Lucky hit

Paris Fashion Week has always been the finale of the world's four major fashion weeks, and the world's leading clothing brands have participated in the show.

The autumn and winter fashion show in early September and October every year attracts a large number of people to this city known as the romantic fashion capital.

In addition to some famous models, designers, photographers, show staff, brand founding team and weekly reporters, there are also some invited stars and fashion buyers from various countries.

In the few days after Han Haodong arrived, he stayed in the hotel except to watch the show. This was not his first visit to Paris, so he wasn't very interested in going out.

What made him even more depressed was that Zheng Bonian had promised to come as well, but he never showed up.On the phone, it was claimed that the company had something to deal with and arrived two days late, but it was already the third day, and the person hadn't shown up yet.

Han Haodong had to admit that he was sluggish after only three days without seeing that familiar figure. He was really fucking messed up.

Sometimes the most gratifying thing is that the person you were thinking about appeared.

While he was sitting on the chair in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows with his legs crossed and listening to music, Shi Feng pushed the door in ghostlyly.

Han Haodong reached out and pulled off the headphone cable and turned his head: "What's wrong, Sister Li is looking for me again?"

Shi Feng smiled and moved over: "Brother Dong, Mr. Zheng is here."

At that moment, Han Haodong lost his composure, and stood up abruptly: "Where is it?"

Shi Feng was taken aback: "He said he was waiting for you at the left corner of the hall on the first floor, and asked you to pack up and go downstairs."

Han Haodong took his coat and strode out, not forgetting to turn his head to remind: "If Sister Li is looking for me, tell me that I went to the street to shoot."

Shi Feng gave an OK gesture to the back of the hurriedly walking out.

In fact, Han Haodong likes going abroad from the bottom of his heart, and the thing that makes him the happiest is that going out doesn't make it feel like he's contracted the bird flu virus.

He can walk on the street in broad daylight without being afraid of being secretly photographed.So he walked very lightly all the way down.

Zheng Bonian first saw the person coming out of the elevator, which was more conspicuous among the bunch of blond hair.

He raised his hand and smiled: "Here."

After Han Haodong walked over, the two walked out of the hotel door.

"Are you done with the company's work?"

Zheng Bonian was very satisfied that Han Haodong could raise the topic with concern, nodded and said: "A project financing has encountered a problem, but it has been resolved."

Han Haodong didn't speak, and looked at the foreign friends passing by on the street.

Zheng Bonian turned his head: "Hey, if I go bankrupt, will you help me?"

Han Haodong snorted: "Isn't your father a banker? You can still go bankrupt."

"That's his," Zheng Bonian said slowly, "I'm talking about you."

Han Haodong squinted at the sun, and said slowly: "The premise is that I can help."

Zheng Bonian was very satisfied with this answer, he patted Han Haodong's shoulder dotingly: "Do you like Paris?"

"Fortunately."

"Then did you swim systematically?"

Han Haodong was puzzled, why there is still a system.He shook his head: "Every time I take part in activities or take pictures, I just walk around in my spare time."

Zheng Bonian smiled to show his understanding, then grabbed Han Haodong's wrist and strode away: "Then I will be a tour guide today."

Han Haodong raised his eyebrows: "Let's talk about it first, I won't pay."

"Then I'll cut corners."

"Immoral."

"Have I ever had morals with you?"

"..."

So Han Haodong soon understood that this was not just a trip to the system, but also a trip to popular science.

Zheng Bonian told him local stories like a local.He listens or listens.But I didn't get annoyed anymore, and I was in a good mood.

The white and sacred Arc de Triomphe, the magnificent Palace of Versailles, the Gothic slender and dignified Notre Dame de Paris...Although he has been to those buildings that exude unique charm, this revisit with Zheng Bonian has a different flavor.Some historical knowledge or legends are infiltrated by the men around me and conveyed from vision to thought, which is very attractive.

The extraordinary city of Paris is as large as the buildings, as small as the tables and chairs in front of the coffee shop, and the street flower stands are full of art.The simple and ordinary design blends in bright colors and a warm atmosphere, luxurious, romantic, yet noble and elegant.

Zheng Bonian specially handed the pen to Han Haodong to write what he wanted to write when he was in Love Lock Bridge. Han Haodong didn’t hesitate, he was used to autographing. On that lock.

Zheng Bo Nian pretended to be dissatisfied: "What about me?"

Han Haodong handed over the pen: "Write it yourself."

"You write." Zheng Bonian stared at Han Haodong's bright eyes.

Han Haodong was obedient, he lowered his head and turned the lock over and wrote Zheng Bonian's name crookedly.Finally, a line was drawn to connect their names.

The full bridge railings are covered with locks of various sizes, large and small, and it took a long time to find a small gap.

After the crisp sound of the lock being snapped, Zheng Bonian waved his arm and threw the key in his palm out. The key fell into the water. Legend has it that it can protect love forever.

