Long-distance flights are the most tiring. But Paris is so far from Heping City, Kang Mucheng insisted on taking Jian Jing with him. The flight of more than ten hours was inevitable.

Jian Jing was not interested: "I have to fly to Paris to buy it. If I don't win the prize, I will be laughed at."

"It's the first time to be nominated, there's no harm in being cautious." Kang Mucheng said, "I also want you to stay away."

Regardless of whether the scarred man followed her or not, it was safer to go abroad and return home, and he didn't have to worry about her disappearing at any time.

She was in the mountains some time ago, and she couldn't be contacted for no reason. If she didn't know that she went with Ji Feng, she would be scared to death.

"Then pray that I win the prize." Jian Jing muttered and nestled into the seat. Fortunately, the first-class cabin is spacious, otherwise my legs would be sore after sitting for more than ten hours.

She opened her iPad and paused on the memo. In the end, she did not open the electronic file, but chose a downloaded variety show.

Kang Mucheng glanced at it: "The show that Jiang Baiyan participated in?"

"He recommended it to me, saying that it looked like a travel variety show, but it was actually a palace drama." Jian Jing put on headphones, "There are three male guests, one straight, one curved, and one Shuang. Curved and Shuang are ex-ex-boyfriends, and Shuang's ex-boyfriend is a female guest. She and Curved are best friends. The two female guests were good sisters at the beginning, but turned against each other at the end."

Kang Mucheng: "You just watch this?"

"How fun." She said, "The audience thought Curved and his best friend were a couple, and Shuang was a good guy. I feel sorry for their brother."

Kang Mucheng shook his head and said nothing more.

A few hours later, many passengers began to feel drowsy, and the flight attendants began to serve airline meals. Jian Jing had no appetite and ordered a glass of white wine to help her sleep.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" he asked.

Jian Jing said, "I stayed up late playing games."

Once the brain is idle, it will automatically think about the case. She had no choice but to throw herself into the game and played the game all night with full concentration.

Not to mention, after her physical fitness improved, she played the game more vigorously.

The reaction was faster, the operation was more accurate, and the more she played, the more addicted she became.

Kang Mucheng sighed and was about to speak, but she smiled and said, "I know that staying up late is harmful to my health. I didn't mean to do it. I was so engrossed in the game that I forgot the time." She

blocked all the words he wanted to say.

Logically, he should be relieved that she was so sensible, but the fact was quite the opposite. This feeling made Kang Mucheng very powerless.

Recently, there are always similar moments. I want to say something, but I have nothing to say.

So, he had to change the subject with a complicated mood: "Yingjie is also in Paris, he is waiting for us at the hotel."

Jian Jing asked with concern: "How is he?"

During the summer vacation, Si Yingjie invited them to go on vacation to Mermaid Island, but ended up in the most tragic Shura field in his life. He first met his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend, then his ex-girlfriend was killed by her friend, and then he found out that his ex-wife was a business spy who came for secrets.

He was devastated by this and rarely contacted her after returning to China.

"It's not good, so ask him to come out and relax, and he can also help you with your advisory." Kang Mucheng handed her two fashion magazines, "If you find it boring, make up for it."

She was free anyway, so she took the magazines and began to make up for major fashion brands.

After eating and sleeping from time to time, I finally survived the long flight time.

We arrived in Paris.

People have the impression that Paris is a romantic and elegant city, and it is a pilgrimage site for many people. However, the truth is probably not so. Like every city, it has its magnificent and heavy side, as well as its terrible and poor side.

Anyway, Jian Jing feels that there are more thieves here than in China.

On the way to the hotel, she was sitting in the car and witnessed three thefts and a robbery.

In this regard, she had to comfort herself that this is Paris, not London, and Paris is not suitable for murder.

When we arrived at the hotel, the public security suddenly improved.

Needless to say, there were trivial matters such as check-in. Jian Jing met Si Yingjie again.

He was thinner than before, and his spirits had not improved. He was not as enthusiastic as when they met on vacation before. Today he was dressed casually, and greeted lazily: "Xiao Jingjing, are you also interested in the fashion show?"

"Boss Kang insisted that I come." Jian Jing immediately betrayed her boss, "I know nothing about fashion, I really don't know what's so good about the fashion show."

Si Yingjie glanced at her and stood up for her friend: "The model is still very beautiful."

Jian Jing: "..." Ha, man.

Si Yingjie also sighed: "Gisele Bundchen's figure is so beautiful."

In front of the beauty, Jian Jing changed sides without standing: "That's right."

Thinking about it again, since she was here, she couldn't waste the opportunity.

So, the next day she went to a big brand show with some expectations. She

met many stars and Internet celebrities.

Many stars and Internet celebrities came to the red carpet. There were

also many foreign stars, but she didn't know any of them.

There were many reporters at the door, some were treated like stars, and some were ignored.

The show venue is not big, and the seats are very small.

Jian Jing looked at the small stools and whispered, "Is it a bit crowded?"

Si Yingjie: "It's so crowded."

She: "!!!"

Before the show started, the table was extremely lively, with people chatting, taking photos, and making friends.

The most surprising thing was that a foreign Internet celebrity ran over and called Jian Jing's name in extremely awkward Chinese, asking her if she was the author of "Devil Doctor" and a guest of the haunted house.

Jian Jing: "I..." No.

Si Yingjie: "YES!"

She: "???"

