Falling back to gl

Chapter 128

The brand representative who issued the invitation was an old acquaintance they all knew, one of Nanjia's teachers, a French woman with a unique style, and Ji Cen'an had met that several times in the early years.

The French teacher very much hoped that Nanjia could participate in this event. He called repeatedly, and found here last year, and called again and again this year, so he almost went to the door to tie the apprentice to France.

Nanga refused at first because he was busy with work, but he changed his mind during yesterday's call and agreed to attend.

——Decisions made on a whim are not impulsive.

Since taking over the Aijia company, Nanjia has basically given up on fashion design, and has gradually faded out of this field in the past few years, but now the problem between Pei Shaoyang and the Ji family has been resolved, the situation will not change, and some burdens can be relieved .

After all, I never really planned to abandon the career I wanted to do. Now that the predicament has been settled and enough funds have been accumulated, it is time for me to take a breather.

Hearing the deep meaning in her words, Ji Cen'an opened his mouth, unable to respond for a moment.

I couldn't pick up the words, I didn't expect this to happen.

Nanjia was quite calm and gentle, and said: "This time I will only appear as a guest, and I will stay in Paris for two or three days after the end."

Ji Cen'an muttered: "Is the arrangement here?"

"Not yet, don't worry." Nanjia replied, put away the contract after signing, and put it neatly in the pile of materials, "I will make the itinerary plan in a few days."

Ji Cen'an nodded: "Alright."

Nanjia said: "I am going to go there ahead of time, first to visit the teacher, and then to meet some friends."

Not expressing an opinion on this, let alone giving a suitable reference, Ji Cen'an remained silent and had no words to respond.

Nanjia didn't explain further, as if what he was about to do was ordinary and not a big deal.

He is more indifferent than anyone else, and he is very open-minded.

Putting down the computer, Ji Cen'an looked in her direction with a complicated expression on his face.

"Three...four years ago, they invited me, but that time they didn't let the past be a guest at the show, but invited me and the studio to enter their brand." Leaning back on the seat, Nanga's vermilion lips Qi Qi, not in a hurry, "I can't make up my mind, so I went to the professor for help."

That is, the time I went to Jianghuai.

That's why I left City Z at that time, left here, and made a special trip to other places.

These words have not been mentioned before, and now it is the first time to say them.

"It was already decided at that time, and a decision was made to transfer the focus of the studio to France, but...the plan was disrupted because there was no time later." Nanga raised his eyes and said softly.

Ji Cen'an said, "Because of me."

Nanga: "Not all."

Ji Cen'an: "What else?"

Putting down the pen as well, Nanjia paused for a moment, and replied: "I can't say, anyway, I suddenly don't want to leave."

Ji Cen'an remained silent for a long time.

Nanjia talked about some details and was very frank.

For example, Nan's family was in a hurry at that time. The old lady and Nan's father all thought that she could get married and start a family early, and thought that when she was old, they could find her as soon as possible.

Also, the old lady had a serious illness and almost ended up in the hospital.

In short, there were many things that Ji Cen'an didn't know about.

The two of them didn't talk about these things at that time. Nanjia didn't want to mention it, but Ji Cen'an never asked. The two only maintained physical communication, and did not involve each other's family and private life.

The fingertips tapped on the edge of the sofa, and touched twice involuntarily.

Ji Cen'an turned sideways, facing her, his throat slipped slightly, and then said: "Then what about the back, which side should we continue to do?"

Nanjia did not answer directly, but said: "I will go there at the beginning of the month, and I will come back when I am done."

There is no need to clarify more, the intention is already clear.

Ji Cen'an can understand, just about anything.

All the documents have been processed, and Nanjia's role has come to an end here, so I won't insist on it anymore.

Put away the things on the desk, arrange them into a pile, and notify the male assistant to come to Beiyuan to pick them up.

As for Aijia Company and the studio, they will transition one by one in the future, and there is no rush.

There is still time for docking. It is estimated that it will not be done in two or three months, so we have to take it slowly.After all, it is not something that can be done with just a word of mouth and a closed mouth. It is necessary to solve the problems of investors and other aspects.Nanjia has already made up her mind, and she will not look back. She is the prophet Ji Cen'an, and those who come after can think of a way.

Without waiting for Ji Cen'an's answer, Nanjia took out another contract and placed it generously on the table.She was very straightforward, and said directly: "Look at it later when you have time, and sign this."

Ji Cen'an raised his eyelids and watched without saying a word.

Nanga said, "Give it to me by next week."

Aunt Yang came up once to bring them drinks.

Giving the place to Ji Cen'an to be alone, Nanjia was restrained and calm, letting him think for himself.

Ji Cen'an sat there without moving from the beginning to the end, neither touched the tea that Aunt Yang brought, nor picked up the contract to look at it.

No performance, can't figure out ideas.

The male assistant arrived a little later, but he didn't stay for a long time, and returned to the company after picking up his things.

The third floor of the villa changed accordingly, and it was still the same as before, but some items that had fallen into dust had been cleaned out long ago, the dusty paper pens and various tools were rediscovered, and a batch of new machines were also removed. sent here.

Zhao Qihong went in and out of the ground to direct, and found someone to move all the equipment that Nanjia needed. He was more worried than the real master.

As soon as the heavy curtains were opened, the afterglow shone into the transparent glass, and the brilliant golden color filled the entire third floor.

The hazy yellow fell on the pure white paper, and also drew a slanted dividing line on the wall.

Ji Cen'an only left the second floor in the evening and went for a walk on it.

Didn't go into the studio, just wandered around in the hallway.

……

The two of them spent the night on the third floor, Nanjia stayed upstairs, and Ji Cen went in later.

It was quiet upstairs in the middle of the night, and the humidity was heavy.

The windows are open, and the cool breeze pours in.

The white paper fell all over the floor, and some tools were scattered everywhere.

Nanjia fell on Ji Cen'an's shoulder and wrapped his arms around the man's back.

The tables and chairs under him creaked, and the small table with high feet couldn't bear the weight. Ji Cen'an had to hug Nanjia, holding it with one hand skillfully.

Biting Nanjia's lips, Ji Cen'an said seriously: "The company is your painstaking effort."

Nanjia grabbed her shoulder, and hummed in a low voice.

"Then keep it." Ji Cen'an said.

Nanjia tilted her head and touched her face, instead of arguing with her, she said softly, "No."

Ji Cen'an pushed her against the wall again, but did not let her go to the ground: "Be more rational."

Nanjia was very awake, kissing the corner of the man's mouth, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and glanced at the dense night outside.

"I'm tired……"

Ji Cen'an said, "You can rest for a while."

"Ah."

"Don't be impulsive."

Almost fell, but didn't.

Nanjia's opponent pushed hard, and Nanjia was lifted higher.

Holding Ji Cen'an's shoulder, Nanjia raised his chin, his fair neck became thinner and thinner in the darkness.She slowed down, and said in a gentle voice, "I've thought about it several times, and that's it."

Ji Cen'an pinched her, like punishment.

"Reconsider."

His chest heaved and heaved a few times, Nanjia closed his eyes, and hugged this person tightly.

……

Lying down together carelessly, sleeping on the spread out bathrobe, Nanjia's relative Ji Cen'an whispered behind his sweaty ear, "Go see Zhou Qi and the others."