little episode, both of them looked unhappy until the end of the show.
"My dear little gentlemen, what is the matter? Is the show to-day so unsatisfactory to you?"
Ricardo, with gray hair and holding a carved wooden stick, came up with a joking smile. Others didn't know who these boys and girls were, but as the chief director of the Blue Blood brand, he knew it very well.
After all, he was the one who had someone bring them in.
There was once a popular saying: "Fashion originated in England, originated in France, became an art in Italy, and is a means of making money in the United States."
The profound meaning behind this is worth careful savoring.
But Ricardo knew them for more than just this reason.
He looked at Freyr, his eyes full of emotion. The last time they met, he seemed to be a little kid, with a cold and impatient look on his face, ignoring anyone who spoke to him. He didn't expect that he had grown up so big in the blink of an eye...
"Gemma asked me to give you her regards. She's happy to see how well you've grown."
Freyr looked indifferent, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.
Ricardo sighed inwardly and turned to Su Youran:
"Oh, my little angel, you are more beautiful than the rumors say! I feel like seeing you suddenly gives me a lot of inspiration. Perhaps you would like to be my muse?"
Owen had a gentle smile on his face:
"Dear Ricardo, Michaela has no intention of getting involved in the fashion world at the moment."
"Oh that's a shame."
They were talking about social etiquette in front, while Su Youran secretly asked Darrick:
"Who is Gemma?"
Darrick was surprised: "You don't know?"
Su Youran blinked innocently. Should I know?
Lilith sneered: "Do you think she would care about these insignificant things when she first came here, and she was so oblivious to the world outside and only focused on reading the books of sages?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "irrelevant", and there was an inexplicable resentment in her tone?
Darrick, who can be a bit silly sometimes, missed the point:
"Lilith, your Chinese has improved a lot. You can even recite poetry now?"
Lilith: ...
She rolled her eyes almost to the sky, why does she have such a stupid brother? !
Lancelock couldn't help laughing and rubbed Su Youran's head:
"Gemma is Freyr's mother and his father's first girlfriend."
"Frel's mom? What about you? And...what does girlfriend mean?"
Shouldn't it be the wife?
"It seems like you really don't care about us, Michaela!"
I don't know when Ricardo disappeared. Freyr put his arm around Su Youran's shoulders and led her forward.
"We all don't have the same mother, and our father has never been married. He just had a lot of relationships."
It should be said that Albert may be a non-marriageist. He doesn't care about dating or having children. As long as marriage is mentioned, there is only one way out, which is to break up.
Freire's mother was a supermodel at first. After giving birth to Freire, she used Albert's relationship to start her own personal brand. Now she is a well-known figure in the fashion circle.
As for Lilith, Lancelot, and Darrick, their mothers have different identities, some are movie stars, some are ordinary restaurant waitresses, and one is even a British noble lady.
"So... who is my mother?"
The others were silent. They didn't know. Albert had never mentioned it. If it weren't for the letter, they wouldn't even know that he had a relationship in China.
Lilith said with an annoyed "tsk".
"What does it matter who it is? They are the ones who abandoned the child anyway!"
They did know who their mothers were, and if they wanted to meet them, Albert would never stop them, but had anyone ever come to see them on purpose?
It’s the same as having it or not!
Su Youran looked up at her, tentatively reached out her hand, and shook it gently:
"It doesn't matter. We are still here."
Lilith blushed slightly and turned her head away. Lancelot smiled and held her head down, while Darrick muttered in disgust, "Girls are troublesome," while pulling Lilith's other arm.
Freyr opened his arms and hugged them all, while Patrick stood behind and watched with a smile.
Owen held the camera to capture the beauty of this moment forever.
The Milan stop came to an end, and just when everyone was about to forget the little episode on the catwalk, Luo Shuya suddenly appeared in their sight in a magical manner.
The author has something to say:
This chapter was not written smoothly (covering face). Because of the delay at noon, you can check the pre-collected articles. Haha, there are changes.
Today is the first update (shy) PS: Milan Fashion Week should be in February or March, but it was postponed a bit due to the plot.
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