"I don't want to talk about him." An Nian interrupted Song Linlin's words, her smile was soft but much more insistent than before, "I came back this time to go through the divorce procedures." ”

Long pain is better than short pain, or it is better to break it early.

In the past two years, the scandal between Huo Junyuan and Zhao Ruomei has become more and more lively, and many people have speculated whether Zhao Ruomei is going to replace her.

"Divorce?" Song Linlin was surprised, "Have you figured it out?" It's no joke. ”

"It's been thought through, it's never been clearer than it is now." An Nian said in a low voice, when I see Zimo's appearance, I will remember what he did.

Song Linlin was speechless for a while, she didn't know what to say, she herself was drawing the ground as a prison, let alone saving others.

"What happened to me letting you go where you looked?" An Nian changed the topic with a smile, and she had seen the demeanor of a strong woman for the first time in her gestures.

Song Linlin teased her big waves: "You can rest assured that I will do something."

"Then we'll go see the place tomorrow and open it after the renovation is complete." An Nian was full of confidence, looked at Song Linlin and quipped, "With you as the spokesperson, business must be good." ”

After two years, Song Linlin has become a female star who is very popular, and many of the clothes she wears at the banquet are from An Nian's handwriting, and Allen has been chasing behind her ass and asking, which of everyone's works is it.

But she and An Nian have a confidentiality agreement, so naturally they won't tell him.

The next day, An Nian handed over Zimo to her aunt at home, and went out with Song Linlin to see the venue.

"How about it, the luxury atmosphere is high-grade, and the low-key luxury has connotation." Song Linlin walked around the room and showed it to An Nian like a treasure, "Miss, I came to find it exactly according to your requirements, and there is basically no need to decorate." ”

An Nian nodded with satisfaction: "It will open in ten days, welcome to come and cheer."

Ten days later, an explosive news occupied the front page of the newspaper, on the first day of the opening of Zimo Modeling House, Song Linlin, who was very popular, actually stood on the catwalk, and also released the words that the dresses she had passed before were all made by the shopkeeper himself.

For a while, Zimo Styling House became famous for a while, and everyone was full of expectations for the big designer who didn't show up on the opening day.

Some people say that a cold-eyed and cold-hearted handsome guy is still Song Linlin's lover; Another person said that it must be a gentle Jiangnan woman who designed such elegant and dignified clothes.

"Zimo, why haven't I heard this name?" Alan muttered, parked the car on the side of the road, quietly slipped into the store, and reached out to pat Hao Linlin, "What about the designer?"

Coincidentally, An Nian came out of the reception room with tea, and the two of them collided with each other, and they were both slightly stunned.

"You—You're back...... Alan stammered and rubbed his eyes vigorously before he dared to believe that it was not a dream.

An Nian put the tea on the table and smiled slightly:

"Long time no see."

"Where have you been in the past two years?" After Alan got excited, he began to complain about An Nian's unrighteousness, "Since you left, you don't know how badly my magazine has lost!" You have to make it up to me!"

He has seen the dress worn by Song Linlin, from the idea to the workmanship and tailoring, it is all at a master's level, and he must seize this opportunity.

"Ignore him, he doesn't take advantage enough." Song Linlin smiled, raised her eyebrows and looked at Alan on the side, "You receive a sample of clothes every month, and you are still not satisfied?"

Allen's eyes lit up and looked at An Nian: "It's you!"

He remembered that although the style of those clothes was deliberately modified, the clothes worn by Song Linlin were indeed made by the same person.

"I suddenly went abroad and caused you a loss, and I have to make up for it." An Nian smiled lightly.

Alan nodded with a smile, and blurted out: "Does Huo Junyuan know that you are back?"

After speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became cold, and Song Linlin angrily wanted to kick Alan away, can this person not pick on other people's sore spots.

"He's him, I'm me." An Nian said lightly.

Alan smiled, only bowed his head to drink tea, and did not dare to speak more.

Song Linlin took on a new drama "The Moon is Like a Hook", the background of the era is forty or fifty years of Shanghai, and all kinds of cheongsams are needed during filming, so she recommended An Nian.

"If you want to open up awareness in City A, these events are necessary to participate." Song Linlin put on makeup in the mirror, but Jian Annian didn't react, and said, "Did you listen to me?"

An Nian raised his head and smiled: "I'll go with you, okay."

I've been nagging since last night, and I'm really not disgusted.

The cocktail party was set in the lobby on the second floor of the Shenghua Hotel, and through the car window, An Nian looked at the night scene outside with almost no changes, and his originally calm heart actually rippled.

After two years, she is finally back.

"Niannian, it's here." Song Linlin stopped pulling An Nian's arm and motioned for her to get out of the car, "What do you think, so fascinated?"

An Nian smiled to hide her embarrassment: "It's nothing.

When you enter the hall on the second floor, you will see a huge welcome sign that reads "Moon Like a Hook", and the cocktail party is also marked with arrows, which is easy to find.

"Hello Director Chen, this is the Zimo designer I told you." Song Linlin pulled An Nian in front of a man in his forties and fifties, and said with a smile, "You have also seen the clothes she designed, they are all very good."

An Qin smiled lightly and bowed slightly: "Hello Director Chen."

"There are many people who have recommended designers, we will choose fairly, can we ask Miss Zimo to submit a sample?"

An Nian nodded: "It should be."

