After a while, the maid sent the notebook over, which recorded the dimensions of Mr. Wang and his wife.

An Zimo took a picture of the data with his mobile phone, and handed over the things with a smile.

Looking around, the décor is warm, all of which are women's favourite.

"Mr. Wang must love your wife very much."

At the mention of his wife, a smile appeared on Mr. Wang's face.

"I have known her since I was a child, and by chance, my wife, who was going to get married, ran away temporarily, and instead of looking at me and laughing at me like other people, she took the initiative to stand by my side and said that she wanted to marry me.

Recalling the events of his youth, Mr. Wang's face still had a shy smile.

An Zimo listened carefully and took the opportunity to find inspiration.

"And then?"

"At that time, I was not very wealthy, but since I was with my wife, her tenacity and hard work inspired me again and again, let me fight together, and later, we created the current group together, and the days are getting better and better day by day, but not long ago, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, and the doctor said that the operation would be dangerous, so I thought about spending the last wedding anniversary with her before the operation, maybe the next time I was pushed into the hospital, I won't be able to get out.

Mr. Wang said as he reached out to serve the wine glass again.

An Zimo preemptively took the wine glass to the side.

Mr. Wang grabbed it and laughed helplessly.

"Mr. Wang, you all know that you are sick, why do you still drink? Your doctor should have reminded you that you should no longer drink alcohol.

"I was reminded, but I was afraid that she would find out about my condition, I used to drink every day, so I could only drink some every day to prevent her from finding out.

"Don't drink it, because alcohol will stimulate the spread of the virus in your body faster.

Mr. Wang sighed, and he always felt that he was like a waste person now.

She loves the lavender she grows in the yard and she goes back to see them every time she comes back, and I hope they will make her happy if I'm not around.

Mr. Wang's words completely inspired An Zimo's creation.

"Purple, Madame is very fond of purple things?

Mr. Wang looked at An Zimo in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I guess." An Zimo replied seriously.

"Ahem... Mr. Wang coughed again, and An Zimo didn't dare to stay too long, and told Mr. Wang to rest well, and she left the villa with Lianglingcheng.

On the way back, An Zimo sat in the car, his head tilted to the direction of the window, looking at the passing scenery, hurried over, and passed by.

After coming out of the villa, An Zimo's face has been ugly, and Liang Lingcheng peeked at her from time to time.

After arriving at the hotel, she claimed that she was not feeling well, and went back to the room first.

"Why are you here? Your room is next door. An Zimo was a little frightened, and couldn't help but remind Liang Lingcheng, for fear that he would stay in the room for the night.

"I see that your face has not been very good, and I am worried about you, so I came to you, you can tell me anything on your mind, it is not good for you to hold it all the time.

Liang Lingcheng's eyes were full of An Zimo's figure, and he couldn't pretend to be anyone else.

As soon as she had any trouble here, he would be the first to find out.

"I think I am so loving as Mr. Wang and his wife, why did such a thing happen?

"Many of people's encounters are destined, you see that Mr. Wang is seriously ill, but he still has a loving person in his heart, he is still full of hope for life, in fact, he is not pitiful.

Liang Lingcheng couldn't see An Zimo sad and sad.

But compared to Mr. Wang, he is not as good as what happened to him, at least, there is still a beloved person by his side, i he, he has not reunited with An Zimo.

"Poor me, until now, I have not been recognized by you, when on earth will you be willing to open up to me?

Liang Lingcheng asked seriously, every sentence with a strong sense of pity.

An Zimo avoided his affectionate eyes and stepped aside, deliberately keeping a safe distance from him.

"I'm sleepy and want to rest, you can go back first."

An Zimo deliberately avoided Lianglingcheng, this is not the first time it has happened, but every time it will hurt Lianglingcheng's heart again.

He didn't stay long, and now he really can't get into her heart, but he still won't give up, and one day, she will be willing to open up to him.

"Then you have a good rest, and if you need my help, you can notify me as soon as possible.

An Zimo sent Liang Lingcheng away, lying on the bed alone, originally a little sleepy, but when she thought of Liang Lingcheng's micro-expression when she was leaving, a feeling of distress rose in her heart, and this feeling made her unable to fall asleep.

So, I turned over and got up, took out a pen and paper, and drew the thoughts in my mind on the paper.

The revision lasted for a long time, until she was satisfied, and the moment she put down the pen, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

I took a shower and lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"As far as I know, An Zimo and Liangling City have arrived in S City." Meng Xue'er put down a glass of milk at the table and spoke.

Lin Na was perfecting the design draft in her hand, and she didn't show much performance when she heard the news, and she didn't show much embarrassment when she heard it for a long time.

"Come on, come on, a newcomer who has just joined the Liang Group, will I be afraid of her?

"Although I have always disliked An Zimo, I have to admit that her designs are good." Meng Xueer rarely acknowledges the talent of others, but An Zimo is one of them.

She has always wanted to work hard to achieve An Zimo's results, but she has always just thought about it.

Lin Na threw the pencil in her hand on the table, with an angry face, and couldn't help but complain to the people around her, "I really want to ask you, are you from my side, or an undercover agent sent by An Zimo?" Aren't you trying to block me?"

Meng Xue'er still needs Lin Na's design at this moment, and she can't be treated as harshly as before.

"I know it's wrong, I just said it in a hurry, you have a lot, don't be like me, you hurry up and continue to design, I won't speak.

Meng Xue'er left after speaking, and Lin Na picked up the pen on the table again and continued to create.

The next day, early in the morning, An Zimo knocked on the door of Liangling City, and heard that there was a sub-order from the Liang Group, and there would be cloth and some various things she needed.

An Zimo now wants to turn these designs into sample clothes, and can only turn to Liangling City to take her over.

Not long after she knocked on the door, Liang Lingcheng opened the door in a nightgown, and the V-neckline, the looming figure fell into An Zimo's eyes, she deliberately looked away, pretending not to see it.