South Kensington, London, 7 a.m.

One of the richest areas with the most expensive housing prices and prices in the world is bathing in the golden morning light to welcome the arrival of the new year.

In the quiet garden villa area, the long dining table on the terrace on the third floor of the white villa house was placed with fresh bouquets of flowers stained with morning dew and three unmoved exquisite breakfasts. When Zhang Hongjun sat down at the dining table, she saw her son leaning against the railing and talking on the phone. When she noticed her approaching, she just stretched her eyebrows slightly, nodded at her, and then turned around to continue talking.

Zhang Hongjun raised his eyebrows and turned his ears to listen.

"Are you sure she just went to Jinguang City to meet Song Mian?"

"Just guessing the general direction, do you speak like the end of the world?"

"No need to confirm it. If you add more to others and make people unhappy, the end of the world is the end of the world."

"Did you keep your brain in the last year? You don't need to keep an eye on her, just pay attention to Song Mian. Is it difficult to adapt to such a simple thing?"

When Cheng Lang put down his phone and turned around, he saw Zhang Hongjun's look angry.

"My mother, who hasn't seen each other for three months, didn't have a smile when she arrived," Zhang Hongjun lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, and raised her eyelids with dissatisfaction. "What an important call you have to talk about early in the morning?"

Cheng Lang walked over and picked up the bouquet on the dining table and handed it to her: "Didn't this flower smile to you for me?"

Zhang Hongjun raised his chin slightly, took the flower and put it on his hand, and was reluctant to be happy, and continued to question: "Why, are you not going to answer the answer?"

"Of course I have to answer." Cheng Lang sat down at the dining table, "It's indeed a very important call."

It is not good to raise a son too smart. Look at this kind of stern voice, it is impossible to get a word out at critical moments.

Zhang Hongjun was angry again: "I guessed it if you didn't say it. Why did the girl just left when the front foot ran away?"

"I can't run away." Cheng Lang shook his head and smiled.

"Don't be too confident like your father was chasing me. He only knew how to spend money to please the girl's family. You spent hundreds or tens of millions for others. It's okay to coax girls who have never seen the world. But girls who have seen the world know that you have a wealth of family. You can tell when you think about it. You're just like an ordinary person paying a few thousand dollars for pocket money. How can you move them? Just say your mom, you're sent to me, your father gave me all kinds of jewelry and diamonds to me back then, but I almost ran away with a poor boy."

"What's the point of a poor boy?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, as if he finally became interested in the topic, "You can really make careful calculations in everything?"

"A person has a good temper, has no airs of a rich man, and does not have the cunning character of a businessman. His gentleness and considerateness are very attractive, and he is familiar with him from a young age and knows the truth, and he is not worried about bad character."

"Familiarity when you are young, know the roots and the bottom of the situation?" Cheng Lang slowly repeated, "I haven't heard of you for so many years, and I can still 'return to my back'?"

"Son, have you never heard of two-way secret love? I saw a novel a few days ago, and it's called it, oh, "You're Belated Joy", people talk about the rare and long-lasting reunion and renewal of the relationship. Don't mention how affectionate you are!" Zhang Hongjun shook his head regretfully, "You have been fighting for whatever you want since childhood, and you have nothing to do with what you fight for. I guess you won't understand in this life."

"I really don't do such unwise things." Cheng Lang nodded, looking at his face, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhang Hongjun guessed that his son was still hard, and he listened to it in his heart, showing a "school-taught" look, and knocked on the edge of the table: "A girl likes jewelry design, you can follow the other person and make the career first. Mom went out to meet the people from the Jewelry Association yesterday. What she meant was that this folk competition was just opening a door. If you really want to go on the road, you have to walk the official road."

"I said 'Isn't this official doctrine the only one'? Then I showed it to them. After reading it, the person said, "It's not to give me face. The designer is really smart. I want to ask her if it's possible for them to cast the finished product of the ring before they held the exhibition this year. They want to leave her a seat. Look at my mother, is it beautiful?"

