"Your hands are too heavy to be lighter?"

The decadent man hurriedly let go of Zhu Wuwu's hand, looking like a thief.

Zhu Wuwu's face sank, put the medicine box down, got up and went to the other: "Then you can take the medicine yourself."

kindly helped her with medicine, but she was disgusted by him, and she didn't make a mistake, so why was it boring to be self-deprecating.

The decadent man sighed secretly in his heart: Is it because he has been single for too long? How can this make even a sow feel beautiful?

Is it love house and black?

No, it seems that you will have to keep your distance from her in the future.

*

Moxie President's Office

Mo Sihan's office, like his owner, was spotless and as good as new.

Every few days, the aunt who is in charge of cleaning will regularly change flowers, and the room is filled with a faint fragrance all year round.

Mo Sihan's office is not only gorgeous, but also very modern.

The huge retro floor-to-ceiling curtains will be automatically lifted when the office door is opened, and the lights and air conditioners are automatically sensing, full of science and technology.

Such an office, most people would think that they have only seen it in a certain sci-fi blockbuster, but they didn't expect that such a place exists in reality.

In addition, the president chair that Mo Sihan himself sat on has a supine design, so that when he is tired, he can comfortably close his eyes and take a nap.

Mo Sihan works irregular hours and often works late into the night, so his office area comes with a fully functional bedroom with a bed, TV, separate bathroom and simple bathroom.

In this way, it has become almost half of his permanent resting place.

It's late at night, and the computer screen is still glowing with blue light.

Mo Sihan stared at a message in the mailbox for a long time.

He stood up, went to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The man's deep, magnetic voice sounded, "R Jie, I'll arrange to find you in London tomorrow."

"Okay, call me when it's time."

After a brief call, Mo Sihan returned to his president's chair and stared at the news just now.

After all the news about Zhu Wuwu was lost, Mo Sihan focused his investigation on the field of wedding dress design that Zhu Wuwu was engaged in.

Zhu Wuwu is a promising wedding dress designer, and Mo Sihan firmly believes that her gold will shine wherever she goes. (The truth is that even if there is only a thin layer of gold on it, it will not shine.) ）

Therefore, with the strong support of R Jie, Mo Sihan has participated in many well-known international wedding exhibitions held around the world.

As long as Zhu Wuwu is still engaged in the wedding dress design industry, as long as she emerges in the field of wedding dress design, Mo Sihan does not believe that she will not be found.

The Bridal Week, held in London, is an international wedding exhibition with a high reputation in the industry.

At that time, top designers from the wedding design industry will present their latest wedding dresses, and professional models will wear the wedding dresses and treasures carefully designed by the designers, providing a wonderful visual feast for the audience, so that the global professional audience and news media will feast their ears.

Not only that, but those well-known designers in the bridal industry will also be present to show the latest fashion trends and design concepts in wedding dress fashion.

Among them is Mona, a designer who wishes no worries about it.

Mona is currently the hottest wedding dress designer in the world, and her designs have rich imagination and dramatic tension. She designs wedding dresses that are exquisitely made, perfectly combining the traditional beauty of wedding dresses with modern avant-garde, and are one of the most popular wedding dress brands.

According to the news revealed by R Jie, in the past, whenever the designer Mona participated in the wedding dress exhibition, Zhu Wuwu would make a special trip to observe and learn.

Mo Sihan had a glimmer of hope for this, and did not hesitate to push off all the trips.

"Good luck worry, you'll go, right?"

Mo Sihan supported his chin with one hand, and fell into deep thought.

……

As far away as Hrian's Zhu Wuwu, he paid attention to Mona's latest developments last week.

She has not been in a good mood these days, and she regrets not being able to attend this event.

Zhu Wuwu scratched his head and scratched his cheeks in a hurry: "Hey~ What kind of work will Brother Jie bring this time?"

"The London Bridal Show is a world-class wedding show, and I really want to see it live."

"Will my idol Mona really go? What kind of amazing wedding treasures will she bring?"

Zhu Wuwu closed her eyes and imagined what it was like to be in the forest, as if those luxurious and gorgeous wedding dresses shone in front of her eyes:

The glossy fabric is made of tulle and lace panels, and the skirt is layered to outline the graceful figure, as noble and elegant as a Greek goddess, perfect for a demure, elegant and feminine bride......

Zhu Wuwu opened his eyes and found that he was struggling with the wet, soft and sticky flour, and suddenly he was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

She is a promising wedding dress designer, why should she fight to the death with flour when she should hold a paintbrush?

Zhu Wuwu let out a long sigh, and suddenly he was not even in the mood to make bread.

The worst thing is that the boss who only drinks in a daze, and today his temperament changed drastically, and he suddenly took the sketchbook and began to conceive and draw.

