After nearly thirteen hours of flight, at three o'clock in the afternoon Milan time, Yan Shiqi and Ling Zihuan arrived at Malpensa International Airport.

After picking up their luggage, the two just walked out of the airport hall, and in the crowd of people who picked up the airport, they saw Cheng Yenan wearing a cotton and linen hand-embroidered shirt standing by the railing.

Yan Shiqi and Ling Zihuan did not have much luggage, and all the clothes were transported to the station by the brand in advance.

Cheng Ye Nan's handsome face was stuck with sunglasses, and when he saw them come out, he took off his sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his shirt, and stepped forward to consciously take over the luggage cart.

"Are you tired, the hotel is arranged, go and rest first, and take you to the catwalk later." ”

He arrived in Milan two days early, after all, it was Yan Shiqi's first time to participate in an international fashion week, and he tried to be perfect so he arranged everything as much as possible.

Yan Shiqi rubbed his sore shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well on the plane!"

"Go back to the hotel and sleep for a while, this time the catwalk is arranged near the Duomo of Milan, not far from the hotel. ”

While Cheng Yenan and Yan Shiqi were talking, Ling Zihuan was behind the two of them, and when they left the airport, they looked around like a curious baby.

The temperature in Milan at the beginning of September is crisp and comfortable, and the air under the sun is dry and cool.

got into the nanny car, Ling Zihuan put a blanket on Yan Shiqi's lap, and he looked at the streets of Milan with a new curiosity through the car window.

There was no air conditioning in the car, the co-pilot opened the window to blow into the breeze, Yan Shiqi leaned on the back of the seat, unlocked the airplane mode of the mobile phone, and opened WeChat, a message popped into view.

Yu: Haven't arrived yet?

The message is displayed ten minutes ago.

Yan Shiqi's lips were smiling, and he tapped the screen lightly.

Seventeen: Arrive safely, don't read it.

Man, second back again.

Yu: [Picture]

Yan Shiqi clicked on the picture in surprise, and then smiled.

What Qin Baiyu sent her was a screenshot of the weather in the next seven days.

She was holding her phone, her nails gently scraping her lips, and she missed him inexplicably.

The emotions of longing were still fermenting, and the phone vibrated again.

Yu: Pay attention to keep warm, there is a large temperature difference between morning and evening.

Seventeen: Mr. Qin, rest assured. [Flying Kiss .jpg]

At this point, the man did not reply to her messages.

Yan Shiqi waited for a moment, smiled knowingly, put away the phone and closed his eyes to recuperate.

About an hour, the nanny van arrives at the townhouse hotel near the cathedral.

The room that Cheng Yenan arranged for Yan Shiqi happened to be the church view room.

The room is in a modern minimalist style of black, white and gray, with a white carved balcony window that echoes the Duomo of Milan.

Milan is a city full of Gothic architecture and rich in culture.

Yan Shiqi stood on the small balcony of the room, and could vaguely see that there were many pedestrians in the square in front of the cathedral, and the blue sky was floating with wisps of white flocculents, which made the city classical and gorgeous.

The tiredness of the journey is also swept away in the beautiful scenery.

She folded back into her room and took out her phone, went back to the balcony to choose the camera angle, and took multiple selfies with the cathedral as the background.

Sitting on the recliner next to her, she carefully and persistently selected the most beautiful selfie and posted a Weibo.

Yan Shiqi V: Hello, Milan! [Photo]

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Yan Shiqi returned to WeChat and sent the original photo to Qin Baiyu.

Ten minutes passed, and the message sank like a sea, and the man never replied......

Yan Shiqi frowned, his nails touched his lips, and he was slightly suspicious in his heart.

It's almost ten o'clock at night in the country, and he hasn't replied to her message yet, is he taking a shower?!