Wen Yihua's laughter was hearty and proud: "This is Wang Xueyan, the most aura designer of Yige Design, and she designed the interior decoration of our resort." ”

"Oh, that's great!" she smiled and welcomed them to the couch in the reception area.

Wen Yihua said to Wang Xueyan: "Let me introduce this to my friend, TARA, who graduated from Central Saint Martins and studied fashion design. ”

St. Martin's School of Design is one of the top universities in the world, and almost all the students who come out of it have their own personality and characteristics. Wang Xueyan immediately thought a lot of highly of her, Wen Yihua is well-known in the foreign architectural design industry, and the friends she knows are also so talented.

She also studied design herself, so she instantly felt that she had a common language, and she politely said, "Hello, it's nice to meet you." ”

TARA SHOOK HANDS WITH HER: "HELLO, MISS WANG, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL! ”

Wen Yihua put his hands on the back of the sofa, looked at her and smiled: "Do you remember what I said to you? Now I'm going to fulfill this promise." ”

As soon as he said this, TARA, looked at Wang Xueyan in surprise, looked at him again, and asked, "Do you mean, Miss Wang is her?"

WANG XUEYAN WAS A LITTLE CONFUSED WHEN SHE HEARD IT, AND THE EYES CAST AT HER WERE FULL OF DOUBTS, TARA SAID "HEH", NODDED AND SAID: "YIHUA, YOUR VISION IS REALLY GOOD, MISS WANG IS GREAT, I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A TASTEFUL WOMAN." ”

Although it was a bit blunt, Wang Xueyan heard that this was a heartfelt admiration, and she replied: "Thank you!"

AT THIS TIME, TARA SIGHED AND SAID, "WHEN I WAS PAINTING IN THE UNITED STATES, THERE WERE MANY WOMEN WHO PURSUED HIM. You know what? He once told me that he would only bring me to me if he found the woman he wanted to live with for the rest of his life and ask me to design a dress for her that would best suit her. My clothes are expensive! the only one in the world. ”

Although she didn't express it very well, Wang Xueyan understood, what she said was not that the clothes she wore were expensive, but that the clothes she designed were expensive and unique.

She looked at Wen Yihua, and the other party was looking back at her warmly: "Xue Yan, on the trial day of the resort, I chose the day of your birthday." The protagonist of that day is not the resort, but you. I'm going to give you a big birthday party, and everyone has to be in formal attire. You will surely be the most beautiful woman of the night. ”

She understood that Wen Yihua asked TAR to design a dress for her, not only a dress, but also a promise, a promise to live with her for the rest of her life.

TARA SMILED: "MISS WANG, YOU ARE SO HAPPY!"

Wen Yihua also smiled: "I finally fulfilled this promise." TARA, I feel very blessed today. I'll give you a month, and this dress will be finished by the end of March. ”

TARA'S EYES WIDENED SUDDENLY, AND SHE SPREAD HER HANDS: "OH MY GOD, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? A MONTH? I JUST MET MISS WANG, AND I DON'T KNOW HER HOBBIES AND HER PERSONALITY YET." I don't know what style suits her at all. Our made-to-order models are hand-sewn, which is completely impossible to do in such a short time. ”

Wen Yihua looked at her calmly: "I'll pay three times the price, people, I've already brought it to you, you don't need to know more." Just follow one principle, and that is: good!"

TARA STILL SHOOK HER HEAD: "NO WAY! IT'S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY! ”

"Ten times!" Wen Yihua interrupted her! She was dumbfounded! It's not that she hasn't seen money, no matter how big the boss is, she has also seen it, she just hasn't seen such a Wen Yihua.

She said, "One painting, you really embarrassed me. I have a perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder, your girlfriend is so beautiful, I have to make a perfect and seamless design. You don't want to be like this, it's so sad. ”

"No, I'm not sad!" Wen Yihua repeated her Chinese language illness with a smile, "Anyway, I have to see the clothes before the end of March." ”

"I STILL HAVE A LOT OF ORDERS!" TARA SAID BRISKLY AS SHE WALKED OVER TO HER DESK, GRABBING A HANDFUL OF DOCUMENTS AND FLICKING THEM AT HIM.

Wang Xueyan has been watching them fight back and forth from beginning to end, and foreigners' work styles are generally like this, straightforward and cute, especially artists. She looked at TARA, and the designer was even more so, if she couldn't design her favorite work, she would rather not do it.

Sure enough, TARA's eyes turned to her: "Miss Wang, you are also a designer, you can definitely understand me." ”

WANG XUEYAN SMILED: "TARA, I UNDERSTAND YOU QUITE WELL. She didn't care about TARA's misuse of Chinese, "You know what? Actually, I've known Mr. Wen for almost eleven years." For the first ten years, I only knew what he looked like, but since last year, I have understood what kind of person he is. Although I didn't know that he had such an agreement with you, I think that it would take me less than a year to decide to live with him for the rest of my life, and you would definitely have a month to design a satisfactory dress for his agreement. ”

Wen Yihua listened to her words, and looked at her eyes unconsciously intoxicated. In this life, what is she afraid of?

