Chao Changchang thought Yun Chaochao was going to talk to him about pancakes, but he never thought that his girlfriend would run over directly with a bombshell.

"Do you know who bought it? Don't scare me. I'm timid recently and a little scared." Chao Changchang has always known that his girlfriend is very well-informed, but to this level of knowledge, he can't help but worry.

"What's wrong? My boyfriend suddenly became so timid, and I was a little uncomfortable."

"Don't tell me that the Fashion International Center was taken by your family. But after half a month, I've made it easy."

Chao Changchang really doesn’t want to be afraid of the same thing.

This kind of thing doesn’t mean that you will get used to it after experiencing it once.

Perhaps, for some people, such an experience will become the next opportunity to escape from risks and avoid them.

But Chao Changchang has never been a person who has a desire for money.

Probably, the first eighteen years of his life have never been missing.

After something happened at home, money was a complete pressure for him.

Now he probably just wants to live a stable and ordinary life.

He advised Si Nian not to let his second uncle take action, and of course he did not want Yun Zhilei to take action.

Cherish your life and stay away from the tallest building.

Yunyao Webbing is the fifth article that meets the conditions for bidders - the top ten domestic industry companies announced by authoritative institutions in subdivided industries.

I never thought about this before.

Now when I think about it, I feel cold sweat.

If he brought Yun Yaozhi in, he would probably not be able to have a romantic relationship with Yun Chaochao with peace of mind.

"Haha, so that's the case? Then you're really thinking too much. If it had something to do with me, I'd told you a long time ago. How could it be that I would never have waited until now, right?" Yun Chaochao denied directly.

"What I said makes sense. My girlfriend shouldn't bear to treat me like this." Chao Changchang finally put his hanging heart back into his stomach: "What's the inside story about you? Come and share it with your boyfriend."

"I'm not available now. I'm going to see my idol. I just heard about it. I think I'm almost certain. I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you in detail after I figure it out in the evening."

“Shouldn’t your idol be your boyfriend?”

"What do you have to do?"

"Isn't the spouse a spouse?" Chao Changchang asked seriously.

"I'm going to be your head."

"Okay, my boyfriend, who has just been online for three days, has been offline. You go to see your idol, don't worry if I am a lotus root or a spouse." Chao Changchang felt aggrieved and crawled into Yun Chaochao's ears following the phone signal.

"Are you jealous?" Yun Chaochao felt a little fresh.

"..." Chao paused for a long time, and finally decided to respect his true heart: "Yes, but I'm embarrassed to admit it."

"Hmm." Yun Chaochao no longer grasped the contradictions in Chao's long story, but directly switched to the Yun·robot·Chongchao mode.

He learned the robot's tone and said in a mechanical tone that was all the first tone: "My girlfriend received the vinegar bottle handed over by her boyfriend. She dries her mouth and thinks it tastes pretty good."

Chao Changchang also learned from the robot to speak: "My boyfriend took the vinegar bottle handed back from his girlfriend and felt that he needed to fill it again."

"Haha, I won't tease you anymore. My idol is a girl and it will not affect your status as my male idol at all. I really can't tell you more about me. I'm going to go out to the airport to pick up my idol."

"There are also pick-up services? The salary is so high?"

"No matter how high you are, you are not as tall as you. When you come to Tsinghua University, I will go back to pick you up in person. I'm dead." Yun Chaochao was really a little anxious to leave.

"Ah? I didn't plan to say who the buyer is now, and I even called me specifically?" Chao Changchang felt that this wave of operation was a bit profound.

"Yes, if you can't figure it out, you will keep thinking. If you keep thinking about it, you will be full of me."

“…”

Can I still do this?

My girlfriend is indeed different from others.

"Okay, my mind is waiting slowly, and I'm waiting at home for my girlfriend to help me find out the news."

…………………………

The person Yun Chaochao was going to the airport to pick up was the senior sister of Yiren.

When Si Nian said that she would not go, she asked Yun Chaochao to accompany Suo Yiren to have dinner with her senior sister, Yun Chaochao's first reaction was naturally rejection.

She doesn't look like Si Nian, she is familiar with her.

You can liven up the atmosphere wherever you go.

Moreover, if Si Nian hadn't had his brain on the soles of his feet, he should have known that his senior sister wanted to take him to meet his friends.

If she agreed directly, it would be like letting Si Nian have limited emotional intelligence, which would make it worse.

But I knew that the next conversation between my senior sister and Si Nian completely attracted Yun Chaochao.

Si Nian said with no emotional intelligence: "I really have no interest, so I will accompany you to have dinner with a senior sister who only knows how to tell the top ten disgusting jokes in colleges and universities."

