Enduring the burning pain in his stomach, Song Huaishu slowly moved back to the bedroom.

After removing makeup, taking a bath, and completing the basic washing, Song Huaishu no longer had the strength to continue the complicated body care.

He slammed himself on the soft big bed, and fell into a deep sleep before he even had time to adjust his sleeping position.

The night was vast, and through the moonlight, the figure of the woman curled up on the bed was clearly visible.

Under the moonlight, the flickering cigarette in the hand of the man beside the bed emitted a faint firelight, and the faint flame ignited intermittently overlapped with the smoke spit out of the man's mouth, reflecting the man's cold side face.

The cigarette burned to the end, and a low sigh came from the man's mouth, and the man sat down on the edge of the bed.

Song Huaishu's abdomen, which had been burned by pain for an unknown amount of time, suddenly came from a familiar warm feeling, Song Huaishu sighed comfortably, and arched sideways towards the heat source.

The hand that was rubbing Song Huaishu's abdomen froze, Cheng Yi looked down at the woman who was sleeping in his arms, and suddenly raised his hand and pinched her cheek.

"A little unconscionable velvet is used to torturing people."

The person in his arms slept soundly, and no one heard Cheng Yi's whispering.

After Song Huaishu stopped frowning because of the pain, and Cheng Yi carefully helped Song Huaishu treat the wound on his foot, he left the bedroom with peace of mind.

The next day, the sun was warm, and when Song Huaishu woke up, the warm sunlight had already sprinkled all over the bedroom.

The burning pain in his stomach had disappeared, Song Huaishu got up and got out of bed, and the stinging pain in his heel was no longer yesterday.

Looking at the band-aid on her feet, Song Huaishu only thought that the maid had dealt with it after she rested, and after a simple wash, Song Huaishu took out his mobile phone and carefully looked at the photos sent by Jiang Yin.

The person in the photo is very old, his hair is gray, and his face is thin, but he does not hide a little kindness.

This is the old lady of the Shen family, Shen Miao, who has been a customer of her grandmother for decades.

Mrs. Shen and the deceased Mr. and Mrs. Shen have a deep relationship, and the two have been together for decades.

Secretary Song Huai got this kind-hearted old man, she once said that the skill of cheongsam needs to be inherited, and her Song Huaishu is very suitable.

It was precisely because of Mrs. Shen's words that Song Huaishu, who was only 18 years old at that time, made up his mind to embark on the road of cheongsam designer.

During the two-month period, there is no time to wait, Song Huaishu collected his thoughts, and immediately called the driver to pass on the memory.

As soon as I entered the door, the three girls were still guarding the empty studio, although it was a bit depressed, but it also looked young and energetic.

Song Huaishu summoned someone to bring the background color palette she used for color blending, and the dazzling colors were presented in front of him, and Song Huaishu took a fancy to the purple hibiscus in the ten thousand colors at a glance.

Old Madam Shen has been glorious and wealthy all her life, with her own noble purple, which is extremely contrasting, and the original not so solemn hibiscus purple has added a little more vitality.

The background color is set, and the next thing is to choose the fabric of the cheongsam, and the memory is currently very funded, and in terms of fabric selection, Song Huaishu directly set the expensive handmade Su Jin.

Next is the choice of placket, collar, sleeve, edge, buckle and other details, and by the time Song Huaishu set the primary, it was already very late......

Everyone else had left, Song Huaishu rubbed his sour eyes, picked up his handbag, and left the studio.

Tonight's Yiyuan is very quiet, and the dim living room faintly indicates that there is no one in this house.

After packing everything up, Song Huaishu lay on the bed and turned on her mobile phone to determine the choice of basic materials for the cheongsam with Jiang Yin.

In the mobile phone messages that Song Huaishu hadn't read for a day, in addition to the messages sent by her girlfriends who were far away abroad to share daily information, there were also messages from Cheng Yi.

"If you are on a business trip to country B, your return date is uncertain, don't make trouble for me."

Song Huaishu replied politely: "Okay, sir, pay attention to rest and go home as soon as possible." ”

It was nothing more than to prevent Cheng's father and Cheng's mother from asking, and the report information that was sent only then was sent by Song Huaishu, and she didn't think much about it.

The moon sets and the stars sink, the sun rises in the east, the scorching sun passes, and Jiangcheng enters the cool late autumn.

Song Huaishu's order for dragon and phoenix robes has come to an end, and Cheng Yi has also ended his trip abroad, and today is the day when Cheng Yi returns to China.

Outside the airport, Song Huaishu was dressed in a cheongsam, standing in a pavilion, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle, and when passengers in a hurry passed by her, they seemed to deliberately slow down and enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of them.

Song Huaishu stood there so quietly waiting for the plane, Cheng Yi only felt that his heart had been silent for a long time, and it seemed to start beating again, seeing Song Huaishu, Cheng Yi's pace unconsciously accelerated.

