Bright Throne

After a spring rain, the whole city begins to warm up, and the spring is blooming in every inconspicuous corner. When you look up, you can inadvertently find a new touch of green.

In the office of the president of NL North America, the flowers in the vase are freshly picked, and there are still a few drops of dewdrops on the petals.

The female secretary walked in with two cups of coffee, carefully placed them on the coffee table, winked at the tall blond man in the couch, and then turned and went out the door.

Pei Hanrui and Jason sat opposite each other, looking respectfully at the wall-mounted TV. To be precise, it was the old man on the TV who was making a video call with them.

The man has white hair and beard, and the wrinkles on his face are so many that it can kill flies. He is probably about the same age as Pei Hanrui's grandfather, but he is wearing a floral shirt and slacks that do not match his age and identity, and his stomach is slightly protruding. , the appearance of a potbellied man is no different from that of an ordinary family man, but his eyes are very deep.

If it weren't for the attitudes of Pei Hanrui and Jason, no one would have thought that this rather old-fashioned and disrespectful guy would be Mr. Der, the master designer who single-handedly created NL's legendary status in the fashion industry.

Speaking of which, if Yan Gui one day finds out that his idol master teacher is such a virtue, I am afraid that his heart will be disillusioned.

The old man had a relaxed and happy smile on his face, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes trembled. The old man was chewing something in his mouth. His eyes fell on Pei Hanrui, and after swallowing it, he said slowly: "So, you The second time is that you really fell in love with that Chinese boy, are you ready to abandon your past drunken playboy life and step into the grave of marriage? My dear Harry."

Pei Hanrui glanced at Jason who was snickering on the opposite side, turned his head to meet the old man's gaze, and said helplessly: "Teacher, we are only in love, and we haven't proposed yet. There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to speak so literaryly. Also, I have told you many times that my name is Han-Rui, not Harry."

"Well, it's pretty much the same anyway, isn't it? Well... I watched the broadcast of that fashion show, it's really good, very good-looking." Der clicked his tongue while nodding in approval, and stood up the magazines spread out on the table to give They see, in the photo above, the two are holding hands and standing side by side on the stage.

Pei Hanrui smiled slightly, leaned forward slightly, and said humbly and elegantly: "Thank you for the teacher's praise. I have put a lot of thought into this dress. It is the design that I have spent the longest and modified the most."

"Oh no, I mean that boy, he's so pretty." Der excitedly pointed at Qin Yi in the photo, and said, "You have a good eye, dear Harry."

"..."

"Hahaha——" Jason couldn't hold back anymore, and started to slap the table and laugh wildly.

Master Der seemed to have just remembered something, and hurriedly remedied: "Ah, I mean, that dress is also good, it matches this child well..."

The muscles on Pei Hanrui's face trembled, and he glanced at Jason who was out of breath with a smile, and continued: "My eyesight has always been good."

"If you have a chance, bring it back to France and let me meet..." Der reminded, with a faint sigh on his face, he sighed, "Oh, time flies, time is not forgiving, even little Harry We are going to start a family, back then you were so small, hugging my thigh and acting like a spoiled child..."

Pei Hanrui closed his eyes fiercely, pressed the center of his brows, and said in a deep voice: "If there is a chance, I will definitely - but, stop singing poems, teacher!"

Jason was laughing like crazy.

Since the high-profile coming out of the closet at the NL New Year's press conference, Searle decisively contacted the person in charge of the NL advertising department, and put Pei Hanrui and Qin Yi and the romantic exclusive design in the media's bombardment. After a whole week of hype, the lingering warmth of the hot discussion in the circle has just gradually faded away.

This matter spread to the ears of Master Der who was far away in France, and he actually put down his body and mixed his foot. Now it's all right. With this master's voice, not only in the United States, but also in the western fashion industry centered on France. All kinds of gossip and gossip about "Master Der's successor and model homosexual" spread all over the place, which completely ignited the romantic feelings of the French people.

Under Searle's deliberate hype, Qin Yi's name spread wildly in the circle overnight.

