My ex-husband was in so much pain after I left

"You? Change?"

Xiao Tuoran stared dumbfounded at the powder dumpling in front of him.

"Do you know how precious this manuscript is?"

"It's okay, you can draw again when the manuscript is gone." Yan Jiuli was quite open-minded: "I want to know how Xiao Baibai wants to change it."

With that said, she handed the manuscript and marker to Lu Zichen.

Lu Zichen didn't talk nonsense, rolled up his sleeves and drew quickly on the manuscript.

Xiao Tuoran looked at Yan Jiuli speechlessly: "You're the one who spoiled him."

Yan Jiuli smiled indifferently, the two children were her darlings, and Qiubai was especially smart. Many times, the five-year-old child seemed more decisive and courageous when making decisions that she couldn't make.

Just like Lu Shaoqin back then.

When she thought of that man, her heart ached again.

But Xiao Tuoran didn't notice the pale face of the person in front of him, he suddenly said: "Since that's the case, have you ever thought about giving them a complete home?"

"A complete home?"

Yan Jiuli was puzzled.

"Yes, Yan Xiaojiu, actually I..."

Xiao Tuoran looked at Yan Jiuli's pretty face and her beautiful eyes with a blank expression.

Can't help but want to get closer, and get closer.

"Actually, I already..."

"The drawing is finished." A drawing was inserted suddenly, between the two of them.

Xiao Tuoran was stunned for a moment, and immediately backed away blushing.

"Ah, so... beautiful!"

When his eyes flicked around and fixed on the design draft, he was instantly amazed.

With just a few strokes of color added, the already perfect design draft suddenly added a touch of exquisiteness.

Reached the realm of returning to nature!

Yan Jiuli couldn't help admiring.

At this time, Lu Zichen was about to speak with a smug face, when suddenly a hand pinched his face again.

"Why is our little Baibai so smart! What a genius among geniuses!"

"Don't call me Xiaobaibai!"

Lu Zichen couldn't bear it anymore and was about to lose his temper.

Seeing Xiao Tuoran sorting the drawings into a pile, he immediately said: "Okay, let's put the work aside for now, it's five o'clock soon, get ready and I'll take you to meet the organizer of this event."

Only then did Yan Jiuli remember the dinner he promised tonight.

She immediately let Dabao go, and said: "I'm going to a dinner party, and I'll be back before nine o'clock. You must stop running around by yourself, and wait for Mommy in the hotel, do you know?"

"understood."

Lu Zichen replied coolly.

Only then did Yan Jiuli leave with Xiao Tuoran at ease.

An hour later, Xiao Tuoran's angry Porsche stopped at the gate of a private estate.

"Wait for me in the garden in front, I'll stop the car, and I'll be there soon."

After driving to the fork in the road, Xiao Tuoran gave a banquet and Jiuli got out of the car first.

Yan Jiuli tidied up her wine-red dress, and walked inside with a decent smile.

The seaweed-like long hair is scattered on the snow-white skin on the shoulders. Under her confident posture, people can't help but feel excited.

The reception was very lively, and all the people present were very famous people in the fashion industry.

From international supermodels to film and television stars, there are also some young talents who are often active in financial magazines.

However, there were so many handsome men and beauties present, there were not many people like Yan Jiuli who made people unable to take their eyes off at a glance.

So even though Yan Jiuli just stood low-key in the corner, it still attracted the attention of many people.

"Let me guess, this is the cutting-edge designer who is well-known in the United States and has won multiple fashion competition awards—Miss Shirley?"

A tall, middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament came to Yan Jiuli holding champagne.

Yan Jiuli was slightly taken aback——

I am very low-key in country Z, and the fashion circle in country Z knows that I have less than ten people.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am an investor in this fashion design competition, and my name is Song Yi."

"Mr. Song, hello."

Yan Jiuli nodded and raised the wine glass in his hand at the same time.

The two briefly clinked glasses and each said a few polite words.

Song Yi wanted to pull Yan Jiuli to introduce her to other partners in this competition.

Yan Jiuli was helpless. Although she didn't like this kind of entertainment, it was the lifelong wish of her master Ken Edward to be able to participate in the ancient costume design competition of this Huashang Ceremony in Country Z.

As a native of country Z, she knows the cultural heritage of country Z best.

So the master begged her to represent himself in this competition.

So even though Yan Jiuli didn't want to come to F City, she still bit the bullet and came here for the sake of the master.

For this reason, she carefully prepared the design draft for half a year, and asked Xiao Tuoran to bring herself to the reception to get to know the organizer.

Because of this, she did not refuse Song Yi's invitation, and followed him to a small round table.

The five middle-aged men around the round table saw Song Yi bringing a slender beauty over, thinking it was a new model, their eyes lit up.

One of them raised a large glass of red wine and handed it to Yan Jiuli.

The meaning in those eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Yan Jiuli felt somewhat conflicted, not to mention that although her stomach cancer had been cured, her stomach was still extremely fragile, and she might get sick at any time.

So she shrugged off with a smile, and left after simply saying hello.

Unexpectedly, the boss who brought the wine was unwilling to let go, and said with a smirk: "You refuse me so directly, are you not giving me face?"

Boss Song, who brought Yan Jiuli here, was about to open his mouth to make a rescue, but saw that the boss who was delivering the wine suddenly pretended to be crazy with the wine, and grabbed Yan Jiuli's chest.

Yan Jiuli was startled, and raised his hand to throw the boss over his shoulder.

A hand suddenly grabbed the palm that the man stretched out.

"I will serve this lady for this glass of wine."

Yan Jiuli raised his head, but his heart was shocked.

Lu Shaoqin!
It was Lu Shaoqin!

Why is he here? ?
I saw that although he was talking to the boss who borrowed alcohol to commit murder, his eyes were fixed on Yan Jiuli's face.

The deep eyes were hidden in the shadows, and the expression could not be seen clearly.

"Miss Shirley's business is my business, don't bother Mr. Lu, this glass of wine, I can do it for you."

Suddenly, another hand stretched out and pressed on Lu Shaoqin's hand holding the wine glass.

When Lu Shaoqin turned his head, he saw a handsome and coquettish man with a black earring on one ear, looking at him with a smile.

As soon as the eyes of the two met, countless crackling sparks flashed out immediately.

"This……"

Song Yi is a little confused. What is the identity of Shirley's designer, so that Lu Shaoqin, the richest man in F City, and Xiao Tuoran, the new darling of the fashion circle, are competing to block wine for him?

Just when he was puzzled, and the boss who borrowed alcohol to commit crimes almost peed his pants.

Another gentle voice cut in.

"I wonder if I'm lucky enough to serve Miss Shirley for this glass of wine?"