After finalizing the cooperation plan, Lou Yuan had no reason to stay with Lin An. www.biquge.info Therefore, Lin An hurriedly left the gate designed by Mengyuan, and the speed was as if there was a dog behind him.

Lou Yuan, who was refused to be sent outside the studio, could only watch Lin An's taxi disappear into the distance, and then returned to the studio by touching his nose.

Lin An directly mentioned his home in one breath, closed the door, and felt that he was alive. When I was discussing things at work before, I was able to calm down my mind, but now I can't calm down completely.

With cold hands and a pat on his hot face, Lin An couldn't calm himself down. In the end, I had to wipe a handful of cold water.

While I was practicing, the mobile phone in the living room suddenly rang. Lin An wiped the water droplets on his face with a towel while picking up the phone.

The caller is from an unknown number.

"Is it Miss Lin An'an?" The voice on the other end of the phone was very unfamiliar, and Lin An said that he was very unfamiliar. However, it was a female voice, and she asked the name of Lin An's predecessor, a name she hadn't used for two years.

"I'm Lin An, who are you?" Lin An's tone was not very good.

"I'm Zhang Li." No matter how bad Lin An's tone was, the other party's tone was still humble and couldn't find a flaw.

Lin An's brows furrowed. Isn't Zhang Li's matter over? Moreover, when he thinks of Zhang Li, Lin An has to think of Zhong Yuxin and Ying Feifei. That's not a good memory.

"Looking for me?" Zhang Li didn't bring pleasant memories, and Lin An naturally wouldn't give her a better tone. It's best to hang up the phone if you're fine, and it's best not to ask yourself for help if you have something.

Zhang Li was choked by Lin An's tone for a pause before slowly opening her mouth to request. "I heard that Miss Lin is doing design, and I have a reluctant request."

"If it's a reluctant invitation, then please don't ask." Lin An refused directly, and then hung up the phone.

"Wait, wait!" The suddenly sharp soprano on the other end of the phone stopped Lin An's movements, and then said his request for fear that he would not have a chance: "I'm getting married, so can I entrust you to help me design a set of wedding accessories." ”

Lin An was silent and put the phone back to his ear.

"I can give money, I can ask for as much as I want." The speed of speech over there was still very fast, like a cannonball: "Miss Lin, you almost gave me a new life, if I can, I hope to have a set of jewelry that you designed for me yourself." ”

Zhang Li's voice was very sincere, and that was indeed her request.

Lin An was half-lying on the sofa, looking at the monotonous ceiling, and had been silent. Zhang Li on the phone had already said her request, and since then, she has been silent.

The atmosphere of silence lasted until Zhang Li almost gave up, and Lin An's gentle voice rang on the phone: Okay.

At that moment, Zhang Li almost cried with joy.

Hanging up the phone, Lin An lay on the sofa as if he had no bones. The white living room headlights were a little dazzling, but Lin An didn't react. Her gaze focused on her left hand, which was shielding herself from the light.

There, there is a diamond ring. Among the things left by Lin An'an, a few Lin An has been using.

Every work has a soul. So, what is the soul of this ring on your hand? Lin An thought blankly. The ring represents love. This ring must be a wedding ring given to Lin Anan by Song Yu. It's not big, but it's very expensive.

Lin An knew that the predecessor Lin Anan was poor to death. Although she is poor, for Lin An, there is still a lot of surplus. In fact, if Lin Anan sells his ring, the cost of millions is definitely not a problem.

But why didn't Lin Anan do it?

People who are already dead, Lin An has no way of knowing the answer. But if it's a living person, why can't you ask?

Lou Yuan's works can be used as a dress to represent a thing, and a dress to achieve a kind of momentum. So, why can't Lin An design a set of works with his own story?

The most unique work should not only be engraved with the user's name, or use unique technology. Rather, it has its own story and nothing can be replaced.

Stretching out his right hand, Lin An took off the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, stood up, walked to the room, took a jewelry box again, and put it inside.

"Lin An'an's story should disappear with Lin An'an's death, so you should also lie here forever." Lin An didn't know who he was talking about.

But after saying this, Lin An's whole person was much more relaxed.

Back in the living room, Lin An took his mobile phone and sent a text message. Then he looked at the other contact number on his phone, hesitated for a long time, and also sent a text message.

The pale yellow light added a bit of warmth to the originally deserted room, but Zhang Li, who had been sitting anxiously on the sofa in the living room, was sweating nervously. Just now, she miraculously got a positive reply from Lin An'an, and her benefactor is sure to be willing to help her design a set of wedding accessories!

With satisfaction, Zhang Li looked up and saw a man leaning on the balcony, looking softly at a little girl about ten years old playing with toys.

Hurriedly turned his head and held back the astringency in his eyes.

The specially set text message ringtone, Zhang Li hurriedly picked up the mobile phone, and when she saw the text message in the mobile phone, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Tomorrow at noon, Shangcheng Cafe, I'll be waiting for you over there. ――From Lin An.

After tidying up the studio, Lou Yuan locked the door of the studio and was about to go to the underground garage. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly remembered that it was a text message ringtone specially set for Lin An.

As soon as he thought of Lin An, who fled like a burning butt today, the corners of Lou Yuan's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.

turned on the phone, and Lou Yuan's smile froze on his face. Obviously, the cooperation plan was finalized not long ago, and Lin An has now found him a job. With such a high efficiency, I don't know what Mengyuan has to do to pay it back.

Lou Yuan shook his head, forget it or not, anyway, it is the future boss of Mengyuan Design, the boss of herself, and she is occasionally thick-skinned.

Sitting in his car, Lou Yuan took out his mobile phone again, and his slender fingers flipped out the submerged text message again, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

Tomorrow at noon, Shangcheng Cafe, our first collaboration. ――From Lin An.

That night, Lin An slept soundly. In my dream, I seemed to see the door that had been closed tightly in front of me suddenly opened, and a bright light shot out from behind the door.

Lin An stretched out his hand, as if he had grabbed something.