After rebirth, my domineering husband only loves me

Shi Nian glanced at Weibo, muted his phone, and started working with peace of mind.

At the same time, Lu Jingyan's cell phone rang where it was placed on the table.

Hearing the sound, he stopped what he was doing, picked up the phone on the table and clicked it.

When he saw the content, the corners of his lips raised high.

He looked up and saw her typing away on her notebook.

He also picked up his phone and took a photo.

Posted a Weibo post.

Caption: [Liking is just the beginning, loving you will never end. ]

And also @Shi Nian’s Weibo account.

Lu Jingyan glanced at the person not far away again before putting down his phone and continuing to work.

Shi Nian plans to resign and start his own brand after increasing the popularity of Lu's clothing.

Just wanting to set up a clothing brand is not as easy as imagined.

She and her sister can definitely handle the clothing design in the early stage, but we still need someone who can run it.

I didn’t see QUEEN’s designer yesterday either.

It would be really great to poach him.

There is also the location of the studio, the initial investment budget, etc...

She wants to do private customization.

Let everyone have their own clothes, and no longer have to worry about the embarrassment of matching clothes with others.

It is often said: It is not scary to wear matching clothes, whoever is ugly will be embarrassed.

Every woman hopes that what she owns is unique, especially rich ladies.

I always hope that I am different in the eyes of others.

Although many well-known high-end brands now have limited sales, it still cannot avoid the possibility of rich ladies wearing matching clothes.

After these few months of observation, Shi Nian discovered that the worst thing about Rongcheng was Mrs. Kuo.

Although some people have done personal customization, most of them have not done it yet.

She also took the time to research it during working hours, mainly because their customized styles were not novel enough and did not highlight the customer's own advantages.

So those people customize it once and there is no follow-up.

High rents, wages, and other expenses forced them to cut their losses in time.

Shi Nian has already thought about holding a party when the brand is established and inviting the wealthy businessmen in Rongcheng to attend.

She is not afraid that she will not be famous when the time comes.

She has already decided on the fabric and will use her own. In a few days, she will go to her brother to discuss how to cooperate.

Now we have to register a clothing brand first, and where is the best place to open a studio.

There are no spaces left in places with a lot of traffic.

This is what troubles her the most, the other problems are not that difficult.

Maybe there will be a good location then.

Write down the plan first, and plan it step by step later.

……

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Sheng Yan'er woke up from bed.

"hiss……"

Why does your head hurt so much?

Her consciousness gradually returned, and by the way, she went drinking with her brother last night.

Did she get drunk later? ? ?

She also said she wanted to ask that person for Mrs. Lu’s contact information, this...

She stretched out her hand and hit her head. This was really a mistake caused by drinking.

Also, she didn't leave any bad impression on him last night, right?

She quickly got up from the bed, washed briefly, and ran to the living room.

Sheng Jingren was not seen. When she was about to go to his room to find him, she saw him talking on the phone on the balcony.

Sheng Yan'er went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and sat down on the sofa.

After Sheng Jing answered the phone, he turned around and saw the person lying on the sofa.

"Are you awake? Does the wine taste good?"

For Sheng Yan'er, the wine last night was indeed quite delicious.

Sheng Yan'er sat up from the sofa and said tentatively: "Brother, was I drunk last night?"

"No, I was so drunk that I didn't even let go of someone's arm."

Sheng Jing came to sit next to her as he spoke.

"What did you say?"

Sheng Jing tilted his head, looked at her without blinking, and said word by word: "What did I say? If I said you can't drink, don't drink. Don't make a fool of yourself outside and embarrass your brother."

After saying that, Sheng Yan'er punched him in the back, "Did you say that? Aren't you here? I can drink too much because you didn't take good care of me."

Sheng Jing was speechless, "Yes, yes... you are right."

Sheng Yaner asked again: "Brother, do I really hold on to brother Zhixing and never let go?"

Sheng Jing flicked her forehead, "Then there's no point. I just went to the bathroom and you got so crazy. You even scared my brother."

When Sheng Yan'er heard this, the expression in her eyes dimmed a bit, and she still felt a little bit disappointed in her heart.

She changed the subject and said, "Brother, who did you just call?"

"Chu Zhixing, originally I planned to tell him last night and let him talk to Mr. Lu, and we would find time to talk."

"As a result, I didn't have time to speak after you made such a fuss."

Sheng Yaner felt a little guilty, "Then you just called him to ask for help?"

"Yeah, I told him."

Sheng Yaner held Sheng Jing's arms with both hands, "Brother, please push Brother Zhixing's WeChat account to me, and I will apologize to him."

When she said this, her eyes flickered several times, for fear that Sheng Jing would discover her little thoughts.

Sheng Jing refused, "No, I just told you that he doesn't mind, so you can rest assured."

"He also said that part of the reason why you were drunk was because he shouted that he drank too much."

"How can I blame him? It was obviously me who drank too much."

"Why are you dawdling? Push his WeChat account to me and I will explain it to him clearly."

When Sheng Yan'er saw that he was not moving, she reached out and grabbed the phone from his hand, pressed the power button, facial recognition, opened WeChat, first found Chu Zhixing's name, and directly clicked on the share business card.

Sheng Jing just watched her finish all this in one go.

Sheng Yaner threw her phone to him.

He walked to his bedroom with great interest.

Sheng Jing's roaring voice sounded behind her: "Sheng Yan'er, why do you insist on his WeChat account? Don't even think about torturing my brother."

Sheng Yaner really wanted to go back and punch him twice.

Why did she poison his brother?

Forget it, it’s important to add WeChat now.

Too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Sheng Yan'er, you will be going to school soon. Have you finished your summer homework?"

Sheng Jing's voice was cut off by the bang of the door closing.

Sheng Yaner found her phone, clicked on WeChat, and saw that his WeChat name only had a big C, and his WeChat profile picture was a dim wall lamp.

Looking at this portrait, she felt an indescribable feeling.

She clicked Add Friend.

Chu Bowei was hospitalized in the past two days, and Chu Zhixing came over to the Chu Group to handle some important documents for him.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang. He put down the file and picked it up to take a look.

Seeing that someone had added him, he wouldn't have bothered to look at it before.

But today he accidentally clicked on the address book and saw a girl's profile picture with the note Sheng Yan'er on it.

"Sheng Yan'er? Who?"

Suddenly, he was sitting upright, Sheng Jing's sister.

Why did she join him?

Although he had doubts, he still agreed.

Soon a message popped up on his WeChat box, "Brother Zhixing, hello, I am Sheng Yan'er."

Chu Zhixing: Hello.

Sheng Yaner: I'm sorry, I drank too much last night. Brother Zhixing, I didn't do anything extraordinary, right?

She suddenly remembered that she hugged him last night and her lips touched his chin.

He suddenly felt that the place where he was touched was on fire.

Chu Zhixing picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip before replying: No, it's okay.

Sheng Yan'er looked at the message he sent back. She didn't know what to reply to, so she sent it a smiley face.

As expected, he didn't reply.