The sun was just right, and the warm wind gently brushed over the creations on both sides of the road. Pedestrians took off their heavy winter coats early and put on light summer clothes, and their steps became much lighter.

The car stopped at the gas station to refuel, and Qin Yi strolled nearby.

His bangs seem to be longer. He wears a pair of wide sunglasses and rakes his hair casually. Even if he is only wearing an ordinary shirt and casual trousers, he is equally eye-catching in the crowd. There are two blonde girls passing by. Turning back to tease and joke at him, Qin Yi shrugged to imply rejection.

Behind him is a small bar, with discounts and signs hanging on the door, and the two pots of purple orchids on the window sill are very cute. Qin Yi was thinking about whether to go in and sit down, when suddenly a black man with a strong figure came out of it. Wearing an apron and holding a small kettle in his hand, he hummed a song to water the flowers planted by the door.

The man noticed Qin Yi, looked carefully for a while, and suddenly seemed to recognize him, and said pleasantly: "Hi, are you Qin Yi? That model?"

Qin Yi was startled slightly, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Great, I've seen you on TV before, oh, and the billboards near my house. Can you sign me?" The man put down the water bottle, and fumbled for a signature for guests to order from his pocket Pen, looking at him happily.

Qin Yi took off his sunglasses, looked at him with surprise, always felt that this black man looked familiar, suddenly, his eyes lit up: "It's you! That time I was sheltering from the rain at the door of this bar, you came out with me Chat, you are also a model, right?"

The other party looked at him in surprise, somewhat surprised and relieved: "I didn't expect you to remember me, oh yes, I forgot to mention, my name is Sam."

"I didn't expect to meet you." Qin Yi smiled, took the pen and signed two crooked Chinese characters on his apron, and Sam wore the apron, showing his white teeth with a smile.

Sam invited him to a small bar for a while, and treated him to a glass of exclusive fruit wine. Qin Yi learned that he was still fighting for his dream of being a model.

Now it has been signed by a small agency, and finally became an officially signed model with a model card, saved a sum of money, and sold this bar. There were not many opportunities, but he enjoyed them quite a lot.

Now everyone around knows that the owner of this bar is a black male model, and Sam himself is the signboard of this store, which saves a promotional endorsement fee.

It wasn't until he met Sam asking for his autograph that Qin Yi suddenly came back to his senses. It turned out that he had been working hard in the United States for more than half a year without knowing it. He was asked to what extent he wanted to sign.

There have also been times of confusion and frustration, but fortunately, there are always unexpected opportunities along the way.

Qin Yi squinted his eyes and took a sip of the fruit wine. The sweet taste lingered on the tip of his tongue, with an indescribable emotion.

Before leaving, he put on his sunglasses again, patted Sam's broad and strong shoulder, and solemnly said, "Thank you."

Sam was a little baffled, and waved his hand embarrassingly: "Ah, it's just fruit wine, don't be so polite, I just want to thank you for coming to my little bar."

Qin Yi shook his head, smiled lightly and said, "It's not just this glass of wine."

After finishing speaking, he did not explain further, put the wine glass on the bar, waved goodbye to Sam, turned around and left.

There was still a plan to shoot in the afternoon, and Qin Yi rushed to the studio early, even earlier than some of the staff.Even if it is just an ordinary small brand advertisement, he is never late and never complains. Occasionally, a model will gossip in front of him, but he just listens and never participates.Being flamboyant in front of the camera and keeping a low profile behind others has become his code of conduct.

Over time, his reputation among the advertisers and companies he has worked with is getting better and better, and many brands intend to cooperate with him for a long time.The insiders' impression of Qin Yi is no longer just "the cutting-edge Asian male model on the cover of K Club's quarterly magazine" and "the lover of a talented designer", but gradually pays attention to him himself.

"Qin Yi, are you in a good state today." At the end of the short film, Searle threw him a bottle of water, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and smiled narrowly, "The nourishment of love?"

After unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip, Qin Yi shrugged his shoulders, lifted his legs up on the low stool, and said slowly: "I am in good condition every day."

