Following.

The light of day is dawning, and the morning light is slightly dewed.

Ye Lanxi woke up slowly, took away the flat plate that was wandering on the quilt, lifted the quilt and turned over and got out of bed, and stepped into the bathroom with slippers to wash up.

After changing his clothes, he sat down in front of the delicate carved mirror dressing table in the room, and simply put on a light makeup for himself that showed his vitality.

Today, it's Saturday.

Although there is no class today, she still plans to have breakfast later and go to her design studio to have a look.

So, after having breakfast with Ye's father and Ye's mother at home, she went out with her bag, drove her cheap car, and came to the building where her Xiaopo design studio was located.

After driving the car into the parking lot of the building, she grabbed her mobile phone, carried her bag, got out of the car, and walked in the direction of the elevator entrance.

I looked up inadvertently and saw the elevator door slowly closing not far in front of me.

Through the narrowing gap in the elevator door, she seemed to see a familiar back.

"Fu Jing'an?"

She rubbed her eyes and looked closer, only to find that the elevator doors were completely closed.

And she had already walked to the elevator door at this time, so she had to wait for the next trip.

She pressed the elevator down to wait for the case, staring at the floor display button of the elevator casually, and found that the elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and then slowly descended the floor.

"Eighth Floor ......"

The eighth floor happens to be the floor where her design studio is located.

Just now, did she see it wrong, the familiar back in the elevator just now, was it Fu Jing'an?

Could it be him?

"Ye Lanxi, what do you want, early in the morning, cranky, don't think about him......"

She laughed so secretly in her heart, pursed her lips, and pinched her cheek.

Hehe, over the years, she has always thought of him from time to time......

No matter how much time has passed, as long as "Fu Jing'an" is mentioned, she always unconsciously echoes his figure.

That young man......

He had amazed time and disturbed her heart.

With a "ding", the elevator door opens.

Ye Lanxi suddenly came back to her senses and stepped into the elevator with her feet raised.

In the elevator where she was alone, there was a faint smell of cologne, mixed with a ......

A familiar scent.

This smell.

Where did she seem, ever smell it?

Ye Lanxi wrinkled her nose and sniffed inside the elevator.

But perhaps it was too much time to remember, and for a moment, she couldn't remember where she had ever smelled the scent.

Only vaguely felt familiar.

......

Soon.

The elevator arrived, the eighth floor.

She stepped out of the elevator and down the hallway, heading towards where her design studio was located.

When she walked to the door of her design studio, she saw that a nearby studio had hung a sign that read "Do Not Disturb Private Studio".

She hadn't seen it yesterday.

To be exact, before today, for a long time, the studio was an empty rental table.

Rented out?

"Studio?"

Studio, Do Not Disturb......

Ye Lanxi shook her head, didn't think much about it, opened the door of her studio, walked in, and closed the door with her backhand.

In other words, her small studio is simply disorganized, with all kinds of manuscript paper and eraser pencils all over the floor.

This messy display does not match the cold temperament of her whole person at all.