TARA LISTENED, AND THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH TWITCHED: "WOW, IT SOUNDS LIKE THERE WAS A VERY TOUCHING ACCIDENT, OH NO, IT'S A STORY!"

HE LISTENED TO TARA SAY TO HIMSELF, "A PAINTING, YOU SAY, TEN TIMES THE PRICE!"

He nodded: "Of course! ”

"Oh! That's it! Okay, I'm going to kill myself now! Look, what the hell am I doing! Fendi, Fendi, come in, I'm going to start right away!" TARA, leaving them behind, hurried out of the office.

Wen Yihua's hand was still on the back of the sofa, and Wang Xueyan was leaning on his arm.

The two looked at each other on the couch. Wang Xueyan has an indescribable warmth in her heart, but she has a thousand words to say to her when she smells a painting.

After a while, Wen Yihua raised his hand, his slender fingers touched her smooth face, scratched from his cheek to her lips, and whispered: "Xue Yan, I have identified you in this life." ”

Wang Xueyan also raised her hand and gently grabbed the fingers that stayed between her lips: "For me, meeting you is happiness." ”

"Oh my God, you don't want that... How to say it in Chinese: Xiu, En, Love!" "TARA CAME IN AGAIN, COMPLETELY IGNORING THE TWO OF THEM. Pulled up Wang Xueyan and pushed it out: "Miss Wang, let's go, let's measure it first." ”

Wang Xueyan was pushed by her, looked back at Wen Yihua and smiled, at this moment, Wen Yihua was full of sunshine in front of him.

Walking out of this building, Wen Yihua and Wang Xueyan's hands have always been tightly held, and he even deliberately shook his hands, with a posture of stepping out of the steps of the six relatives who did not recognize him.

In the dark of the wrought iron fence, a very well concealed SLR lens is pressing the shutter in front of them.

Li Xuanwen's desk was full of photos, and He Haiyang looked at him with a frown: "Do you plan to let them develop like this?"

Li Xuanwen glanced at Wang Xueyan in the photo, and she smiled very brightly. He thought he cared for her to the extreme, but she had never smiled like this when she was with him.

She is already beautiful, and she is even more beautiful when she laughs. But this beauty does not belong to him.

It is impossible to say that his heart does not hurt. His hand kept tapping on the photo, and there was a sound of "tuk tuk" in the office. He said slowly: "Did Cheng Anqi see it too?"

He Haiyang said: "See, she asks me for photos almost every day. ”

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Li Xuanwen said.

He Haiyang naturally understood: "I also think you two should communicate." ”

Cheng Anqi is furious in the bridal shop, and she does ask He Haiyang for photos every day.

If she had sniffed a single photo, she would have felt better, but today's photo has deeply stimulated her!

The doting expression when she smelled Wang Xueyan in a picture made her heart burn like a cat scratch.

She walked around the living room on the second floor with the photo, just in time to see Chen Chen passing by, she drank: "You stop!"

Although the relationship with Wang Xueyan is deeper, from a logical point of view, I always feel that Wang Xueyan is sorry for Li Xuanwen and Cheng Anqi. Therefore, whenever he thought of this, Chen Chen always had a feeling that he couldn't raise his head in front of Cheng Anqi.

Hearing her drink herself like this, she panicked again, but she was not to be outdone: "What's the matter?"

"Look, this is your good sister! You're still in touch with her, aren't you? You ask her if she knows what morality is, and if she knows shame?" Cheng Anqi asked fiercely, holding the photo.

Chen Chen took the photo, understood it at a glance, and replied: "Anqi, why are you still sending people to follow them?" Even though it is a bit wrong for Xue Yan and Wen Yi to draw together, you are violating their privacy and immoral! They are in love now, aren't they all in love?"

"What do you know?" Cheng Anqi roared, "It's they who are unkind!"

"You, you hurry up and stop this. Aren't you afraid to smell a painting and know? If he knows, you and him won't even be friends! Xue Yan won't forgive you. Chen Chen persuaded seriously.

Cheng Anqi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned angry and sad: "Friend, do you think I can still be friends with Yihua? He didn't even see me." Chen Chen, tell me, why are you all helping Wang Xueyan? This was the case when you were studying, and it is still like this now! Why is this? In your eyes, only she is a friend, and I am nothing?"

Chen Chen didn't expect her to cry suddenly, and hysterical, what she said was pitiful, which really made people feel sympathetic. She looked at her sadly, rubbed in front of her, and gave her a tissue: "Don't cry, I'm just persuading you." ”

"Persuade me? You have been helping her all the time! Is only Li Mingze her first love? Is he also my first love? I want to catch my first love, is it also wrong? Am I wrong? Am I wrong?" Cheng Anqi sat down on the sofa and couldn't hold back crying anymore.

Chen Chen couldn't persuade her anymore, so he could only sit beside her and gently pat her on the shoulder.

Looking at the photos on the coffee table that were thrown by her, Chen Chen sighed lightly: When will this entanglement end!