The faint sunlight hit Meng Wanyin's long hair, and she stood on the balcony, holding a book in her hand, her clear eyes sparkling.

Milan Fashion Week is just around the corner, her creations have been sent to Milan, and then it's a battle to see what happens, and she has to stand out.

Purple light flashed in her eyes, Meng Wanyin turned around and walked into the study, leaning lazily on the sofa, the past had dissipated with her memory.

But the wound in the chest can never be healed.

opened the notebook and saw the words in the email, Meng Wanyin's red lips pursed slightly, she invited a professional private detective to investigate Meng's mother, she wanted to find out whether Meng Nianci was dead or not.

Since recovering her memory, Meng Wanyin has a lot of questions, Meng Jiliang obviously ignores her, why did she let her marry Yue Jiangcheng instead of Meng Nianci.

And after she had a car accident, Meng Nianci was sent abroad and had a miserable life, why did Meng Jiliang do this?

Only Meng Jiliang and Meng Nianci can solve these questions for her, but neither of them can speak.

She once went to see Meng Mu in person, but Meng Mu didn't dare to see her, she avoided her every time, of course Meng Wanyin knew what the reason was, it was nothing more than being a thief.

The best way to torture a person is not to let her die, but to let her live in pain every minute and every second, so that her life is worse than death.

The current Meng mother is like this, the life of falling into the abyss will torture her, she is old like a noblewoman, she has been a rich wife all her life, except for mahjong, she doesn't even have a skill, and even eating has become difficult for her, often hungry and full.

The loan sharks will come to patronize for a while if they have nothing to do, and Meng's mother was tortured unadultly, but Meng Nianci never appeared, not even a phone call.

Meng Wanyin was a little skeptical, could it be that she was really dead?

Yue's Group.

Yue Jiangcheng leaned on the black deerskin sofa, his deep black eyes were cold, and the prey he was eyeing was actually wanted to be robbed.

The French company HEU sent a newcomer to bid with them for the Lanli project, which was originally a stable project, but the tender went wrong.

The strength of HEU company has not been to be underestimated, but in recent years, it has developed like a bamboo in France, and now it wants to seize the market of country A.

The documents in his hand tapped lightly on the desktop, Yue Jiangcheng's eagle-like black eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the purpose of the HEU company was probably not only this project.

Peeling back the cocoon, with the ambitions of the French, this matter is definitely not simple.

Rubbing his temples slightly tiredly, Yue Jiangcheng walked out of the company, took out his mobile phone from his satchel and stripped it of Meng Wanyin.

Yue Jiangcheng picked his eyes, Meng Wanyin should be in the company at this time, why did he hang up his phone?

And the assistant here, looking at the phone hung up in his hand, his eyes were full of nervousness, Meng Wanyin was studying the design draft in the office, worried about being disturbed by the mobile phone, so he handed over the mobile phone to her.

It's just that when the assistant saw the words "Yue Jiangcheng", he jumped down, and the name of the whole country A is more well-known than many celebrities.

The president of the Yue Group, the successor of the Yue family, and the dream lover of all women in country A, handsome and golden, handsome and indifferent.

As soon as she was excited, she accidentally touched the screen and hung up the phone instantly.

Feeling apprehensive, the assistant knocked on the door cautiously.

"Come in." Meng Wanyin took a sip of water and said in a soft voice.

"Mr. Meng, I accidentally hung up your phone." The little assistant said slowly, his eyes full of apologies.

After all, she hung up on other people's phones, this is the high-ranking president, Yue Jiangcheng!

Seeing the worried appearance of the little assistant, Meng Wanyin smiled helplessly, walked out of the company with her mobile phone, and looked at the stars in the sky, flashing light.

The sound of the speeding car came into her ears, Meng Wanyin turned her head, a kind face came into view, and she said in surprise: "Aunt Bai, why are you back?" ”

The woman in front of her was dressed in a white windbreaker, with long black wavy hair full of style, an elegant smile on her delicate face, quiet, and bright eyes as bright as fireworks.

Meng Wanyin couldn't help but sigh in her heart, even if she was a woman, she couldn't help but be attracted by Aunt Bai, she was like a natural courtesan, a smile, sultry, that elegance and beauty, as if engraved into her bones.

"I came back a few days ago, and I always wanted to come to see you, but I happened to pass by your company, so I just came to take a look." Bai Xian said gently, her eyes bright.

Meng Wanyin hurriedly invited Aunt Bai in, poured a cup of coffee, and smiled at the corner of her mouth, she felt happy from the bottom of her heart to see Aunt Bai.

In the past, she was extremely immature in thinking, only lonely and courageous, and stubborn like a donkey, so when she stepped into society, she was wronged and her heart was broken.

was even more scratched by Meng Nianci, Meng Wanyin did want to die at that time, God was too cruel to her, and her growth was full of thorns from the moment she was born.

She was really tired.

However, Bai Xian comforted her on the side, gave her direction, taught her to be reborn in Nirvana, and in the United States for half a year, the most she did was to read books.

Bai Xian passed on her life's experience and helped her find what she really wanted.

"No one should flaunt their innocence, those who can live easily in this world have a devil living in their hearts." Meng Wanyin couldn't fully understand this sentence at that time until she returned to China......

She locks the devil deep in her eyes and guards her most beloved relatives.

"Aunt Bai, I miss you so much." Running in front of Bai Xian, Meng Wanyin hugged her tightly, tears flashed in her eyes, and she was grateful to this woman from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, okay, how to act like a child." Bai Xian looked at Meng Wanyin helplessly, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Meng Wanyin stood up straight and suddenly thought of her recent design, and offered the treasure to bring the design draft to Aunt Bai.

Bai Xian stretched out her hand to take the design draft handed over by Meng Wanyin, the black gauze skirt, the warm bright red, the neat wiring, the bright gold wire, every stroke is just right, and each one is amazing.

She has served as a judge of the French Designer Competition, and has a deep understanding of the design of today's people, and Meng Wanyin's design is indeed ingenious and different.

Whether it is the color matching, or the overall two points, they are all eye-catching and moving, Bai Xian has a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, obviously yes, Meng Wanyin's works are extremely recognized.

"It's amazing." Bai Xian couldn't help but admire, but the look in her eyes was very complicated.

It was Meng Wanyin's incomprehensible emotion, her bright eyes seemed to be entangled in a layer of white veil, and some cloudy silk threads roamed in her pupils.

"Aunt Bai, thank you for your encouragement, I feel that I have been rejuvenated, and even the design has changed the rigid style of the past." Meng Wanyin said seriously.