President's husband

Because for her, being able to stay by his side is a gift in itself...

If... when he decides to marry Sister Weiwei, he still doesn't want to let her go, then she has made the same mistakes as his mother and became a mistress who affects the happiness of other people's families.

How could she let the tragedy of the previous generation repeat itself among them again.

She didn't want... Even his children would hate her in the future.

Qin Niange sniffed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, brushed the pair of delicate wedding shoes on the notebook, and turned back gently.

In this sketchbook, apart from Li Mingyi's portrait, the most drawn ones are all kinds of shoes.

Qin Niange's ideal is to be a qualified shoe designer.

And the reason why she would establish this ideal is very simple, that is because the main business of Zhan's Group is to deal in luxury footwear.

Taking his career as his lifelong ideal, maybe it's just a girl who is too dreamy.

However, after getting in touch with the design secretly, Qin Niange discovered that he really liked the feeling of the nib flying under his hand.

And every time I immerse my thoughts in the design, the ideas in my mind will often emerge continuously.

Maybe... maybe she really has a destiny with these elf-like cute shoes.

But now, looking at the pairs of unique and exquisite shoes in the notebook, Qin Niange's mood finally seems to have improved a lot.

Qin Niange turned to the last page of the book, and filled in a few strokes on a pair of unfinished stiletto sandals. Those shoes, which were only in prototype, seemed to be endowed with charm in an instant, as if two wings were about to fly. Butterflies only stay on this white page for a while.

Putting down the pen, Qin Niange raised the notebook, carefully looked at the pair of sandals by the light, the corners of her lips finally curled up quietly, and at this moment, she suddenly heard a soft creaking sound from behind, as if the sandals were The door leading to the cloakroom was opened.

She quickly put down the notebook, turned her head and looked behind in panic, and sure enough, Li Mingyi, who had long since disappeared, suddenly appeared by the door, holding a cup of hot water dense with mist in her hand.

Seeing her panic, Li Mingyi didn't react too much, just rolled his eyes lazily, and then said to her: "Woke up so early, is it because you don't want me to leave?"

Hearing his words, Qin Niange's cheeks turned red.

She shook her head in panic, but didn't know how to answer.

For this topic, no matter how she responded, it seemed inappropriate.

In desperation, she could only speak submissively: "Well... it's almost dawn, be careful that sister Weiwei won't see you when she wakes up, she will be suspicious."

Hearing the mention of Su Zhiwei, Li Mingyi's face suddenly dropped again, and he said lividly, "What? She was so enthusiastic last night that she wouldn't be afraid to wake up, but now she feels guilty?"

Qin Niange's cheeks turned pale, and his lips trembled: "I...I didn't..."

"Nothing? No enthusiasm or no guilt?" Li Mingyi snorted coldly, lowered his head and took a sip of the hot water in his hand, raised his head, and licked his lips lightly on purpose, as if reminding her of last night Memories between the two.

Qin Niange's heart trembled, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

Because she knew that no matter what she said, he could deliberately drag it to other places.

Facing his unreasonable troubles, it seems that only silence is the best way.

But her silence did not please Li Mingyi, he snorted coldly, walked to the desk, and handed the water glass to Qin Niange's lips arrogantly.