Zhu Wuwu's hands immediately felt itchy, she quickly turned on the faucet to wash her hands, and then ran to the decadent man and asked him, "What are you drawing?"

"I haven't figured it out yet."

The decadent man glanced at her coldly, not understanding why she was running over to disturb him.

Zhu Wuwu snatched his paintbrush and waved the paper, like a robber.

The decadent man frowned: What kind of nerves does this woman have?

In less than five minutes, a rough wedding dress work was swept away.

This wedding sketch is designed in the shape of a cape, showing off the woman's right-angled shoulders and swan curves.

In just a few minutes, she has such drawing skills, could it be that she is a professional?

The decadent man couldn't help but look at her differently: "Are you a wedding dress designer?"

Soon, his doubts were answered.

"It was, it wasn't."

I wish you no worries about perfecting the details with a paintbrush, and you don't take your eyes off the drawing paper.

Sure enough, he guessed correctly.

The decadent man thinks quietly: What is the purpose of a talented designer who has to be reduced to baking bread in order to make a living? Could it be that she plagiarized other people's works and was ruthlessly removed from the industry?

Other than that, he couldn't think of anything else.

In the design industry, plagiarism is commonplace, but this kind of low-level behavior is also not tolerated by the industry.

However, looking at her anxious painting, it seems that she is still obsessed with wedding dress design.

The decadent man stood aside quietly for a few minutes with his long arms around his chest, and said coldly, "During work hours, you don't go to bake bread, what are you doing?"

"Itchy, I'll lend you a brush for another five minutes." Zhu Wuwu's eyes were very focused.

Belch......

The decadent man showed no mercy, snatched her paintbrush, and mocked: "What you shouldn't be obsessed with is less obsessed."

Something you shouldn't be obsessed with?

「……」

I wish Wuwu stayed in place for a while, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

Yes, the wedding dress design job she loved has now become something she shouldn't be obsessed with.

Everyone has obsessions, but they can't be obsessed.

Zhu Wuwu silently returned to the bakery to make bread, and his back was a little lonely.

The reason why Zhu Wuwu likes to design wedding dresses is because some people say that women in wedding dresses are the most beautiful.

The beauty of a woman is not only glamorous on the outside, but also a sense of contentment and happiness exuded from the inside out.

It's like wearing a wedding dress, they become the most beautiful bride in the world, and have the most beautiful happy marriage.

But who knows that although the white wedding dress is as beautiful as a fairy tale, when those hazy tulle are lifted, the fairy tale color will fade.

This is why the current Civil Affairs Bureau is crowded, and everyone is busy closing and leaving.

For so long, Zhu Wuwu almost forgot the existence of that name, and it would still be embarrassing to think about it.

There was once a man who took off her clothes and put on a wedding dress for her.

But the so-called past can never be returned.

Sometimes, like pearl oysters, people have to develop the ability to reshape wounds, transform the wounds of life, and make them beautiful pearls.

No matter what kind of experience, don't hesitate, don't be anxious, don't look back, until you are reborn.

Let go of the past, destroy and rebuild, only then will you meet a new self, and other good things will come as promised.

Zhu Wuwu took a deep breath and continued to meet.

*

A few days later, the world-renowned bridal design exhibition NEFASION Bridal Week was held in London as scheduled.

Mo Sihan, who came in the dust, couldn't wait for the person he wanted to wait, if memory serves, this is the third time in three months.

There seemed to be a dark cloud on Mo Sihan's head, and the gloomy aura on his face was obvious.

R Jie patted Mo Sihan on the shoulder and comforted him with kind words: "Si Han, I don't know what to say to you, she may not have seen the news about this wedding show."

"Is she not seeing, or is she pretending not to see?" Mo Sihan smiled bitterly unnaturally, and his mouth suddenly felt as bitter as eating a yellow lotus.

R Jie sighed helplessly: "In the past, I wouldn't have believed that someone who loves wedding dress design as much as Zhu Wuwu would ruthlessly give up his career, but now I believe it."

Mo Sihan's face became even more gloomy: "I wish you no worries, you are really a ruthless woman!"

If this continues, Mo Sihan doesn't know if he will continue to participate in such meaningless activities?

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

He flew half the world just to find clues about her, but he returned every time.

Even if there was even the slightest bit of worry-free news, he would not be disappointed.

The overwhelming sense of loss surrounded Mo Sihan layer by layer, and his heart had long been on the verge of collapse and shouted loudly:

Good luck worry, can you stop avoiding me? I really don't know if I'll be able to withstand this repeated torture.

Good luck, is our daughter okay? Is she well-behaved by your side? Are you tired of raising her alone?

He wanted to tell her: In the 278 days without your news, I didn't have a good life, very bad.

Good luck worry, will you come back to me soon?