"Okay... I'm here to talk to you about business."

Qin Yidao: "There will be a big bikini beach swimsuit show this weekend, you have said it three times, I remember it."

"It's not this." Searle cleared his throat and said seriously, "It's another matter. My friend in China told me that the Asian Supermodel Contest has started registration. I have considered this matter carefully. I think You need to go and take part."

Qin Yi was taken aback, frowned and said, "I didn't expect you to care about Asian events..."

"Don't think that the Asian Supermodel Competition is so bad. Occasionally, there will be one or two good seedlings. Although the gold content is definitely not as good as other regional competitions, there is also the World Supermodel Competition, but if you look at the competitions around the world For large-scale competitions, the Asian region is relatively good at this, and because of this situation, the competition is not so fierce, and the name is relatively famous, so it is perfect for you."

Searle tried his best to display all the stakes and persuaded him: "You are Asian, and it is inherently disadvantageous to compete with European and American models. Your current development in the circle is beyond my expectation, but , you have to know that to measure whether a model becomes a supermodel, besides the number of endorsements for world-class big brands, the heavyweight fashion shows he participates in, and the rate of media appearances, etc., a very important point is whether he has a model in his hands. A shot trophy."

Seeing Qin Yi's thoughtful expression, Searle said again: "You are blank in this area, and now is a good opportunity. According to my understanding, there should not be many rookie male models in the Asian volleyball this year. It’s been a long time since you made your debut, if you miss it again this year, you won’t be able to sign up if you exceed the age.”

Qin Yi was finally moved by his persuasion, his brows stretched, he nodded in response, a smile with a deep meaning appeared on the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "It seems that it is imperative to return to China. Thinking about the long absence in China My friend, how much is there to look forward to?"

"Hey, don't worry about this, don't forget the beach swimsuit for the weekend..."

"What swimsuit?"

While the two were talking, a low and pleasant male voice suddenly came to mind behind him. Qin Yi turned around and saw Pei Hanrui standing behind him with his arms around his shoulders, bending down to kiss him, and exchanging a wet kiss naturally.

"...you two think I'm air." Searle curled his lips in pain, and quickly drove them away without saying a word, but that kid Ji Hangfeng was cuter.

The sun has already completely set, the moonlight shrouds the small garden, and there are subtle cicadas singing in the quiet night.

After dinner time, Doro was full and sleeping in the den.

The door of the bedroom on the second floor was closed, and there was a creaking and shaking sound from inside, accompanied by more and more heavy breathing, people could imagine what was going on inside without looking.

Qin Yi locked the man's hands on top of his head, with calm eyes, watching every subtle expression on the other's face condescendingly. Pei Hanrui's long and narrow eyes were half-opened and half-closed, filled with dark red flames, and confused. mist.

Qin Yi still felt that it was not enough, so he leaned into his ear and ordered in a low voice: "Speak louder..."

The dark pupils dilated slightly, and Pei Hanrui snorted uncontrollably, hoarse and hurried, he curled up subconsciously with his toes wrapped around the opponent's waist, his whole body tensed and then gradually relaxed, one hand came out of Qin Yi's confinement Breaking free, he caressed his sweaty back fondly.

Looking down at the guy who was buried in the neck and refused to move, Pei Hanrui kissed the top of his head and said with a deep smile, "Are you satisfied?"

The furry head shook, and let out a comfortable and satisfying hum. Qin Yi hooked his feet, scraped the man's instep with his toes, and lazily leaned on him, saying in a muffled voice: "You are so comfortable inside, What if I don't want to come out..."

Pei Hanrui gently stroked his soft hair, closed his eyes helplessly, and hugged him tightly: "Then stay here..."

After a while, Qin Yi suddenly raised his head and said, "After a while, let's go back to China."

Pei Hanrui was stunned for a moment, then smiled indifferently, and looked at him tenderly: "I will accompany you wherever you go."

The author has something to say: Qin Yi: After a while, let's go back to China!Your cook must be very lonely!

Pei Shao: ...

Shen You: I'm already hungry for 10,000+ words! 【glare