"You are a beautiful person who does beautiful things, and you are the drunkard who wants to not drink, so you have to come to London to show you?"

"I don't have to spend any effort on canvassing votes?" Zhang Hongjun looked at him. "So far, I don't even show me the photos of Miss Zhang, so I can only wait here for the rabbit. Just say, are you going to be your mother?"

"I'll turn around and ask her what she means."

——

Before going to bed that day, Xu Qiao received an electronic invitation letter forwarded by Cheng Lang, and was so excited that he almost jumped out of the bed.

Before she really jumped up, she received a voice call from Cheng Lang before she danced.

She answered it in seconds, and before he could speak, she said whispered: "Is it true? Is it true? Did I really invite me to bring my works to attend?"

"What do you lie to you?" Cheng Lang's tone was faint, sounding a little unpleasant.

But Xu Qiao was immersed in joy and did not notice the man's emotions today. He said to himself: "This exhibition has a very high value, and many senior designers with surnames are not in turn! Two years ago, our chief designer Jinlu wanted to go to the exhibition to gilt himself, so he entrusted his alma mater's relationship. Even Florence couldn't help. My father spent a lot of money on her and wasted all of them!"

Cheng Lang still recalled the messy "reunion and two-way secret love" in Zhang Hongjun's mouth when he was breakfast. After hearing her happy chatter for a long time, she didn't react much, and just said "hmm": "So are you interested in participating?"

"Of course there is!" Xu Qiao was full of ambitions and thought for a while and said, "Hey, I'll tell you, when I was writing career planning today, there happened to be an idea. I think 'feather' can lead to a series, not only rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, brooches, and even crowns, which can be continued accordingly."

"The exhibition opportunity is rare. It's too bare to bring only one ring. This makes me look very uninspired. If you wait for Townsend's sapphire to arrive, you will first ask the craft room to make a ring, and then I will work to design other series of jewelry, and take it to London together. What do you think?"

She kept waving and Cheng Lang's bipolar dissipated a little, as if she felt that she was at least obsessed with her career than other men. She silently said, "Okay, just do it and give you everything."

"..." Will you talk about official affairs? Why do you still say love words? Did he make this phone call in Sichun?

The bedroom was not turned on, and this sounded too serious and made Xu Qiao feel his ears hot.

This kind of hotness spread from her ears to her whole body, and finally made her head suddenly appear in her eyes of sitting on Cheng Lang's legs last night...

Song Mian told her, do what you want to do, she felt that her body was full of positive energy.

Cheng Lang told her, just do it, but she feels that her body is full of...hormones?

She waved her hand out of thin air, as if she was dispelling something, and coughed lightly, trying to turn the atmosphere back: "Oh, thank you, boss."

"Well, how are you doing today?"

"Okay." Xu Qiao blinked inexplicably.

"Better than me?"

Can this be compared?

"That's it," Xu Qiao replied thinking, "There is no such statement..."

"Is that okay if I'm here or not?"

"Ah," she continued to think, "that's all good, right? Work makes me happy. I will be dedicated and loving my job, and be the same as the boss is not there."

"Do you want me to come back soon?"

Xu Qiao felt that she was about to explode.

These problems are sharper than the other, and each one makes her unable to take advantage of the situation, and each one makes her unable to breathe.

"Why do you have so many problems? I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Xu Qiao swallowed nervously in the darkness, pulled up the quilt and lay down, and was about to cut off the call, but when he heard that he didn't respond, he stopped again, "I'm dead?"

"Hang again after answering."

Sure enough, the result of not being able to leave without turning around is that you can’t leave.

Princess Xu, be cruel and take out your fairy airs!

"No answer, I really hung up!" She took a deep breath, and clenched the bullet and pressed the hang-up button. I'm sorry hey!

"You can also say you don't want me to come back early..."

Xu Qiao's hand stopped next to the red mark again with the male voice coming from the receiver.

"If you don't say it, I can understand that the answer is 'think', but are you shy?"

