translated_Chapter 90

90: Fashion Trend

The pajamas were already loose, and after they were taken off, Qiu Ci put his phone away first and then played with the puppy.

Jing Yueming, judging from Qiu Ci’s reaction, felt that Qiu Ci probably agreed with his idea.

“Qiu Ci!”

“Hmm? Don’t like it? If you don’t like it, it won’t work, this is a must.” His deep voice was particularly charming at this moment.

“Where did you get that?” Carry it with you?

“In the drawer, go get one!” Qiu Ci felt that this guy seemed too naive, a deluxe double room was already booked, what was he pretending for?

That year, he was alone in France, and only by using Ai La’s identity could he communicate with Jing Yueming through letters. That feeling was like black tea, black tea having a unique sour and bitter taste after fermentation.

But being with Jing Yueming in reality was like a flying bird.

Or rather, more like a lamb taken to a high altitude by an eagle, he couldn’t control his direction at high altitude, and there was no sense of gravity.

He was so scared that he trembled all over, and the eagle loosened its claws, Qiu Ci feeling the fear brought about by the fall in mid-air.

Before landing, the eagle’s claws grabbed his body again.

The powerful eagle repeated this over and over again, teasing its prey.

Qiu Ci panted roughly, wanting to escape, but the injured lamb was no match for him.

“Okay, okay…” Qiu Ci waved his hand to push Jing Yueming away.

His weak wrist was held, Jing Yueming rejecting Qiu Ci with his actions: “Qiu Ci, I also want a child, let’s have one.”

“Huh?… How would I, have…” Qiu Ci was forced to think of Yue Yue, that little guy calling him “Uncle” in a childish voice.

“…Papa.”

The game of eagle and prey began again.

…

The sun shone on the two of them.

Qiu Ci squinted and shrank into the quilt, rarely having the desire to stay in bed.

Jing Yueming glanced at his phone, it was still early.

It wasn’t until two in the afternoon that Qiu Ci woke up leisurely.

He was indeed tired.

However, such a great sleep was indeed rare.

Jing Yueming also didn’t stay in bed, Qiu Ci had to eat.

After admiring the sleeping face of the person next to him for a while, he got up refreshed to wash up.

Qiu Ci was awakened by his movements, opened his phone and took a look.

It was so late.

He wanted to doze off again, but the noisy phone rang again.

“Hmm?” Qiu Ci picked up the phone.

Tsukimi Rin’s hurried voice: “Qiu Ci, I have to go back to Japan now, I’m leaving Yue Yue to you, remember to come over.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes, I’m leaving first, remember to come over, Yue Yue is waiting for you.”

“When will you be back?”

“If it’s fast, a month, if it’s slow, it won’t be that much slower, anyway, remember.”

Qiu Ci took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

After hesitating for a moment, he also got up.

Jing Yueming was originally washing in the bathroom, and saw Qiu Ci getting up to change clothes through the glass, looking quite anxious: “What’s wrong?”

“Tsukimi Rin is gone, I have to go find Yue Yue.”

Jing Yueming moved even faster: “Let me go with you.”

Qiu Ci glanced at him suspiciously: “Think carefully about the competition first, and then come to me if you have anything.”

Before leaving, Qiu Ci also took a bank card from his wallet and left it for Jing Yueming.

After seeing it, Jing Yueming’s face was as black as charcoal.

Qiu Ci took a taxi to the villa, and sure enough, Tsukimi Rin was gone.

“Uncle, where are we going to play today?” Yue Yue heard the sound of the door opening downstairs and ran over excitedly.

“Yue Yue, have you eaten?” Qiu Ci squatted down and asked Yue Yue.

“I’ve eaten, have you eaten?”

“Then how about we go out after I eat something?” Qiu Ci went to the kitchen familiarly to see what was there.

After all, he would be taking care of Yue Yue for a month.

It was inconvenient to move with a child, so he had to stay here for a while.

Jing Yueming returned to the hotel he and Zhang Kaizhe rented for a long time.

He racked his brains alone in the room for more than half a month, and finally came up with a few design drafts.

Zhang Kaizhe, with a box of pure milk in his mouth, looked at it and said: “Wow, a genius is a genius, Jing-ge.”

But Jing Yueming’s face was heavy: “It’s not quite there…”

The effect of incorporating the element of the fire pot into the clothes was very good.

The concept was not quite there.

Zhang Kaizhe finished drinking and put down the milk carton: “Let’s sign up first, it’s almost the deadline. It’s no problem to be shortlisted, definitely, we’ve seen those previous works before.”

There was no way, the deadline was only a few days away, so he had to go for it even if he had to force it.

“Fashion Trend” required submitting the registration form, design drawings, and original guarantee offline.

The two brought their things to the designated location.

Several European men were talking in the hall.

Zhang Kaizhe used English to ask them which studio was “Fashion Trend” in.

The white man glanced at him and continued to communicate with his companions in French as if he hadn’t heard him.

“It’s over.” Zhang Kaizhe said in a low voice: “I don’t know French…”

Jing Yueming also frowned: “Let’s use a translator, I don’t know either.”

After finding the software on his phone, Zhang Kaizhe was about to go up to ask, when a brown hand was placed on his shoulder, he turned around and saw an Indian woman.

The woman could speak Chinese: “The third room on the left.”

The two were surprised, and after realizing it, Jing Yueming quickly said: “Thank you.”

Just as he was preparing to take his things over, the woman hesitated: “You…never mind, go ahead.”

Only after Jing Yueming and Zhang Kaizhe went over did they realize why that friend looked so worried.

The white designer sat at the table and said in English: “Um.. Whose child is here?” Whose child is here?

His companion echoed with laughter.

Zhang Kaizhe stepped forward: “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re here to sign up for the fashion competition.” Sorry to interrupt, we are here to participate in the fashion trend competition.

“Oh, my God, we don’t take kids.” Oh my god, we don’t accept children.

Jing Yueming took out the design draft and registration form: “Inside are our identity certificates and all the information, please.”

Zhang Kaizhe helped him translate in the middle.

The white man just glanced at it casually, and then asked: “Newcomers can sign up for the rural design competition, we here are a high fashion competition, what are your previous awards?”

“The competition didn’t say what qualifications are required.”

“The competition doesn’t say that Asians can’t compete.” The competition also didn’t say that Asians can’t participate.