When he walked to the door in discouragement, Shen Haochen said slowly: "This is a lesson for you, don't just say half of it next time." ”

The corners of Wen Xun's mouth trembled almost invisibly, okay, it's all his fault, he admits it.

There was no one else in the room, and Shen Haochen didn't have the heart to continue working, he brushed the computer aside casually, and leaned lazily against the white wall behind him, frowning, and vaguely saw the blue-gray shade under his eyelids caused by lack of sleep.

Unconsciously, sleepiness hit him, and before falling asleep, the woman's slender figure resurfaced in his mind, and the dazzling smile bloomed only for him.

He heard his own heart, and said, you can only be mine in this life, you belong to me, no matter whether you really have amnesia or not, no matter when, don't want to run away from me.

Yan Tianyao sneezed coldly, she sniffled, and continued: "The International Mingshang Design Competition is about to start, how is Winter's preparations?" ”

The assistant gave her a worried look before saying, "Master Winter has locked himself in his room all day, and I don't know where he is now. ”

But there is one thing she didn't say, that is, in recent days, there has always been a noisy sound in the room, and it seems that the people inside are constantly smashing things.

Hearing this, Yan Tianyao frowned, but she didn't continue to embarrass her.

Seeing that the competition is approaching, although designers should be given independent space to play freely, it is not necessarily a good thing to be too closed to themselves.

It seems that she will still have to ask about the situation later.

The assistant snorted for a moment, and then said, "Director Meng, your body has just recovered, you should rest more." ”

She was really worried, Yan Tianyao was sick a few days ago, she didn't come to the company, and a lot of official business was delayed, if there was another accident, she would definitely not be busy.

Yan Tianyao just wanted to say that she was fine, her throat was a little itchy, and she couldn't help coughing, seeing this, she had to change her mind and say, "Well, I know, I will take care of myself, don't worry." ”

After saying that, she got up, pointed to the somewhat cluttered tabletop, and said, "You clean up, I'll go see Winter." ”

The assistant nodded in response.

Walking along the road to the quiet independent design room, she happened to hear the movement coming from the room and the man's suppressed voice, Yan Tianyao immediately frowned, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, Winter's cold voice sounded low: "Who?" ”

Yan Tianyao was stunned for a moment, and replied calmly: "It's me." ”

To her surprise, the movement inside disappeared in an instant.

Yan Tianyao pursed her lips, and she was not in a hurry to continue calling the door, she waited quietly in front of the door, for a long time, with a "click" sound, the man covered with stubble came into view.

"You ......" Seeing the man's tired face and tense nerves, Yan Tianyao couldn't help but be a little stunned.

She glanced at the room, and was shocked again, unable to speak, she still remembered that the design room was full of art when it was first cleaned up, and the interior was clean and tidy.

But it looked cluttered, with a mess of paper on the table and chairs lying crookedly to the floor.

Winter noticed her eyes and thought she was disgusted with the mess in the house, so she let out a breath of turbidity, lowered her head, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry, I'll clean it up later." ”

Yan Tianyao turned her face to look at him, her eyes were clear: "This is your studio, don't say sorry to me, but I personally suggest that a clean environment seems to be easier to create inspiration." ”

She'd be upset in her dirty room anyway.

I don't know what touched Winter's delicate mind in her words, he suddenly rubbed his already messy hair irritably, his eyes dodged, and his breathing suddenly increased.

After getting along with him for a few days, Yan Tianyao knew his temper very well, and did not urge, waiting for him to take the initiative to speak.

Winter put down his hand decadently, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Meng Xuan, I may be sorry for your attention." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, his eyes turned red, and he said that men don't flick when they have tears, and that is just not to the sad place.

Yan Tianyao didn't take his words to heart, but asked calmly: "Why do you say that?" ”

She believed in her own vision, and she believed in Winter's character, and he wouldn't say such a thing for no reason.

Winter looked down at his hands, his eyes shining, and his voice was fragile: "I, I can't design anything anymore. ”

He tried many methods, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the effect he wanted, let alone compare it with his previous works.

If this continues, how will he clear his reputation?

As if thinking of those people's spitting faces, Winter's mood gradually decreased, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and his body trembled slightly.

A woman's slight sigh came from his ears, and Yan Tianyao slowly put her hand on his emaciated shoulder and patted it.

After he raised his empty and desperate eyes, the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "Don't define yourself so early, I have the impression of Winter, who never lacks self-confidence, and is the most dazzling existence when standing in the light." ”

Winter smiled bitterly, what she said was true, that is, she was once high-spirited, and it was because she was too proud and complacent that she was betrayed by the villain and took away everything that belonged to him.

Yan Tianyao bypassed him from the side, stepped into the room, bent down on the ground to pick up the discarded paper, and slowly opened it, the messy lines on it could see the master's painstaking efforts.

The air in the room is not circulated, but after a while, I feel a little panicked, and Yan Tianyao is relieved, no wonder Winter can't create.

If it continues to be so depressed, no matter how good the designer is, he will be strangled in the cradle.

Thinking of this, a novel idea popped up for her.

Immediately turned around, walked up to Winter quietly, took his hand and ran.

"Meng, Meng Xuan, where are you taking me?" Winter stared at the almost perfect side face of the woman in front of her, feeling the sound of the wind in her ears, and her heart was inexplicably cold.

Has he been abandoned?

However, the strength in his hand made him feel lucky.

Although she didn't know where she was going, there was a voice in her heart that she wouldn't harm him.

The safe passage was close in front of him, and Winter seemed to have a heel under his feet, unable to move anymore, and he said his question: "Meng Xuan, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

Yan Tianyao raised her eyebrows: "Climb the stairs." ”

Winter: Did he hear him right, there are elevators on every floor of the company, and she asked him to climb the stairs?

Soon, Yan Qianyao relieved his doubts: "Don't worry, I won't let you climb by yourself, I will accompany you, will you come?" ”

Winter frowned, stared at her for a while, and made sure that she wasn't joking anymore, then nodded helplessly: "You said so, how dare I refuse, after all, you gave me a chance to be reborn." ”

Even if she made a more excessive request, he didn't doubt that he would agree without hesitation.