Si Nian still remembers the scene of himself spraying braised and boiling.

Suo Yiren replied: "Who said that Senior Sister Yan Yan only knows the top ten disgusting jokes in colleges and universities? Senior Sister is an outstanding alumnus of our Wenzhou Middle School and the founder of Maison YanII."

Because Si Nian's mind is not online or the online place is wrong, she only caught a strange point from this sentence: "Is your Wenzhou Middle School awesome? Isn't my Wenzhou No. 2 Middle School a longer history than your Wenzhou Middle School?"

When Suo Yiren went to middle school, she was out of sync with the school she studied.

After all, the age difference of five years is not a twelve-year school like YC, it would be difficult to have any intersection after elementary school.

Si Nian has always cared about the fact that he had not been admitted to Wenzhou Middle School. He was 0.5 points short of that time, and just missed Suo Yiren's alma mater.

What’s even more excessive is that Sister Yiren’s mother is also a teacher from Wenzhou Middle School.

Just because he failed to get into Wenzhou Middle School, Si Nian was scolded by his parents for at least two and a half years.

In the last half year, he was let go of him because Si Nian was about to take the college entrance examination.

He originally felt that when he was admitted to the same university in Suoyiren, there would be no more problems with whether the high school was the same school.

At this moment, I was inexplicably poked into the pain.

Yun Chaochao's focus is completely different from that of this.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Maison Yan II! Is the senior sister Yan Yan mentioned by Yiren? Is Yan Yan Yan, the designer of Maison Yan II?" Yun Chaochao excitedly grabbed Suo Yiren's arm.

"That's right, it's the designer of Maison YanII and the creative director of Y·Y." Suo Yiren skipped Si Nian's brainless statement, responding to Yun Chaochao's excitement with a little honor.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Senior sister, I'm dead! I'm dead now! Can Senior sister take my soul to go on a pilgrimage?" Yun Chaochao was rarely so excited.

At least Si Nian has never seen him before.

"Is it so exaggerated? Why do you girls talk about food or clothing every day?" The mindless classmate Si Xiaonian despised Qi Yun Chaochao and Suo Yiren: "Senior sister, can you ignore these boring things and arrange the dormitory for me first?"

Yun Chaochao could not accept Si Nian at this time, switched the topic to a place like the dormitory:

"Of course it's exaggerating!"

“MaisonYanII is like falling from the sky.”

"Maison Yan Yan II designer Yan Yan's first show in her life started at Paris Haute Couture Week, when she was only twenty-two years old."

"After four haute couture shows, he was less than twenty-five years old and was awarded the title of Haute Couture and was the youngest member in Paris's haute couture history."

"Do you know HauteCouture?"

Yun Chaochao asked for a long time to recite.

"I don't know. Which language do you speak?" Si Nian felt a little more disgusted.

"Paris is of course French, but there is also this word in English. HauteCouture - high-end customization." Yun Chaochao explained to Si Nian.

"What's the matter? Now who doesn't say that they are high-end customizations? You can find three or five by just a shopping mall. What's so strange about it?" After hearing the explanation, Si Nian didn't think there was anything else.

"Please! The self-proclaimed high-end customization you mentioned is not the same as the HauteCouture I mentioned, okay! The HauteCouture title is the highest honor of fashion designers. There are only a handful of people who truly own the HauteCouture title. They must pass the review of the French Ministry of Industry. Except for Chanel, which has always had high-end customization and is profitable, many familiar luxury brands cannot afford to spend money on high-end fashion houses."

"Burning money means not making money." Si Nian never felt anything, but turned into a little contempt.

"Do you know what an industry benchmark is?"

High-end customization, unless it is very popular every season, it must be supported by a strong fund and team.

Otherwise, it is very likely that it will be unsustainable.

"I only know that making money is the best way."

"Who told you that Maison YanII is not profitable? Do you know how difficult it is to buy a Maison YanII clothes?" Yun Chaochao was really angry.

"It's so exciting. It seems that you really like it." Suo Yiren came out to smooth things out: "Then I ask the senior sister if she can bring a little fan over there. I originally said to bring the junior brother, but it seems that Nianzi is not interested."

While talking, Suo Yiren glanced at Si Nian.

The person who was seen had no response.

Suo Yiren sighed. If everyone was as brainless as Si Nian, she would have no desire to continue.

Yun Chaochao didn't care about Si Nian's reaction at this moment: "Ahhhhhh, you must be OK! Maison YanII is really hard to buy."

"Do you want to buy Maison YanII? There is a mine at home." Suo Yiren smiled and took out his cell phone.
To be continued...