Bai Hetaro thought about it, and seemed a little uncomfortable, but maybe he had a psychological struggle in his heart, and suddenly asked in a deep voice: "...... tomorrow"

What she said was that Zhuang Yan asked her uncle to come to the company to find her tomorrow.

As soon as Zhuang Yan got home, she went into the bathroom to take a bath, never mentioned this matter, and didn't ask what happened to Bai Hetaro, Bai Hetaro didn't know the bottom in her heart, and it was not easy to ask, she sat on the sofa, and waited until Zhuang Yan came out, and then she spoke.

In fact, Zhuang Yan quickly put this matter behind her, these things are just trivial things for her, she has more important things to think about, so she didn't think of it at first, but now when she heard Bai Hetaro mention the word "tomorrow", she immediately reacted.

She thought about it for a moment and sat down next to Bai Hetaro, who poured a glass of water for her, she took a sip and put the cup on the coffee table.

Bai Hetaro was a little nervous, she actually did a long psychological struggle, and finally decided to tell her - she was not this kind of person, she didn't like to talk, and she didn't like to tell others about her affairs.

But Bai Heyu herself realized a long time ago that her dependence on Zhuang Yan was obviously beyond her imagination.

She didn't want to wonder if this was the fledgling plot or not.

"My family used to be okay, but my father owed a lot of money in business, and then he and my mother had a plane crash......"

She was concise and to the point, Zhuang Yan was naturally smart, and with these three sentences, she felt that Zhuang Yan had been able to fully understand what she had experienced.

I don't know if it's Bai Hetaro's illusion, but when she said about her parents' plane crash, Zhuang Yan's pupils seemed to flicker.

Zhuang Yan touched a cigarette from the coffee table, lit it, took a puff, and turned her head to look at her.

Her expression was cold, like the one she had always thought she had maintained.

But Bai Hetaro felt that it was not indifference - Zhuang Yan was not an indifferent person.

It may be a sense of boredom that comes from not being interested in everything.

"So what?" Zhuang Yan's voice was careless, "Legally speaking, you are not obliged to repay your father's debts." ”

"Yes," Bai Crane said with a wry smile, "but I want to go back to my house, which is the place where I grew up after all, and I can't and can't give it up - I can only rely on paying off the money my dad owes to get the house." ”

Zhuang Yan raised her chin slightly and took another puff of her cigarette.

"The one who called...... It was my uncle, he was on drugs, sometimes he could be delirious, he harassed me many times, I didn't give him money once, but this time, he said he had my mother's wedding ring on his hand......"

"Have you seen the photos?"

"Hmm."

"Really?"

"It should be true, that kind of thing, there is no need to fake......"

Bai Hetaro's voice was lowered.

"You are an emotional person, if it were me, I would probably be gone, my parents are gone, what's the point of keeping a house, let alone a wedding ring." Zhuang Yan slowly exhaled smoke.

Bai Hetaro smiled: "Do you value feelings?" In fact, sometimes I wish my uncle and those people in the Bai family died, but they shed the same blood as me, after all, they are also my family - it is not so much that I am emotional, but that I am more selfish and nostalgic. ”

"Love the old ......" Zhuang Yan pondered these two words carefully, and suddenly smiled.

"This kind of person is actually very easy to deal with." She abruptly diverted the subject.

Bai Hetaro didn't understand at first, but later realized that Zhuang Yan was talking about his uncle.

Zhuang Yan looked out the window and said nonchalantly: "Because my father is such a person." ”

Bai Hetaro was stunned.

She always thought that Zhuang Yan was naturally born in a well-educated family - because she was richly dressed, had an extraordinary bearing, and looked like she had foreign blood, and she came back from abroad......

Her father turned out to be a rogue bastard like her uncle?

Seeing that Bai Hetaro's expression seemed to be stunned, Zhuang Yan sneered, "What, it's very unexpected, isn't it?" ”

Bai Hetaro didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Zhuang Yan took another puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, and her face in the smoke seemed to be a little blurry.

The white crane taro lowered his head.

Zhuang Yan said: "There is no accident, my parents are not married, they have been living together, my father is a big smoker, and he is also a drunkard, and he beats people when he is drunk, and the way he beats people is very special, did you have a rice bucket for rice when you were a child?" He pressed my head into the bucket of rice, and in that case people would be desperately breathing, so the nasal cavity was full of rice grains—"

When Zhuang Yan said this, she laughed in a low voice: "When I was about to suffocate, he would pull me up and watch me cough and squirt rice grains, he would find it funny." ”

The white crane taro was completely stunned.

