It's not like Nan Chen has never seen famous scenes of fights. Many art students are militants, especially those who work in pop music. Which band member hasn't been so passionate about it?

As she walked downstairs, she recalled Sikong Yan's performance just now. The line should be changed to, "This land is mine. Who is in favor and who is against?"

Stepping out of the clouds, the world is still peaceful and beautiful.

At this moment, a white dress in the cold wind under the night sky jumped into her sight.

Ying Shiyao stood beside a black car with her hair disheveled, tapping on the car window.

The night wind carried her urgent and crying voice, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.

Then, the car actually drove away.

Her hand pulling toward the car door fell free, and she stumbled forward. Her messy long hair and white skirt blended into a broken beauty, which resembled the shape of a smashed crystal in a private room.

That was Sikong Yan's car. A sneer appeared on Nan Chen's lips. It seemed that this innocent poem would soon be abandoned by the scumbag.

Maybe I am his new love?

Nan Chen took out his cell phone and pressed the power off button.

She didn't go home that night and stayed in the hotel overnight. When she turned on her phone early in the morning, she received two messages from Sikong Yan:

You are not in Lanqin.

Lie to me again.

There was a missed call, also from him, almost at the same time as the text message. Then, there were no more messages.

It is estimated that Ying Shiyao was so stimulated that she no longer bothered to file a complaint against her. When Nanchen went to work again the next day, HR gave her a new task as if nothing happened yesterday.

The grand ceremony designed this time was bigger than a birthday party, and it was a large-scale confession scene for a certain gentleman.

In order to ensure customer privacy, the information given cannot be more concise.

The requirements are the same as none, which highlights the deep affection of customers and their willingness to do anything.

Are you so determined? I guess it will fail... Nan Chen curled his lips secretly, often one-sided love that goes through fire and water does not bring good results.

When she mentioned the word confession, she inexplicably thought of Sikong Yan. Had he ever confessed to his dear brother, and how? Thinking about it, she actually became very curious about this man named Sikong Yun.

Huh? Yunshang? She suddenly realized it with hindsight.

Isn’t this show just what Sikongyan said...

Isn't it him who is deeply affectionate and loyal, and will do whatever it takes?

But then I thought about it, a sultry player like Sikong Yan would never be so high-profile, let alone the boss here. So, when the idea came, I designed it based on him.

Her cell phone was still turned off, just to prevent him from finding her anywhere, but in fact, she was lurking next to him.

This made her feel very excited, and she had the urge to change her WeChat name to 007.

Once she got into work, Nan Chen was focused without any distractions, and her thoughts were flowing. Because she was modeling the entire lobby, the composition was much more complex and systematic. She continued painting until around four in the morning, and then left exhausted.

She didn't know if Sikongyan came to Yunshang today, but before stepping out of the splendid door, she couldn't help but look back.

What catches the eye is the city's most extravagant and revelry.

She still didn't go home. As soon as she arrived at the hotel, she received a bank deposit message, which was today's reward.

She threw herself into the soft big bed, so tired that she didn't even have the energy to take a shower.

Staring straight at the ceiling, Sikong Yan suddenly came to mind again. Did the design drawings be sent to him for personal review? What was he doing at the moment? Humph, he probably slept with someone in his arms. She speculated maliciously, but

Deep down in her heart, she hoped that his car would be waiting at her door.

As if something suddenly occurred to her, she took out her phone from her bag and turned it on. It was empty for a while, with not a single message. She accidentally clicked on Sikongyan's Moments, and it was the news posted a few days ago.

She bitterly shut down her phone again, pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep.

She had to admire Yun Shang's work efficiency. When she entered the club on time at five o'clock in the afternoon, she couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of her.

Dreams shine into reality.

White clouds floated above the lobby, which was more than ten meters high, swaying freely.

A Ferris wheel stands on the ground, shining with bright starlight, like the light of Sikong Yan's tail ring.

Cloud-like white petals were falling on the ground, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

According to her design, the Ferris wheel can rotate. When the small star-shaped house reaches the highest point, the structural mechanism will be triggered and wishing candies will fall down.

She adjusted her glasses, raised the corners of her lips, and raised her head to look at the threads fixing the clouds above. The effect was good. At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision. She looked sideways. Sikong Yan was standing in the corridor on the third floor, leaning against

Looking at the fence, looking at the clouds suspended in the sky, his handsome face remained calm.

