Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

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

The corner of Wen Xun's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, okay, it's all his fault, he admitted it.

There was no one else in the room, and Shen Haochen didn't have the mood to continue working. He brushed the computer aside casually, and leaned lazily against the white wall behind him. He raised his eyebrows, and could vaguely see the blue-gray shadows under his eyelids caused by lack of sleep.

Unknowingly, drowsiness came from it, and before he fell into a coma, the slim figure of a woman appeared in his mind again, and the dazzling smile bloomed only for him.

He could hear his own voice, Yan Qingyao, you can only be mine in this life, you belong to me, no matter whether you really lose your memory or not, don't even try to run away from me at any time.

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

The assistant gave her a worried look, and said, "Master Winter locked himself in the room all day, and I don't know exactly where it is now."

But there was one thing she didn't say, that is, in the past few days, there was always a noisy sound in the room, as if the people inside were constantly smashing things.

Hearing this, Yan Qingyao frowned, but did not continue to embarrass her.

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

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

The assistant muttered for a while, and said again: "Director Meng, your body has just recovered, you should rest more."

She was really worried. A few days ago, Yan Qingyao was ill and didn't come to the company. Many official duties were delayed. If there was another accident, she would definitely be busy.

Just as Yan Qingyao was about to say that she was fine, her throat felt a little itchy, and she coughed uncontrollably. Seeing this, she could only flexibly say, "Well, I understand. I will take care of myself, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, she got up, pointed to the somewhat messy desktop and said, "Clean it up, I'll go and see Winter."

The assistant nodded in response.

Walking along the road to the quiet independent design room, just in time to hear the movement coming from the room and the man's suppressed voice, Yan Qingyao immediately frowned and knocked on the door.

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

Yan Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, and replied calmly, "It's me."

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

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

"You..." Seeing the man's tired face and tense nerves, Yan Qingyao couldn't help being a little dazed.

She glanced at the situation in the room with her head, and after only one glance, she was shocked again and couldn't speak. She still remembered that the design room was full of artistic atmosphere when it was first cleaned up, and the interior decoration was also clean and tidy.

But this meeting looked messy, the table was full of messy waste paper, and the chairs were crooked and fell on the ground.

Winter noticed her eyes, thought she was disgusted with the mess in the house, exhaled foul breath, lowered his head, and said sullenly, "Sorry, I'll clean it up later."

Yan Qingyao turned her face to look at him, without squinting, her eyes were clear: "This is your studio, so you don't need to apologize to me, but I personally suggest that a clean environment seems to be easier to create inspiration."

She would be restless in a messy room anyway.

I don't know which aspect of her words touched Winter's delicate mind, he suddenly rubbed his already messy hair violently, his eyes dodged, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

After spending a few days with him, Yan Qingyao knew his temper well, so she didn't rush her, and waited for him to speak out.

Winter put down his hands decadently, his voice slightly hoarse: "Meng Xuan, I might be sorry for your importance."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned a little red, and it was said that men do not shed tears lightly, but it was just that they hadn't reached the point of sadness.

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

She believed in her own vision, and also believed in Winter's character, he would not say such a sentence for no reason.

Winter looked down at his hands, his eyes flickered, and his voice was fragile: "I, I can no longer design any works."

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

If this continues, how will he clear his reputation?

As if thinking of those people's spurned faces, Winter's mood gradually became depressed, the hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly into fists, and his body trembled slightly.

A woman's slight sigh came from next to her ear, Yan Qingyao slowly put her hand on his thin shoulder and patted it.

After he raised his empty and hopeless eyes, the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Don't define yourself so early, the Winter in my impression never lacks confidence, standing under the lights is the most dazzling existence."

Winter smiled wryly, what she said was so true, that is, the once high-spirited self was betrayed by the villain precisely because he was too proud and complacent, and took away everything that originally belonged to him.

Yan Qingyao walked around him, stepped into the room, bent down to pick up the discarded paper on the ground, and slowly pushed it away. The chaotic lines on it showed the owner's exhaustion.

The air in the room is not circulating, but after a while, I feel a little suffocated, Yan Qingyao understands, no wonder Winter can't create.

If it goes on like this, no matter how good a designer is, he will be killed in the cradle.

Thinking of this, she suddenly came up with a novel idea.

Immediately turned around, walked to Winter's side calmly, took his hand and ran.

"Meng, Meng Xuan, where are you taking me?" Winter stared at the almost perfect profile of the woman in front of her, and felt the wind blowing from her ear, feeling inexplicably cold.

Has he been given up?

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

Although she didn't know where she was going to be taken, there was a voice in her heart that she would not harm him.

The safe passage was right in front of him, and Winter seemed to have a heel under his feet, unable to move any more. He asked the question: "Meng Xuan, what did you bring me here for?"

Yan Qingyao raised her eyebrows: "Climb the stairs."

Winter: Did he hear correctly, the company has elevators on every floor, but she asked him to climb the stairs?

Soon, Yan Qingyao resolved his doubts: "Don't worry, I won't let you climb by yourself, I'll accompany you too, come or not?"

Winter frowned, stared at her for a while, confirmed that she was not joking again, and then nodded helplessly: "You have said that, how dare I refuse, after all, you gave me the chance to be reborn."

Even if she made a more excessive request, he did not doubt that he would agree without hesitation.