"He owes a lot of money for gambling, he wants my mother to give money, if he doesn't give it, he beats us, scolds us with foul language, as long as he can achieve his goal, he will say anything."

"Then I went to middle school and my mom moved out with me, and he would harass us every day, like a ghost, and I think he probably never really loved my mom and didn't treat me as a daughter, so I hated men during that time, and I thought women might just be a tool for them to vent their desires."

Bai Hetaro immediately wanted to refute, because her father was not like this, but Zhuang Yan cut her off: "Later, when I grew up, I went abroad, and my vision broadened, and I felt that in fact, men are not all so bad, but what I met happened to be a big garbage." ”

"But I still can't like men."

Zhuang Yan said this, finished the cigarette in her hand and extinguished it in the ashtray.

Her expression was always calm, as if this matter did not cause much harm to her.

She turned her head, looked at Bai Hetaro and said with a smile: "So if I were you, I would be gone, but you and I have a different position, you should love your parents very much, your parents must also love you very much, and have praised you like a big lady since childhood...... Oh, maybe you used to be really a big lady. ”

Zhuang Yan said: "I just thought too much and got to a topic that shouldn't be talked about." ”

Bai Hetaro whispered, "It's okay. ”

Zhuang Yan said again: "You are really different. ”

Different?

Who is she with?

Zhuang Yan said: "There are the same, and there are differences, but after all, they are still different. ”

Bai Hetaro didn't understand.

Zhuang Yan took a deep look at her, and suddenly pressed the back of her head with one hand and leaned over.

Bai Hetaro knew what she was going to do.

She was going to kiss.

After they lived together in this villa, they didn't go to bed much, and Zhuang Yan was not keen on it, but she liked kissing very much.

She was deftly opened by Zhuang Yan's tongue, and they sank together, and those tedious and seemingly unsolvable problems, Bai Hetaro didn't want to think about it.

Her mouth has a faint smell of tobacco, a little cool mint, and it seems to have a somewhat seductive perfume smell.

This is the smell that belongs to Zhuang Yan, and the white crane taro has long been accustomed to it.

Zhuang Yan let go of her and reached out to touch the cigarette again.

The white crane taro ghost sent a messenger, and suddenly said, "Don't smoke." ”

Zhuang Yan looked at her.

Bai Crane Taro said: "It's not good for the body. ”

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, and suddenly smiled.

"Okay."

She said.

***

The next day was the day that Zhuang Yan and her uncle had agreed on.

10 a.m., 15th floor of Iris headquarters.

But Bai Hetaro didn't go, she hadn't seen her uncle for many years, she didn't know what kind of psychology she was in, she rejected this, she didn't want to see those people.

Zhuang Yan didn't offer to let her go, she went out early, Bai Hetaro got up late, they didn't sleep in the same room, so she didn't even know when she left.

Bai Hetaro did not notice, and since Jian Shun told her that she was going to sue Yimei for infringement, she has not received any job offers.

But that's fine.

She has more time to revise her designs.

It's not the Alice in Wonderland collection, it's a collection of summer dresses that she redesigned for Iris, and her dress design is clearly reasonable, dignified, and fashionable, and a design that you can't go wrong with any formal occasion.

But Zhuang Yan thinks that her design does not seem to be close enough to Iris's customer base, and if Zhuang Yan wants to say it carefully, Zhuang Yan, who is not from a professional class, can't say it, but in Zhuang Yan's words: "I will think it looks good, but I won't buy it." ”

Its customer base is between 24 and 35 years old, and it is positioned between youth and light maturity.

This age is the best age for a woman, obviously there are many choices, Bai Heyu looked at her design carefully, she really couldn't understand why Zhuang Yan was dissatisfied.

Every mature designer will have a strong personal style in their creations, and so does Bai Heyao, who likes to use small accessories such as lace and pearls.

Lace looks elegant, pearls look dignified, and this is a good material to use.

This batch of costumes is obviously the same.

Bai Hetaro thought carefully about Zhuang Yan's words, it looks good, and he won't buy it, what does it mean?

Isn't it just useless?

If a piece of clothing is not useful, then there are only two problems, one is that it cannot be worn, and the other is that it is expensive.

Ignoring the price for the time being, practicality is a big problem.

Iris is not Inés, it is sold on a large scale publicly, it is to make a profit, and if it looks good or does not sell, it will be very troublesome.

But no matter what Bai Hetaro thought, he didn't think of why Zhuang Yan wouldn't wear it.

Zhuang Yan means women with a high level of consumption in the age group, if this kind of women do not choose Iris, then Iris, as a mid-to-high-end brand, will lose a large number of customers.