Chapter 589
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A black-haired girl was skipping across the parking lot to the office building. She spotted Qin Guan right away.
"Ah! It's Qin Guan! " The girl, who was carrying a backpack, screamed and rushed towards Qin Guan.
"Qin Guan, please give me your autograph!" As he ran, he pulled open his school bag and took out the grease pen inside.
Fans are everywhere these days. Qin Guan smiled and took the pen from the girl.
"Where do you want to sign?"
"Here it is!" The little girl pulled the white T-shirt in front of her chest out. "This way, your signature can always be on my chest, so that my heart can beat together with yours."
She was a crazy girl. After getting his signature, she put her thumb on her lips and bit her nails hesitantly.
What should I do next? Would it be a waste to let Qin Guan go? Should she rush up and give him a hot kiss?
Just as the little girl was happily thinking about it, a terrifying and anxious voice came from the door of the office building not far away. "Rose, why are you standing there? Hurry up! I'm off work! "
It was the voice of the old policeman. At this time, he was staring fiercely at the back of the male star who had seduced his daughter. He wished he could see through the man's disguise.
It was the Asian wizard who had seduced my lovely girl. She had fallen in love with him at an early age. There were posters of him all over the house.
What was worse was that some of her classmates had organized a group to steal posters of him from big brands and shopping malls.
If her father hadn't been a policeman, he wouldn't have been able to find out that she had been led astray by Qin Guan.
"Okay." The girl looked at Qin Guan reluctantly. She rushed over and kissed Qin Guan when the others were not paying attention.
Due to the difference in height, she only kissed his chin, but it was worth it.
The old policeman's roar echoed through the parking lot. Feeling guilty, Qin Guan and the others ran back to their respective parking spaces and left the crime scene as fast as they could.
The agitated man at the back of the car already had the desire to pull out his gun. From a distance, he could hear something like, "Grandson! "Wait and see! Don't let me see you again!" The people in the car couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Ha ha ha!"
Xu Xiaoxiao was the first to laugh out loud. That explained why Qin Guan, who was loved by everyone, had been defeated by the old policeman.
Don't underestimate a father's love. Anyone who approached his daughter was a potential bad guy.
The incident at the NYPD was just an insignificant scene in Qin Guan's life. The heart-wrenching case and the interrogation of human nature had nothing to do with him.
His team was making final preparations for the Milan Fashion Week. This time, he would travel thousands of miles by himself. This time, he would just be working for the event.
The official committee of the Milan Fashion Week had invited Qin Guan, the world's top male model, to appear at the Milan Fashion Week as a representative of China.
That was why the Milan Fashion Week was the first of the four major fashion weeks. Only the top brands in their respective countries were invited or qualified to participate in the Milan Fashion Week.
Only on the last day of the New Fashion Day would there be young and fresh blood. These newcomers had their own strong backgrounds or outstanding design concepts, which was why they were lucky enough to participate in the Fashion Week.
It was not an exaggeration to say that the Milan Fashion Week was a barometer of the sales of major brands. It had the right to be arrogant.
This time, Qin Guan would not accept orders for a meager salary, as he had done at the Beijing Fashion Week, nor would he be rejected by brands at the New York Fashion Week, which he was not familiar with.
He would represent the elegance of Armani and the mystery of China by entering the fashion city of Milan.
At the airport of the second largest city in Italy, one commercial car after another stopped at the marked exit. A whole group of people walked out of the airport leisurely. In this fashionable city, this group of people was as conspicuous as a crane in a flock of chickens.
At the head of the group were two Asian women. One was cold and experienced, while the other was slick. The man behind them was surrounded by a group of people, but his elegance was not hidden at all.
He was wearing a black silk short-sleeved Tang suit, which was an imitation of the Chinese style. Thanks to the excellent tailoring and Qin Guan's perfect figure, he looked like a historical figure.
He was wearing a pair of slender trousers and a pair of shoes without socks, which made the suit look fashionable.
There was a natural smile on Qin Guan's face. For the cultured Milanese, he was the most beautiful gift from the God of Creation to mankind.
There were more than 20 people behind Qin Guan, including Yin Changtao's design team and his personal makeup artist. They were all lined up neatly behind the three of them.
One by one, the members of the task force in charge of picking up the passengers entered the car one by one, leaving behind a fascinating scene at the Milan airport.
Milan, Italy, was one of the largest metropolises in the world. Its economic importance had nothing to do with the fashion week, but its art and culture were worth mentioning.
The city controlled 4% of the world's artistic treasures, and all the world's famous fashion brands had their own independent organizations in Milan.
More than half of the fashion brands had their headquarters in Milan, which was the dream of designers all over the world.
The Cathedral of Milan was like a ball of white flame reaching up to the sky, showing the supremacy of the fashion city.
The great Da Vinci had left his most brilliant works there, which had fascinated countless people.
La Scala represented the pinnacle of opera in the world. Only in Milan could people have a strong desire to sing.
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