"Sir, is the trip to country B going well?" Song Huaishu saw Cheng Yi who was hurrying towards her.

Cheng Yi in front of him, looking slightly tired, the stubble on his face grew wantonly, messy as if it had not been repaired for a long time, Song Huaishu stretched out her delicate hand to brush the dust on Cheng Yi's clothes.

Song Huaishu's gentle appearance at this time was like a wife who had been waiting for her husband to return home for a long time, looking warm and caring.

Song Huaishu's hand on Cheng Yi's shoulder was fair, slender, and cleanly trimmed, like Song Huaishu, gentle and dignified.

Cheng Yi suddenly reached out to hold Song Huaishu's hand, staring at the woman in front of him, with expectation and inquiry in his eyes, he said with concern: "I'm all right, what about you?"

Song Huaishu lowered her head and lowered her eyes, avoiding Cheng Yi's gaze, and with a little force, she withdrew her hand, and she said, "Mr. Lao is worried, I'm fine." ”

The temperature in his hand was lost, and Cheng Yi's hand slowly drooped, Cheng Yi looked at the woman in front of him whose eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, but who had a faint sense of alienation from herself, and when she wanted to reach her mouth, she was swallowed by Cheng Yi hard.

Cheng Yi didn't speak again, and the surroundings centered on the two seemed to fall silent.

Song Huaishu wondered why Cheng Yi was suddenly silent, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Cheng Yi's gaze at her was a little colder than ice.

Song Huaishu was very puzzled by this, Cheng Yi retracted his gaze, and the driver took his luggage into the car.

In the back seat of the luxurious car, the leather armrest box is like the Milky Way separating the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, so that the two people sitting separately seem so far away in the space that is obviously not spacious.

Even there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment in the air, until the car stopped at Yiyuan, Song Huaishu opened the door and got out of the car, but Cheng Yi suddenly said to the driver: "Turn around and go to the company." ”

The driver got the order, turned around and left, and the shiny body drew an arrogant arc in the sun, and disappeared from Song Huaishu's field of vision in an instant.

Song Huaishu retracted his gaze, but the mobile phone vibrated continuously at this time.

After seeing the content of the message, Song Huaishu didn't care about waiting for the driver to come back, and took a taxi directly on his mobile phone to pass on his memory.

Pushing open the door of memories, a low sobbing sound mixed with anxious accusations entered Song Huaishu's eardrums.

"Sister Huaishu, woo woo...... The big thing is not good, the buckle of the cheongsam is gone, what should we do, the agreed deadline is coming soon, if the contact person sends the fabric over and rushes to make it, it is too late! ”

"Sister Huaishu, it's all to blame on Chengcheng, if she wasn't careless, how could she lose the buckle!"

"I'm sorry, Sister Huaishu, I'm ...... I didn't mean to......"

There is only one day left before the delivery of this dragon and phoenix robe, and there is no extra loop in the studio, even if there is, plus the time of handwork, it will definitely not be able to catch up.

Song Huaishu's calm face also sank at this time, but at this time, it was obviously not the time to accuse her.......

Song Huaishu took out his mobile phone to contact the factory, but the reply he got was too late to send it.

There are no materials, there is not enough time, and the only way is to borrow from peers.

"Okay, don't talk about it anymore, I'll find a way now, and you can continue to contact and see if there are any nearby factories that can have suitable fabrics."

Song Huaishu picked up her handbag and went out, the noisy voice in her ears disappeared, and she calmed down a little.

opened the mobile phone to look at the cheongsam designer who was also in Jiangcheng, and the only thing I saw was a friend of classmate Xu Ran, lying in her list.

At this time, the anxious Song Huaishu couldn't care who it was, she clicked on the chat box and sent a message.

"Hello, I'm Song Huaishu, may I ask, are you still working in Jiangcheng?"

The other end replied quickly, only to reply coldly, "? ”

Song Huaishu didn't care about so much, and continued to consult: "Hello, I need some materials for the loop, may I ask, can I borrow a little from you, probably, I can return it to you tomorrow."

Almost instantly, Xu Ran replied to Song Huaishu's message: "Yes, but if you want, you can come and get it yourself." ”

Song Huaishu, who got a reply, immediately asked Xu Ran for the address and took a taxi to the other party's studio.

The car stopped on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, and what caught Song Huaishu's eyes was a studio in a high-rise building.

"Hello, this lady, may I ask, do you have an appointment?" Seeing Song Huaishu wearing a cheongsam, the little girl at the front desk got up and greeted her very warmly.

"Hello, I'm looking for designer Xu Ran."

probably understood that this business did not belong to her, so the little girl sat back at the front desk coldly and said: "Designer Xu Ran is in the second office on the left-hand side, you can find it yourself." ”