It was only when Han Haodong got off the bridge that he realized that he had done such a naive thing with the dead cameraman.

Drink coffee in the open-air cafe in the afternoon and enjoy the street view, and eat French food in the world's top restaurants in the evening.

Zheng Bonian's fluent French made Han Haodong feel ashamed when he communicated with the waiter when ordering food, and the little French he learned could handle the reporter's questions in a satisfactory manner.

It got dark very late in Paris, and around eight o'clock they took a double-decker cruise ship to enjoy the evening breeze on the Seine River.

Zheng Bonian leaned on the railing and looked sideways at Han Haodong: "Are you tired? Let's go back when we're tired."

Han Haodong stared at the surface of the Seine River which was dyed red by the setting sun and shook his head. To be honest, he really didn't want to go back to the hotel and stay bored.The cruise ship moved slowly past the buildings on the shore, and the wind blew through the hair.

Beside them stood a few French beauties chatting and laughing with red wine glasses, and they glanced over from time to time, as if they were suspected of flirting.

Han Haodong posted over and asked Zheng Bonian: "What did they say?"

Zheng Bonian pecked Han Haodong's face and said, "They said you are handsome."

Han Haodong raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Zheng Bonian laughed: "When have I ever lied to you?"

"Probably now."

Zheng Bonian bumped Han Haodong's head with his head: "I can't say no to you."

The corner of Han Haodong's mouth returned to the distance with a curved gaze, full of anger: "Trust you one more time."

At about ten o'clock, the genius in Paris started to get dark. They took the elevator up to the Eiffel Tower, and then they went up to the second floor, where they could almost have a panoramic view of the night view of Paris.There are not many high-rise buildings, all of which are full of religious buildings, and you can see the Seine River that they swim through all the year round.

Zheng Bonian looked into the distance with wandering eyes: "Do you know why I am so familiar with Paris?"

"why."

"Because I have done too much homework on this city and have been here too many times, just for one person."

Han Haodong was a little surprised when he heard this. It was the first time he had seen Zheng Bonian with such a sad expression.

Zheng Bonian laughed again, and put his arms around Han Haodong's shoulder: "Forget it, I will tell you slowly later, after seeing so many scenery, there is still one thing missing."

Han Haodong's attention was drawn: "What?"

Zheng Bonian couldn't help saying that the first kiss of the people around him was printed all over the place, and finally it became a long drive, the kiss was affectionate and inseparable.

The dotted lights of the Eiffel Tower flicker, and the silhouette of two people kissing on the glass window.

In the end, Han Haodong was scruples about the strange eyes around him, so he came out, "What is this?"

"French kiss," Zheng Bonian laughed out loud, "You're too stiff and I didn't perform well."

Han Haodong snorted, "You were too sudden, I wasn't ready."

"Then do it again."

"Get up and go back," Han Haodong raised his foot and someone said, "I've been out for a whole day, and Sister Li knows that I'm out to play and she must scold me to death."

Zheng Bonian's hotel is the same as Han Haodong's. To prevent unnecessary troubles, they separated after returning, as if they were not the ones who kissed on the Eiffel Tower just now.

After that day, the two went about their own business.Occasionally meeting in public is a nodding acquaintance.

This evening, Han Haodong was present at the show. He sat under the stage and watched the show all night, and his legs were numb when he got up.

Shi Feng helped him to get up, and it took him a while for his legs to be flexible. He returned to the hotel and entered the lobby. He wanted to wait for the elevator, but the two people standing in the side corridor of the elevator attracted all his attention.

They seemed to be talking about something, Han Haodong couldn't hear them clearly due to the distance and the noise in the hotel lobby.

He froze on the spot, squinting his eyes slightly, until the two men came out talking all the way, the one in front kept walking, but was still hugged by the one behind and turned around and kissed on his lips.

Zheng Bonian turned his head away and took away the hands around his waist, at the same time he looked up and saw Han Haodong in a fashionable dress.

Han Haodong entered the elevator decisively with Shi Feng when Zheng Bonian chased him, but Zheng Bonian didn't have time to catch up with the elevator and was blocked outside.

But Han Haodong could clearly see the person who kissed Zheng Bonian in the few seconds when the elevator door closed. It was a famous French model, a face that could be seen in every major weekly magazine.

For some reason, Han Haodong felt particularly uncomfortable.Shi Feng stood beside him without saying a word. In the elevator were his personal photographer Xiao Dai and a stylist, as well as two strange foreign tourists.

Even though it wasn't crowded at all, he was a little out of breath, and annoyed to tear off the bow at the neckline and held it in his hands.

With the sound of the prompt, he stepped out of the elevator, and Zheng Bonian's words that night echoed in his ears, that he was so familiar with Paris because of one person.

Han Haodong snorted, his straight trousers were creased between the bends of his long legs, and the dim hotel corridor avoided the lights hitting his side face.

He bit his lower lip hard, fucking love.

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