e kitchen. She walked up to him, hugged his waist from behind... 。"What's wrong" "Nothing, I just feel like you're being too good to me." 。Of course, you're my baby, a person I can't live without in...Those who had just spoken all fell silent, their faces flushed. Li Xiaoyin could finally wait quietly for the number.

She stroked her belly, where the little life inside was completely undetectable, and whispered softly: "I'm sorry, child. You're not here yet. Mom will come back for you later, okay"

An Xiaonuan, who received the text message, didn't pay much attention to Li Xiaoyin's simple two words. Thinking about her recent situation, she replied: "It's okay, everything will be fine."

Li Xiaoyin saw this text message before going into the operating room.

Glancing out the window at the flourishing scene, she murmured to herself, “Yes, everything will get better.”

She believes!

……

Kōng Míng has been unusually irritable these days.

The fact that her mother and brother had run off to Longcheng already made her uneasy, but what troubled her even more was that she had received an olive branch from a rival company.

During her lunch break, she could finally sit in the cafe downstairs and have a good rest.

She had only just taken half a sip when she saw the man again.

For some reason, she kept seeing this man frequently these days.

Especially during lunch break.

He always sat across from her and drank the same coffee as her.

His strikingly handsome features made him seem to leap out of the coffee shop.

As a designer, she naturally gravitated towards beautiful things, which led to her paying more attention to this man than others.

She found that this man always had a melancholy air about him, but it would dissipate somewhat when he saw her.

And this man only drinks half of his coffee every time, and he doesn't drink the other half. Also, he really likes to eat dessert.

She really enjoys observing, as it allows her to see many details that others might miss and inspires her creativity more.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior, so when she saw the man walking towards her, she was still quite surprised.

"Ma'am, I see you've been observing me for days now. How is it Are you satisfied" The man crossed his arms, resting his chin on his hands, sitting opposite Kong Ming.

From afar, Kong Mingming thought he was quite interesting. But up close, Kong Mingming found that there was nothing particularly special about him.

After spending a long time in the design circle, she had developed some immunity to people with good looks.

Then she honestly replied, "Well, it's alright."

But the man didn't believe that she was telling the truth.

He thought this was her answer after being reserved.

So he began to chat with Kong Mingming.

Kong Mingming found this man to be very talkative and romantic.

Although they only chatted for half an hour, he actually wanted to consider her a close friend What kind of social butterfly is this

But she still added him on WeChat in the end.

Beautiful things can also inspire designers, how could she possibly refuse such beautiful things

But she was chatting away merrily, while the person in the corner of the coffee shop grew increasingly darker in complexion.

Jia Hongda looked at Kong Mingming's back, and that man's face smiling like a flower, his eyes flashed a trace of anger.

But in a moment, he was back to normal.

Well, Kong Mingming is so emotionally inept that as long as the man doesn't confess his feelings, Kong Mingming treats them all like friends.

For example, him.

Thinking about his long journey of chasing his wife, Jia Hongda felt exhausted.

He felt uneasy, of course he wouldn't let the culprit feel comfortable either.

Then he smoothed his collar, settled the bill, and walked over to Kong Ming's table.

He tapped on her desk and then glanced at his watch, saying, "You're twenty-one minutes late. This month's attendance bonus is gone."

Kong Ming first glanced at the bony hand on the table, then shifted his gaze to the man's face.

Before she could even raise her head, the despicable man turned and walked away!

This Jia Hongda, is definitely still holding a grudge about this morning when she 'accidentally' stepped on his leather shoes!

That's so cheap!

But she also glanced at the time, it was indeed past the deadline.

The mood of appreciating beauty was completely gone. She paid the bill and left with a "Let's talk later," before rushing off to her company.

One man with a smile remained in his seat.

The man looked at Kong Ming's retreating figure, a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Here, while having coffee, An Xiaonuan was waiting for Ye Ziyue to finish her training class outside the classroom.

Sitting next to her was the single mother who had made such an impression on her last time.

She still remembers her standing before that teacher, a stern look on her face as she said “Good and evil will eventually be rewarded.”

The single mother apparently remembered her too, and simply greeted her briefly when she saw her.

"Mr. An, what a coincidence." Qiao Zhen looked at An Xiaonuan in front of her and smiled.

She often hangs out in the design circle and naturally knows about this designer-cum-CEO, a rising star.

An Xiaonuan shook her hand, a little surprised: "You shouldn't call me that, I feel embarrassed. I haven't even asked your name yet"

“My surname is Qiao, like the Qiao wood in the south. My given name is Zhen, as in pearl. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Zhen.” Qiao Zhen was already thirty years old, so it wasn’t taking advantage for An Xiaonuan to call her sister.

"Then I'll call you Sister Zhen. Sister Zhen, this cheongsam looks really good on you, even better than the last one you wore. Where did you buy it I'll go buy one too when I get back." An Xiaonuan had a deep impression of her, not just because of that moment when she spoke at the entrance of the interest class, but mostly because of her clothes and charisma, which is why she made such a strong impression on her.

"All of this I made myself. If you like it, I can take your measurements and make one for you later." Qiao Zhen said, touching the edge of her own clothes and saying, "This edging method is my own invention, no other shop has it."

She's not wrong, after all these years of making cheongsams, this finishing stitch is her signature.

Even the best craftsmanship, if ignored by people, is destined to fall into disrepair.

Qiaozhen thought about her current situation, and the smile on her face became a bit strained.

An Xiaonuan saw that she looked a bit haggard, so she politely declined her invitation and then asked, "Is Ms. Zhen also a designer"

She could tell that the person who made this cheongsam was very skilled, but even better, was the cut and attention to detail.

Unlike the traditional cheongsam's flamboyant patterns and stiff buttons, hers features a gentle color palette, with some unconventional button designs and unique small embellishments. To An Xiaonuan, it stands apart from traditional cheongsams, forming its own distinct style.

"I used to be a designer," Qiao Zhen said, her face filled with regret as she looked at the cheongsam she was wearing, gently touching the fabric with her hand. "Looking back now, that period of time was when I felt most at ease."

She whispered the next words, almost to herself. An Xiaonuan couldn't hear what she was saying, so she asked: "What did you say"an Yichen heard the sadness in Chou Linrui's voice, reaching out to pull her into his embrace. He gently patted her shoulders. 。"As for the past, I have forgotten it, and has your cold heart already...