In the distance, they saw Li Hong walking down the slope. Wang Xueyan pulled him forward: "Uncle Li, have you done something good?"

Li Hong walked over with a heavy face and looked at them: "It's done, let's go!"

As he spoke, he asked Wen Yihua, "How does this school feel?"

Wen Yihua glanced at Wang Xueyan and said, "Very good! I like it very much!"

Li Hong's heart moved, and he saw that his handsome face was shining with longing. He came to check Li Mingze's transfer information back then, I don't know why, in his heart, he always felt that Li Mingze and Hua Churong were inextricably linked. He even wondered if he would come to this campus and feel very familiar with the campus.

He asked the current principal to find materials for him, but was told that due to the relocation of the school archives, some materials had not yet been sorted and archived. And promised him that he would arrange someone to sort it out as soon as possible and reply to him as soon as possible after finding it.

He looked at the two young men in front of him and sighed deeply in his heart. Emotionally, he should have helped his son, didn't he? But why did he want to see the two of them happy in the end!

On the way back to Hangzhou, he received a call from Song Yizhen, and she asked: "Lao Li, I'm sorry, if I had known that he was Hua Churong's son, I would definitely not agree to Xue Yan being with him." However, it is not too late. ”

He asked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Yizhen said: "Lao Li, I don't want to have anything to do with that person in my life." Should I still let her son be my son-in-law? Even if he was the same child back then, I wouldn't have agreed. Let Xuanwen and Xue Yan get married!

Suddenly, he was speechless! If Hua Churong knew that his son and Wang Xueyan were in love, would he also have this attitude?

Song Yizhen's contradictory heart finally calmed down. Yes, she was moved when she saw her daughter's happy appearance when she was drawn with Wen Yi, and decided to support her to let go.

But this child is Hua Churong's child, and she even doubted it for a while...

It's a terrible hard truth to face. She didn't want to face Hua Churong again in the future.

As long as Wang Xueyan is still her daughter, she will not allow her to be with Hua Churong's son, no matter how compatible they are and how much they love each other, no matter how sad Wang Xueyan will be after they are separated.

At this moment, she looked at Wen Yihua and said, "You are really similar to your mother!"

Wang Xueyan asked in surprise: "Mom, do you also know the mother of Yihua?"

She turned to Wang Xueyan: "I don't know it, but I've seen it." ”

Wen Yihua said politely: "Everyone says so." ”

"Your father?" she asked, hesitantly.

Wen Yihua smiled: "I don't know who it is." ”

Wang Xueyan gently pushed Song Yizhen, but she continued as if she didn't feel it: "I heard Xueyan say that you are an American. Will you ever go back to the U.S. in the future?"

"There are no plans for that yet. Wen Yihua said.

She smiled on her face: "Not at present, doesn't mean there won't be in the future, right?"

"Mom!" Wang Xueyan protested softly.

She didn't look at Wang Xueyan, and still said: "Actually, I hope Xueyan and Xuanwen get married." This was also her father's wish. ”

After a pause on the screen, he said, "Auntie, although I grew up in the United States, I have always learned the culture of my motherland. When I returned to China for development last year, I also put the focus of my work and life on China. Before I met Xueyan, I was thinking about running in two places. After meeting Xue Yan, I had a plan to settle in China. ”

Song Yizhen raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Does Xue Yan have such great ability? Leave you in the country? I don't want her to go abroad." ”

He looked at her with a firm gaze: "I love Xue Yan, I want to be with her." If you don't want Xue Yan to go abroad, then I will be in China with Xue Yan and never go abroad. ”

She didn't feel moved when she heard this, glanced at him and said, "Let's eat!" As she spoke, she got up and set the table with Wang Xueyan.

This meal made Wang Xueyan feel uneasy, she didn't understand why her mother was saying these words in front of the Li family and Wen Yi. She kept peeking at her mother, Song Yizhen has been eating very calmly, occasionally persuading a dish, and she can't see anything unusual anymore.

Send them out, the 4S store has already sent the car over. Wang Xueyan said to Song Yizhen: "Mom, I'll go back first." ”

Song Yizhen smiled: "Work hard, and go to see Xuanwen more when you have time." ”

This seems to be said to her, but it is also like it is said to Wen Yihua.

Along the way, Wang Xueyan asked Wen Yihua: "Why do I always think my mother is weird?"

Wen Yihua comforted her: "If it were my daughter who found a foreign son-in-law, I would be even more uneasy, worried, and even resolutely opposed." Who would want their daughter to marry so far?"

Wang Xueyan asked, "Is that all?"

Wen Yihua patted her on the head: "Don't worry, don't think about it, but also listen to your mother, she is all for your good." Do you understand?"

She smiled embarrassedly: "I've always listened to her!"