“…”

I haven't seen him pressing forward step by step before. What's going on today? Did he drink fake wine during the Chinese New Year? Or is it because the New Year's Eve dinner is not full enough, and now I'm anxious to eat hot tofu?

Xu Qiao's heart roared by ten thousand mud horses: "No, you can't!" As he said that, he cut off the voice call.

In the dark room, after a long silence, a violent movement of turning over came.

Xu Qiao lay on the soft big bed and kicked her legs hard: "Spicy man!"

——

Xu Qiao didn't dare to talk to Cheng Lang again, for fear that he wouldn't be slutty enough, so she forced her to say slutty too. So after receiving the news that he had returned to China, she just replied a few simple words on WeChat.

At the end of the holiday, the organizers of the Belgian Jewelry Design Competition officially announced the results of the competition and released interview drafts about the two gold medal winners, the professional group and the new group.

The content of the articles on the professional group is very official, and the target is a famous jewelry designer in the industry. People in the circle have long been tired of his legend, and there is no new gimmick to dig deeper. Almost all of them praise his outstanding achievements in the industry.

The interview draft of the newcomer group called "Jewelry Designer Without Stories" seems to have a fascinating taste from the title.

A new designer who is a mystery when he comes from, education becomes a mystery, age, real name becomes a mystery, and apart from gender and nationality, has made people ignorant. He emerged in a jewelry design competition with no home court advantage. It is as novel as an unknown little person at the martial arts conference in Jianghu, defeating the head of various sects in one fell swoop and winning the title of leader.

The interview paper still did not reveal any information about the designer himself, but based on these seductive points, it reviewed the designer's counterattack path and emphasized how the ring without a story stood out among the stories.

Finally, there is a loud conclusion: "We don't care about how many moving stories there are behind you, we only care about whether you are a moving jewelry designer."

This conclusion made this game and this interview manuscript "out of the circle" again and entered the public eye.

The murderer won sympathy for the story behind it, and the talent show won opportunities because of the story behind it - these annoying social situations have already annoyed that many spectators have become. So this inspiring sentence soon made everyone look at this jewelry design competition again, and this Chinese designer who won the championship by not relying on stories and works.

Several well-known fashion media at home and abroad contacted Berg Jewelry Studio one after another, hoping to interview Miss Yuli and unveil her "mysterious veil".

The studio's unified reply was: "I'm very sorry, Miss Yuli is preparing for the London High Jewelry Exhibition this spring and has no time to accept an interview."

So a deep-water bomb-like news spread again: the new jewellery designer is about to step onto the stage of the London High Jewelry Exhibition with his debut work.

When the name "Yu Li" became famous in the jewelry circle, Xu Qiao did go to seclusion in the studio, but he was not blocked from the world.

She received all the messages in a timely manner, and every time she heard them, she would send Cheng Lang a "thumb" expression on WeChat.

Needless to ask, of course, these publicity and hype were all done by her boss.

Although he scolded him, Xu Qiao had to admit in his heart that this man was really amazing. He was a very excellent businessman who knew how to use a small hot spot to create a continuous and progressive bombardment, and at the same time, he bribed the hearts of the audience.

Xu Qiao was sure that if Cheng Lang had not won a mere folk competition, the splashes cast by "Yu Li" in the jewelry circle would only be enough to ripples on the lake surface, and it would not have been possible to cause huge waves like today.

So the more this happens, the more she wants to come up with works that are convincing to support these reputations gained by Cheng Lang.

For a while, she spent almost all of her time from getting up to sleep. She drew designs for a series of jewelry in the studio most of the time, and went to the next craft room to observe the progress of the ring making.

Halfway through the production of the ring, Rosa knocked on the studio door more frequently because she didn't dare to be careless, and all relevant details needed to be confirmed with Xu Qiao.

That evening, Xu Qiao had just finished a drawing and was about to move his muscles when he saw Rosa walk in: "Xiao Yu, do you have time to come to the craft room?"
To be continued...