He is wearing a black suit, but it is not as business-like as in the past, and the style is more casual. He is tall, with slender legs, a light expression, and a quiet and elegant temperament. It is difficult to associate him with someone who broke the wrist of a gangster.

As if he sensed that someone was looking at him, his long, dark eyes glanced downwards.

Nan Chen hurriedly looked away, and HR happened to be passing by. She grabbed her and suddenly started discussing work.

HR was smiling, not as official as before. She casually glanced upstairs and lowered her voice, "Mr. Yan is very satisfied with your design. Keep up the good work."

Can he be dissatisfied? This is what he wants from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, another black figure walked up to Sikong Yan, about the same height as him. The two stood side by side, looking at the clouds.

Wu Yi grinned, "The designer I hired is pretty good."

Si Kongyan remained silent.

Wu Yi patted his shoulder and said, "Go in, Jiang Jiu's grandson has been waiting for a long time. Let him get out of here after we finish talking."

Then, the two of them turned around and walked into the private room behind them.

Nan Chen couldn't hear their conversation, but a trace of inexplicable disappointment overflowed from the bottom of his heart. It turned out that her disappearance had no impact on his life. It was like two planets that accidentally collided. After a brief friction, they returned to their respective states.

to your own track.

But soon, Nan Chen's little pretentiousness was shaken to pieces by the protagonist who appeared today.

I saw an extremely familiar person walking through the door. He was wearing a light gray trench coat, with a very cool plaid scarf hanging around his neck, and his handsome features and eyes were full of British temperament.

Su Yu! Isn't it...are these people crazy?

As if to tell her that she was right, Ru Zi'an walked in right after.

Nan Chen's jaw almost dropped to the floor. Young Master Su was no longer satisfied with the secret love mode and was about to come out.

She quickly stood next to a waiter, grabbed the tray from his hand, and covered half of her face, not to avoid being recognized, but to cover her eyes if necessary. She really couldn't see.

At this time, Ru Zi'an took out a...loudspeaker?

That's right, it's the style commonly used by scrap collectors, simple and bright.

Su Yu took the loudspeaker, his face filled with the heroic spirit of a soldier rushing to the battlefield. Then, he slowly raised his hand and put the loudspeaker to his mouth.

"Sikong Yan——"

A crackling sound full of retro feeling exploded in the huge club.

Nan Chen's head buzzed and he quickly supported the wall...

Why is the expression on the side of Ru Zi'an so calm? It's the kind of detachment after seeing big winds and waves. Could it be that they have rehearsed countless times?

"Sikong Yan——"

Su Yu shouted angrily, and the private room doors opened one after another, and heads popped out. They quickly gathered in front of the corridor, their expressions could be described as beaming.

"I know you're here! Come out! Sikong Yan——"

Finally, the only closed door opened, and Su Yu's dream lover walked out, but her face was as cold as ice...

Sikong Yan looked down at him condescendingly, his thin lips pursed into a thin line, his night eyes as cold as water.

The moment he appeared, Su Yu's hands shook, but he immediately regained himself. He continued to hold up the loudspeaker, staring at Sikong Yan without blinking, catching his gaze, as if just blinking, courage

It will quickly dry up like a punctured ball.

"Sikong Yan, I'm here to confess to you today!"

The whole place was in an uproar, with a flurry of comments rising and falling towards the fermenting foam.

Even Wu Yi and his rival Jiang Jiu, who were standing next to Sikong Yan, looked confused...

Jiang Jiu seemed to have caught his pigtails and grinned. He had a handsome face, and a scar on his left eyebrow bone added nine points of evil aura to him.

"Third Master, you are playing very wildly."

Sikong Yan gave him a glare in return, withdrew his gaze from Su Yu's face, turned around and walked into the private room.

"Sikong Yan! Stop!"

Su Yu was emotional and his voice was trembling, "I have liked you for so many years, but you are not even willing to smile at me? I gave you my entire youth!"

The scene was in an uproar again, it was boiling!

Sikong Yan's steps paused slightly, and just when everyone thought there was going to be a turn for the better, that indifferent figure disappeared from sight without hesitation.

Su Yu looked straight at the place where he had just stood, his eyes red.

The loudspeaker clicked, slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, emitting a slight echo, like a response to his passionate youth.
To be continued...