"Actually, looking at your design draft, I think you must not be a beautiful woman. After meeting you, I realized that only a woman like you could design such a manuscript. Unique, individual, tasteful, amazing. But looking at you in front of your mother, I feel, is this still the big designer?" Wen Yihua teased her.

She tilted her head and smiled: "I heard it, you are hurting me!"

Wen Yihua smiled: "It's definitely not a loss, but..."

"What is it?" Wang Xueyan approached him, her eyes flickering.

He smiled and said, "I adore you absolutely." ”

"I hate it!" Wang Xueyan said with a sneer, and kept thinking about Song Yizhen's words.

Sending Wang Xueyan home, Wen Yihua got out of the car and hugged her: "Stand for a while and then go up, okay?"

Wang Xueyan smiled in his arms: "It's windy!"

"I'll block it for you!" said Wen Yihua.

"I'm afraid you're blowing!" Wang Xueyan smiled.

Wen Yihua hugged her tightly: "If I can't shelter you from the wind and rain, then what's the use of this boyfriend?"

"Okay, let's go back! I'm tired all day, right? I'll go to the construction site again tomorrow, and I basically don't need to go. Isn't it time for you to open for a soft opening?" Wang Xueyan tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Xue Yan!" Wen Yihua called: "The trial opening of the resort is made for you." ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Xueyan asked lazily.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up, and I'll take you somewhere. He continued.

Wang Xueyan said: "Didn't I say I was going to the construction site!"

"Just leave it to your men! "Smell a painting and say.

"I don't have any subordinates! I still like to do everything myself. Wang Xueyan said.

Wen Yihua smiled: "You have to learn to train the people under you, so that they can grow better, and you can produce more design drafts yourself, right?"

Wang Xueyan was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Wen is very educated! Hearing you say this, it should really be like this." ”

"You're good at your profession, but you're still a little weaker in employing people! Don't you see that Li Danni uses you very well? So you also have to learn from her way of employing people. Wen Yihua summed up.

"It's no wonder that the magazine has such a high evaluation of you, and sure enough, being a boss is not the same as being an employee. Thank you Mr. Wen for your suggestion, I made a note of it. Suddenly I feel that all these years of work have been in vain. Wang Xueyan said sincerely, "But I still want to go to the construction site tomorrow." ”

Wen Yihua put his arms around her waist and pressed her a little harder to bring her closer to herself: "Then you go to the construction site first and leave the afternoon time to me, okay?"

"What the hell is going on!" Wang Xuefang asked with a pout.

Wen Yihua leaned down and whispered in her ear, "For me, the most important thing." ”

Wang Xueyan was very curious, what did Wen Yihua ask her to do. Fortunately, Wen Yihua seemed to be in a more anxious hurry than her, and as soon as she had eaten, he urged her to hurry back to the city.

As soon as I parked the car, I saw Wen Yihua waiting for her downstairs in her company. This aroused her curiosity even more, and she kept asking in the car, "What are you going to take me for?"

The more she asked, the more she laughed when she smelled the painting. He was so proud of her for being so attentive!

Finally in front of a complex, he led her to a nondescript building that looked a little old and a little European-style.

The decoration style in the building is European-style, and the advertising paintings in the elevator are quite innovative. Wen Yihua smiled proudly: "From the perspective of a designer, what do you think of the style here?"

This time in Italy, I want to take a good look at the European décor. European clothing, in fact, I am a weakness. Some designs are inevitably borrowed, and there are really not many thoughts on their own. Wang Xueyan looked at it with interest and praised sincerely: "Did you just bring me to see this?"

Just after asking, the elevator stopped on the third floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, a transparent door number appeared in front of Wang Xueyan's eyes, which read: TARA Private Wardrobe.

She looked at Wen Yihua suspiciously, but he proudly led her inside.

I thought it was just an ordinary clothing studio, but I found that there was a lot of work on the whole floor. Walking through a delicate exhibition hall and a row of large workbenches, three or two designer-looking people didn't even greet them.

Wen Yihua walked directly into the innermost office, and was blocked by a blue-eyed blonde girl at the door: "Is there an appointment?"

He pulled out his business card, and she looked at it carefully, and politely invited him into the office.

The office layout is a bit messy, with a corner full of clothes and a few magazines scattered on the coffee table in the sitting area.

Behind the huge desk is a huge mirror, and at this moment, Wen Yihua and Wang Xueyan are being photocopied in the mirror.

A foreign woman wears a V-neck knit sweater, and the fullness of the neckline is about to come out.

As soon as she saw Wen Yihua, she got up happily and said in Chinese, which she was not fluent in: "Oh, Yihua! You are here!"

As he spoke, he gave Wen Yihua a big hug, and said to Wang Xueyan: "Yihua, who is this?