Just like that, she was hugged by the shoulders by the Internet celebrity girl she didn't know at all, and took a photo together. The other party left her account very enthusiastically and invited her to follow each other.

"It seems that the sales of Devil Doctor are good." Si Yingjie sighed.

Kang Mucheng nodded slightly, with a hint of joy in his eyes: "It's doing better than when it was first released in China. It's ranked seventh on the New York Times bestseller list."

Jian Jing was shocked: "How come I didn't know?"

He said slowly: "Who knows? Anyway, I called you, but I couldn't get through."

She: “…” I understand, the time when she dated the zombies. She

quickly changed the subject: “It’s about to begin.”

The lights dimmed, the music started, and a fantasy world came onto the stage. Models walked in with cat steps, wearing inexplicably gorgeous clothes.

To be fair, the clothes were weird, but the overall experience was very beautiful. Of course, this kind of beauty is just for viewing to outsiders, and they can’t interpret all kinds of high-end connotations.

After an hour and a half, the show ended.

Others walked very fast and left in a flash.

Jian Jing: “What are they in a hurry to do?”

“Watch the next show.” Si Yingjie said, “I’ve been very gentle to you. They’re all watching high-end shows.”

She sighed and accepted her fate.

Each show has its own theme. The last one talked about environmental protection, and the next one talked about dreams and love, using a lot of lace, feathers and roses.

The beams of light shone down, and the models were so beautiful that they didn't seem to be from this world.

Si Yingjie said to Jian Jing, "This wedding dress is beautiful. You should order this one for your wedding."

Jian Jing leaned her head and didn't speak for a long time.

Kang Mucheng seemed to notice it and asked, "Do you think the rose element is very consistent with the theme of the book?"

She nodded.

"Then let's go with this." Si Yingjie made the decision, "You don't have to get married to wear a wedding dress. It's a different era now. Just buy it if you like." Jian Jing

pursed her lips, her eyes bright, "I want a small dress, don't let it hinder my movements."

"You've already bought it, buy the whole set." Si Yingjie urged her, "Ask Mucheng to reimburse you." Jian Jing

shook her head, "No, I can buy it myself."

"Just your little royalties?" Kang Mucheng glanced at her and refuted, "Children should save more money and don't spend it recklessly."

A question mark slowly emerged in Jian Jing's mind.

Just that little royalties? Are her royalties very small? It's eight figures this year.

How much is Mr. Kang's net worth?

He is so Versailles. Does Jinwu make so much money?

She tried to take back the initiative: "I think..."

"Let's go, if you like it, just settle on it, so as not to be picked by others." Kang Mucheng stood up.

Si Yingjie: "I'm so hungry, Jingjing, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

Jian Jing felt helpless. This is the disadvantage of being with adults you met when you were a teenager: they always think you haven't grown up yet.

She thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll buy my own shoes."

"How much is a pair of shoes?" Si Yingjie looked down on her, "Brother gave it to you." Jian Jing

quickly agreed, "Okay, then I'll buy my own jewelry."

Si Yingjie finally reacted and said speechlessly, "Is it really that important to give you something?"

"It's really that important." Jian Jing said, "If you can afford it, why do you need someone to give it to you?"

Kang Mucheng couldn't help laughing and replied, "Because you earn much more than this. Well, it's just a piece of clothing, don't be petty, just keep it if I give it to you."

He said so, Jian Jing couldn't bear to refuse his kindness, so she acquiesced.

Kang Mucheng was obviously happy and immediately took her to the exhibition room to choose a style.

The dress was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that it was heart-wrenching.

Especially the roses adorned on the white veil, red as blood. Even if you close your eyes after looking at it for a long time, the gorgeous colors of the petals will still remain on your retina.

"Will I look good in this?" she asked Si Yingjie.

Si Yingjie answered without hesitation, "Like a little princess." Jian Jing

did not comment, but a strange smile appeared on her lips. "I want this one." She said firmly, "This dress is perfect."

Her strange tone caught Kang Mucheng's attention. He asked suspiciously, "What is perfect?"

"Of course it's the book, rose gold, so perfect." Si Yingjie admired the dress and answered without noticing.

Kang Mucheng ignored him and still looked at Jian Jing inquiringly.

She smiled as if nothing had happened: "It's also suitable as a commemoration of my first award. I have a feeling that I might really win the award."

His doubts just now disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't help but smile: "I think so too."

After choosing the style, it was time to make an appointment for detailed discussion. They arrived early and had plenty of time, so they set it directly for tomorrow morning.

The simple plan was beautiful, and she planned to go to the Louvre for a stroll after it was done.

But she underestimated the tediousness of custom-made clothes.

The designer asked her about her hobbies, occupation, and the time and place of wearing, and then took super detailed measurements. The data was so densely packed with so many lines that it was dizzying to look at.

You also have to choose the fabric and the material of the decorations. For example, there are dozens of different choices of fabrics for sewn roses.

Jian Jing thought she could handle it, but she found that there was too much to communicate, and her English was not enough, so she was forced to draw cards twice.

[Name: Skill Card · English (Beginner)]

[Description: Your English level is enough for daily communication]

[Note: Poor communication, how hard it is]

[Name: Skill Card · French (Beginner)]

[Description: Your French level is enough for daily communication]

[Note: It seems that you have encountered language difficulties~]

She was very distressed at the time. She had to draw a card just to buy clothes. English is fine, but what's the point of having a French card? How many times can you come to Paris?

However, the next day, this resentment was overturned 180 degrees.