At the cocktail party, the clothes were fluttering and the wine was fragrant, but An Nian felt bored, but because of Song Linlin's hard publicity, many film and television stars came to ask her about customizing clothes.

She dealt with them one by one with a smile on her face, and at the same time calculated in her mind how much commission she would get for taking these orders, so that she could take Zimo to see a better doctor.

"Can you order one for me?" A gentle voice came from behind.

An Nian's body stiffened, even if she didn't look back, she knew who the owner of the voice was, so weak and boneless, so lovable.

"I'm sorry, I don't take Miss Zhao's order." An Nian turned his head and smiled faintly, "Making clothes also depends on your mood."

The moment she saw An Nian turn her head, Zhao Ruomei's face suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled: "You, you're back?!"

"If I don't come back, how can you take my place and enter the house?" An Nian approached her, the smile on the corner of her mouth was sweet, but the words she said made Zhao Ruomei's face blue and white for a while, "Are you very unhappy to see me come back?"

There are already a lot of people around, and they have been in the entertainment industry for so long, all of them are exquisite, and what An Nian said, there was immediately a lot of discussion around.

"I think the designer Zimo is a little familiar, as if it is...

"Huo Junyuan's wife! Oh, my God!

"It turns out that Zhao Ruomei is really a junior!" Hush... Don't let her hear.

An Nian stood straight, her pointed chin was facing Zhao Ruomei, her eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness, did you think she was a person who was wronged and held back?

"Who did I say, it turned out to be Zhao Ruomei, why did you come to our crew to do something?" Song Linlin came over with a goblet and looked at her from head to toe a few times, "What, come to rob me of the scene again?"

Before, Zhao Ruomei relied on Huo Junyuan's fame to overpower her several times, Song Linlin was so angry that she rushed directly to Huo Junyuan's office, and this woman stopped.

"I'm too lazy to tell you." Zhao Ruomei snorted coldly and pretended to leave calmly, but her heart was like a cat scratching.

An Nian is back, An Nian is back.. So all her previous efforts are going to be in vain?

"No way!" Zhao Ruomei cut off half of her nails and gritted her teeth, "I will never allow Huo Junyuan to be snatched away."

At the cocktail party, the photo of the confrontation between An Nian and Zhao Ruomei quickly made entertainment headlines, and suddenly exploded in City A.

"You're famous." Song Linlin handed her the newspaper, "It's faster than riding a rocket."

An Nian glanced at it, a little annoyed: "I didn't want to let everyone know so soon, but it seems that I can't hide it now."

"City A is such a big place, everyone looks down and doesn't look up, even if it doesn't happen this time, maybe you can meet it next time you buy a handful of vegetables." Song Linlin tugged at the corners of her mouth, took the toy and handed it to Zimo next to her, "Baby, call Auntie." ’

The little child stared at her, and her delicate facial features and wooden expression made people feel sad. An Nian gently stroked her son's hair, her heart was soft, but her brain was spinning rapidly.

"Linlin promised me one thing." An Nian grabbed Song Linlin's arm, "You can't let Huo Junyuan know about Zimo's existence." ”

Song Linlin was confused: "Why? He meant to be

"I have my own considerations." An Nian's eyes were gloomy, and he said earnestly, "You must promise me." ”

Song Linlin nodded: "I promise you."

It's just that if the paparazzi know that she has a child, I'm afraid that rumors will fly all over the sky again, so I still have to think of a comprehensive way to get through.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong--" Song Linlin glanced at the call, her eyelids jumped and showed it to An Nian, "Cao Cao."

An Nian pursed her lips and answered the phone, walked to the window and connected: "It's me."

The phone was filled with the "creak" of the car's brakes and the screeching sound of a palm slapping on the steering wheel.

Huo Junyuan's eyes were scarlet, he held the mobile phone with one hand, and the steering wheel with the other hand, the green tendons on the back of his hand were tensed, and the bones were distinct.

In the past two years, he has looked for all the places she can go, and a good person seems to have evaporated from the world, and when he saw the photo of her and Song Linlin today, he immediately sent someone to check Song Linlin's information, only to know that the two of them have been in contact.

"Why?" Huo Junyuan is a word--ton.

An Nian's body trembled slightly, but he tried his best to keep his voice calm: "You know it well, why bother asking."

You don't believe me?" Huo Junyuan's voice suddenly ordered.

An Nian lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I believe in my eyes."

The phone hung up, An Nian pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, and sure enough.

The next morning, the corner café. "Smack!"

"It's a million, for you." Zhao Ruomei was wearing huge sunglasses, her hands were folded over her shoulders, and her pointed chin was facing the opposite side.

An Nian sneered: "Do you think I lack this million?"

Zhao Ruomei pushed the bank card over: "I know that you are not lacking, but it is my intention and that of Junyuan." ”

"You," An Nian felt a chill in his heart, "then thank you." ”

She picked up her bank card and got up to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Ruomei again: "Ting Shen said that it was compensation for you and the child who died early." ”

An Nian clutched the bank card tightly, the edges and corners of the card were pierced in the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel pain.

It's ridiculous.

She walked on the bustling streets, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar street corners and roads, her heart was inexplicably desolate, she pulled the corners of her mouth self-deprecatingly: "Didn't you die a long time ago?"

So why be upset?

An Nian took a deep breath, opened his eyes to the sky, and opened his eyes wide, so as not to be sad.

Zimo styling house swept City A with a momentum that Xu Lei couldn't hide and became the focus of attention in the fashion industry.