international airport

Meng Wanyin was dressed in a white windbreaker, standing by the glass door, her brown eyes were flashing with tears, it was the first time for her to leave her son for so long.

"Mom, you come back early." Yue Jinyu tightly wrapped Meng Wanyin's calf and said aggrievedly.

"Okay, mom will be back soon, you have to wait for mom obediently." Meng Wanyin kissed Yue Jinyu's pink and tender little face, and said in a gentle voice.

Yue Jinyu kept nodding, her starry bright eyes seemed to be about to cry, and Meng Wanyin was distressed when she saw it.

Last kidnapping, Yue Jinyu was quite frightened, she originally wanted to soothe her son's injured heart, but because of work, she had to leave.

Yue Jiangcheng, who was standing on the side, had a shadow in his deep black eyes, which made people guess what he was thinking, Meng Wanyin walked to his side, and her red lips were pursed.

"Watch your body, I'll wait for you to return triumphantly." Yue Jiangcheng said word by word, his voice was hoarse and low, if it wasn't for the critical moment of the company's project, he would have followed Meng Wanyin to France together.

"I'm leaving." Meng Wanyin raised her head, her fair little face was tinged with a touch of pink, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Lu Qing ran over and pulled Meng Wanyin towards the plane.

Meng Wanyin took two steps and turned around, still very reluctant to her son, although it was only a week, but her chest seemed to be blocked, and she was uncomfortable.

Sitting on the plane, Lu Qing looked at Meng Wanyin's face was not very good, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?" ”

Meng Wanyin shook her head, closed her eyes, and Yue Jinyu's cute little face kept flashing in front of her.

This kind of separation made her very uncomfortable, and what made Meng Wanyin even more unacceptable was that sooner or later she would have to leave Yue Jinyu forever, after all, she was not his biological mother.

Tears involuntarily slid down her face, Meng Wanyin's slender fingertips quickly wiped away the tears, her heart was a little colder, she couldn't think of the future, and she couldn't see the present clearly.

Lu Qing sighed helplessly, what Meng Wanyin was thinking, she could also guess a thing or two, her marriage was a mistake from the beginning.

However, Meng Wanyin still fell deeper and deeper, if she didn't get out, Lu Qing was worried about Meng Wanyin, and she couldn't get out of it, and she would be greeted with even greater pain.

Both of them stopped talking, and gradually closed their eyes, they both had their own troubles, and there were nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in this world.

The plane soared through the sky and finally arrived in France six hours later, and Meng Wanyin stood in this strange land, her eyes full of surprise.

It is a famous romantic city, and there is a strong atmosphere of love everywhere, and she wanted to come to France when she was in high school.

Paris Fashion Week in France is also what she wants to participate in the most, but with limited funds and limited time, these have become dreams.

Now that she finally had the opportunity to step here, Meng Wanyin looked at the clear blue sky, took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the hotel, and began to study their design.

This competition, if it can achieve a good result, it will definitely be a historic step for their company, and the last competition made a good start.

Meng Wanyin also found that if they wanted to promote their company's niche designs, they had to rely on competitions to make a name for themselves.

If they don't have fame, no mall wants to cooperate with them, after all, there are too few people who recognize them compared to big brands.

"Wanyin, this set was designed by you, I think it's the best of it, it's better to use this set." Lu Qing picked up a black evening dress and said in a crisp voice.

She works overtime in the company day and night, just to study the competition, and the judges' vision is roughly the same every year, as long as the details are in place, she believes that they still have a chance.

"The top three in this competition can be called the work to be hung at the clothing exhibition in Hesu, France." Lu Qing continued, his eyes full of yearning.

Hesu's clothes at the fashion show are all international brands, and if they are lucky enough to squeeze into the top three, their company's designs will instantly become sweet.

Meng Wanyin raised her eyes and looked at the design in Lu Qing's hand, a little hesitant, although this was designed by her, but whether it was the color matching or the details, she felt that she was not satisfied.

"I'll change it again." Meng Wanyin took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"Okay." Lu Qing nodded, she knew that Meng Wanyin had always had very high requirements for her design.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Meng Wanyin completely revised the design in her hand, a black dress, surrounded by white light gauze, which looked both fairy and beautiful.

Nodding with satisfaction, Meng Wanyin flipped her stiff neck, opened her phone and saw more than a dozen missed calls, and then remembered that she had muted her phone in order not to be disturbed.

Most of them were called by Yue Jiangcheng, Meng Wanyin hurriedly gave it back, and a low boy came from the other end of the phone: "You haven't slept so late?" ”

"I've been revising the design, but I haven't received a call, I'm sorry." Meng Wanyin said softly, a little weak-hearted.

She should have called Yue Jiangcheng in advance, but she didn't know what kind of identity she should use to contact him, although she was his wife in name, but in fact the two had nothing to do with each other.

Meng Wanyin always felt that they would divorce sooner or later, although she didn't want to think about it, but things were there, and there would always be a day when it happened.

Since she came to the hotel, she began to miss Yue Jinyu, and restlessness surged in her chest, which made Meng Wanyin even more uneasy, if one day, she left the Yue family, then what should she do?

"Between us, there is no need to be sorry." Yue Jiangcheng frowned slightly, he felt that Meng Wanyin's mood was a little wrong.

France is a strange city for her after all, and it is normal for her to be a little uncomfortable when she first arrives there.

Meng Wanyin groaned and didn't speak again, she suddenly didn't know what to say to Yue Jiangcheng, she suddenly couldn't see the relationship between the two clearly.

Hanging up the phone and lying on the bed, Meng Wanyin still had a feeling of dreaming.

She was wearing a wedding dress that did not belong to her, married someone else's prince, sighed, Meng Wanyin closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

Tomorrow she will go to visit other people's designs with Lu Qing, and only by checking and filling in the gaps will they have a chance, compared with many famous designers, they are still too young.

In the early morning, a touch of sunlight fell on Meng Wanyin's slender eyelashes like a small fan, she fluttered her sparkling eyes, looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, and sat up from the bed suddenly.

Touching the phone, seeing the time, it quieted down, this competition has a very strict time control, although there is no them in today's game, but Meng Wanyin still attaches great importance to it.