Su Xingyu was stunned, is that Ouyang Yi really that famous?
She imdiately fell into the sa confusion as Ling Weilong — a man like him with wealth, looks, fa, and status, could have any woman he wanted, so why was he relentlessly chasing after her?
"Maybe he’s just looking for a montary thrill..." This was the most reasonable explanation she could find.
With this thought, she threw the matter of Ouyang Yi out of her mind and continued with her work. Huadie Clothing was shooting a winter snow-thed campaign, and together with Ling Weilong and Jiang Zhenzhen, they scouted several locations and worked tirelessly.
Ouyang Yi wasn’t idle either, or rather, he was so idle that he followed them.
Su Xingyu was about to go crazy: "Why are you following us?"
Ouyang Yi handed her an unopened cup of hot coffee and answered with a smile, "I see how hard you’re working, and it really pains , so I want to do my little bit to take care of you, my beautiful... Xingyu."
He slowly pronounced her na, savoring each syllable, making it sound lodious.
Su Xingyu felt her blood rushing — of course, she was furious: "I don’t need your help!"
"Really?" Ouyang Yi smiled, "That’s not what they think."
He lifted his chin towards the people busying about not far away. Ling Weilong was directing two tall foreign n to help Jiang Zhenzhen with her styling, and another bodyguard was setting up a barrier to prevent any intruders.
These helpers were all brought by Ouyang Yi.
This trip to Iceland was decided spontaneously, and Huadie didn’t provide Ling Weilong with many hands. Originally, all the tasks like moving equipnt, arranging model clothing, and setting up barriers were supposed to be done by Su Xingyu. Ouyang Yi’s actions greatly reduced their workload.
Su Xingyu covered her face and groaned, feeling that his move was really cutting off her ans of retreat. Now that Ling Weilong was using these people so effectively, even if she wanted to drive Ouyang Yi away, Ling Weilong wouldn’t agree, nor would Jiang Zhenzhen, the little model who turned into an admirer as soon as she saw Ouyang Yi, constantly pestering him with questions about modeling, which he patiently answered. He was an international supermodel, any opinion he casually shared was beneficial to Jiang Zhenzhen, under such circumstances, it would be strange if Jiang Zhenzhen wanted him gone. In other words, of all the people present, except Su Xingyu, everyone else approved of Ouyang Yi staying.
No one pursues a girl to this extent.
"From what age did you start playing in the garden to develop such skills?" Su Xingyu couldn’t help but tease.
Ouyang Yi looked at her mischievously and said, "No matter what age I started playing in the garden, my true love is only you now. As long as you agree to be with , all the tenderness and affection will be yours."
Su Xingyu snorted, turned her head, and ignored him.
Ouyang Yi soon beca familiar with Ling Weilong and Jiang Zhenzhen, mingling like a fish in water.
Huadie Clothing’s advertisent was finally finished shooting, and Su Xingyu cheered, feeling relieved, she was fed up with such alienated days. Earlier, Ling Weilong even irresponsibly suggested to her, "You can just sacrifice a few days of your charm, coax him into working for us, and after the ad is shot, you can dump him, isn’t it the sa?"
She really regretted considering Ling Weilong as a friend.
After wrapping up, Ling Weilong checked the schedule: "Thanks to Ouyang, we finished two days earlier than expected. Since we’ve co to Iceland, we might as well take a good tour before heading back, consider it a vacation."
Jiang Zhenzhen was thrilled: "Yes, yes!"
She looked at Ouyang Yi expectantly: "Mr. Ouyang, you’re probably more familiar with this place, do you have any fun spots to recomnd?" Actually, she wanted to suggest they go together but was too shy to say it directly with Su Xingyu around.
As expected, Ouyang Yi just smiled at Su Xingyu: "Xingyu, where do you want to go?"
Su Xingyu felt goosebumps at the way he called her and snapped, "How many tis do I have to tell you, don’t call Xingyu!"
"Little Star? Susu? Yu’er?" Ouyang Yi continued to smile.
Su Xingyu felt her anger rising, thinking she really didn’t speak the sa language as him.
Ouyang Yi ignored her fury: "My dear Xingyu, so what are your plans for the next two days? I’m quite familiar with Iceland, I know many intriguing spots and bars, want to explore them together?"
Su Xingyu replied with frustration, "I want to go buy a gift for my husband!"
This was sothing she had planned a few days ago, given the rare occasion of a business trip, it seed appropriate to buy sothing to appease the man back ho, creating the illusion that she was a good wife and mother, so she could be allowed to travel in the future.
She was satisfied with this statent, expecting Ouyang Yi to give up, but unexpectedly he was enthusiastic: "Buying a gift for your husband? How old is he, what does he do, what does he like, let take you to pick a gift. Xingyu, trust , my taste is great, whether it’s gifts for won or n, I’ve never failed to please them!"
Su Xingyu: "..."
A charming man eager to pursue her, going to pick a gift for her husband, was this appropriate?
Ling Weilong, laughing on the side, couldn’t hide his amusent, adding fuel to the fire: "Haha, Xingyu, just take him with you, with a supermodel like Ouyang, his taste is second to none, he can find sothing both cheap and good! Hahaha..."
Su Xingyu was flustered: "I won’t!"
Ouyang Yi looked at her with smiling eyes: "Then do you know what kind of gift to pick for your husband, what Icelandic specialties are good, or how to shop without getting swindled?"
Su Xingyu fell silent...
Indeed, she had no idea what to buy for Lu Shifeng.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never bought a gift for a man. Even when she was tenderly in love with Qin Mu, she could only knit scarves and the like due to lack of money to give him. Buying gifts? She feared they’d be inadequate. But things were different now, she no longer had the girlish affection of crafting heartwarming gifts stitch by stitch, and she could earn so money and afford small items.
Seeing her expression, Ouyang Yi knew she was at a loss, he chuckled, "Tomorrow morning, I’ll pick you up."
Ultimately, Su Xingyu obediently got into his car.
Ouyang Yi took her on twists and turns, to a small alley deep in the city, quiet with buildings that had clearly been around for a long ti yet well maintained, silently telling tales of elegance.
Ouyang Yi stopped in front of a small shop, gentlemanly opened the door, and let Su Xingyu in.
He told Su Xingyu, "This is a handcrafted nswear shop with a history of over a hundred years. It has so interesting items inside, like tie clips and cufflinks. I have a mbership card, it’s 20% off."
As he spoke, he greeted the shop owner familiarly.
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