Xi Quan searched for half a day before finding his wife. He leaned against the pillar alone, pinching the empty cup and looking up at the ceiling.

He asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Han came back to his senses and shook his head.

Xi Quan reached out.

Yan Han looked at it and raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Her husband looked confused: "Why are you going to socialize with me?"

"oh."

He walked to the inner court with his hands in his arms. When Yan Han saw people, he took a sip of wine, and then stood next to him, barely speaking.

After a few round trips, Xi Quan finally confirmed that something was wrong with her, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yan Han shook his head.

It just so happened that Fang Hansheng and Yan Yunming came. She touched a glass and drank it all, but still didn't say anything.

After these two people deal with it, Yan Han received condolences from her husband again, "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the room upstairs to rest first. I will take you back when the show is over, or do you want to go back first?"

"No, it's okay."

"Aren't you uncomfortable being there alone just now?"

"No, I'm just thinking about something."

"Bad mood?"

She pulled her lips, looked at him, and touched the cup in her hand, "Yes." After the words, she drank it all in one gulp.

"What's wrong? What's going on at work?" He raised his eyebrows lightly.

Yan Han exhaled lightly and recited it over, "You don't understand."

Both of them returned to the wedding room at night.

Yan Han finished washing up at 11 o'clock, but he was not asleep at twelve o'clock. After opening his eyes until two o'clock in the morning, he figured out some things. She went downstairs to the bar and took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

After drinking alone for ten minutes, she took out her phone and opened WeChat, [Mr. You went to bed or not.]

You Yan quickly replied: [I am working hard for you, sleeping with a bird.]

Yan Han laughed, [I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow, thank you for the heroes of sixteer.]

It is displayed on the input there, and a one pops up later: [Come on. Why don’t you sleep in the middle of the night? Didn’t your husband go back with you tonight? Are you still lonely?]

Yan Han drank a sip of wine and curled up his red lips dyed by the red wine. [You don’t look at what time it’s time for sisters now.]

[Haha, isn’t it a good time for my husband to hold him in his arms?]

Yan Han smiled, [I think it is better to do a career appropriately, but it is not OK for a woman to have no career.]

You Yan: [That's amazing, then did you suddenly get inspiration in the middle of the night? So you abandoned your husband?]

【Hmm. The matters about Paris Studios are on the agenda.】

You Yan: [??? Didn’t you say that in two years? Precipitate.]

[I have this capital, there is no need, pressure is the motivation.]

[Did you leave the house after divorce?]

【…】

[Otherwise, what kind of pressure is there? Once the studio in Paris is opened, you will be unable to stay in Taipei City. How can you flirt with your husband?]

[It is probably difficult to get involved. I should do a good job in my career for the rest of my life. No one can rely on me, and it is safest to rely on myself.]

[Why did you suddenly say this tonight?]

[Well... Except for my father, no one in the Yan family treats me, the little daughter he gave birth to after he remarries, it's really up to me.]

[Don’t you still have Xi Quan? Why did you say this tonight??? Is there someone outside Xi Quan?]

[No, I suddenly realized, You Yan, how can a couple have feelings for marriage?]

【So, give up?】

【almost.】

Yan Han poured wine and drank it sip after sip.

You Yan sent me, [Then even if you get divorced, you won’t be too miserable with your father. You are his heartfelt."]

Yan Han exhale and type: [You know that he is in poor health. My mother, if my father is not good, her very Buddhist character will definitely leave Beijing City by then, and I will be the only one left.]

[Where is Yan Yunming? He doesn't care about you? Just because he didn't love you because he was not born to a mother?]

[He loves me very much, and he can't avoid someone bullying me, but he will also see the interests in me, and his eyes are not pure.]

【After all, it's not my biological family.】

Yan Han pulled his lips and looked at the bottle of red wine. After a while, she drank half of the bottle.

At this time, the phone flicked again, thinking that it was her sister, but when I saw that it was no, it was a new friend's request.

Yan Han clicked in, and the notes showed: Fang Hansheng.

In fact, there is no need to note, the boss’s WeChat name is Fang Hansheng.

Yan Han clicked and passed.

The person who added her didn't expect that she could pass immediately in the middle of the night. She was a little confused, [Ms. Yan? Haven't rest yet?]

Yan Han held his chin and looked at the phone on the table, smiled slightly, [Not yet. Why is Mr. Fang not too early?]

Fang Hansheng had just had enough fun in the venue and was about to go home. He sat in the car and watched the sentence he came back, and immediately said: [I'm going to go back, what about socializing.]

Yan Han, [I’m sorry for what happened a while ago.]

[What are you talking about? How many people make trouble in this kind of occasion a day? Besides, you didn’t make trouble for me.] Fang Hansheng went back quickly.

After reading it, Yan Han took another sip of wine, but he didn't know what to say next.

Fortunately, Fang Hansheng sent it, [I originally wanted to ask Miss Yan to thank me tonight, but I never had a chance.]

Yan Han: [No, I apologize, Mr. Fang, please be welcome.]

【It's really too late to be polite.】

Yan Han smiled and raised his head to drink.

Fang Hansheng got home and walked with his cell phone while walking, [Why haven't you rested yet? The designers stayed up late to create?]

Yan Han's mind turned around and he really felt that he was inspiring. Drinking was really confused and inspired his thinking. [I'm drinking, well, I'm going to work overtime.]

[Drinking?] The person who had just finished drinking stood up inexplicably, [Where are you drinking? With friends?]

【No, I drink it myself.】

Fang Hansheng thought about how many times she wanted to find her tonight, but she was always by Xi Quan's side, with faint eyebrows and eyes, as if she was in a bad mood; she also thought about Yan Yunming's words, Xi Quan did not love her... Then, were the two quarreled?

Fang Hansheng asked: [Why did Miss Yan drink alone in the middle of the night? She was in a bad mood?]

Yan Han stared at this sentence and was silently enlightened.

Fang Hansheng: [Where are you?]

Yan Han sighed, it’s really good for any man to compete with the seat. Is he so good at caring about people?

She replied, [It's okay, I'll go overtime after drinking for a while. Let's do it first, bye.]

She put down her cell phone, lowered her head to pour wine, and gradually drank a bottle of wine alone.

Finally, he jumped off his high chair and staggered upstairs. In the room, Mr. Shi fell asleep quietly in the luminous light.

Yan Han went to the bed and threw down his cell phone. He pulled the quilt for him in a daze. He touched the iPad on the bedside table, held it in his arms, walked out and went upstairs.

At three o'clock in the morning, the transparent ceiling was opened and the sky was filled with stars poured into the room.

Yan Han sat at the desk with a paintbrush in his hand, and the inspiration was really good.

Going to open a studio in Paris was originally a dream when studying, but I just wanted to settle down before. After all, my life is pretty good now, so there is no need to be too anxious about my career. But now I suddenly feel that... my life is not really good.

Then why don’t she be busy with her own work? She may not feel very sad if she can’t get into Xi Quan after she has a good job, and she doesn’t have time to feel sad.

When I painted it at four o'clock in the morning, the stars finally dimmed a little.

Xi Quan was woken up by the phone in the bedroom. He was confused and heard a few ringtones. He found that it was not his own. He turned over and continued to sleep.

But the phone continued to ring, and he couldn't sleep, "Yan Han."

No movement.

He continued to close his eyes and shout, "Yan Han, cell phone."

No sound.

He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "Hanhan." The bed was empty.

Xi Quan was stunned and lifted the quilt.
To be continued...