"It's hot?" Ye Lancheng finally finished his work. When he closed the computer, he glanced at An Zhisu and found that her cheeks were crimson, like freshly ripe cherries, and her skin was white and rosy, making people want to touch it.
A desire to touch.
"No, no." An Zhisu felt guilty and hurriedly hid his phone, fearing that Ye Lancheng would see what he was searching for.
Ye Lancheng's eyes were suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions. He said humbly: "We have everything at home, you just need to pack some important things."
An Zhisu nodded, hesitated and asked: "Ye Lancheng, can you promise me something?"
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng nodded slightly.
"I haven't even said anything yet." An Zhisu reminded him.
"You are my wife." Ye Lancheng gave her a five-word promise. Because you are my wife, I will agree to anything no matter what.
An Zhisu's heart warmed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his excessively white cheeks: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that before we get engaged, can we not let others know that we are married?"
"Yes, but my family knows that I received the certificate today, so they can't hide it." Ye Lancheng agreed directly.
"It doesn't matter to your family, just don't let outsiders know." An Zhisu breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Lancheng hummed: "How do you want me to cooperate with you in promoting your clothing brand? Just tell me when the time comes, and I will let the public relations department make a plan."
Hearing this, An Zhisu took a deep breath: "Ye Lancheng, thank you."
"Don't say these two words to me in the future. We don't need it between us. You just need to know that from today on, Ye Lancheng is your husband. Whoever bullies you, you will bully me back. Ye Lancheng's wife,
There is no need to tolerate anyone." Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice was full of domineering and defensive words.
An Zhisu laughed, and she remembered what Ye Lancheng had said before, that if she married him, she could leave City S.
An Zhisu had a beautiful smile, and Ye Lancheng looked at her smile with a rare curve in the corner of his mouth.
The car drove directly to the downstairs of the apartment today. An Zhisu originally asked Ye Lancheng to wait in the car, but Ye Lancheng insisted on going with her, so she had to lead Ye Lancheng upstairs together.
Song Jiaren's home is not very big, with three bedrooms and one living room, with a total of just over 100 square meters. Song Jiaren bought it after returning to S City after graduation. At that time, An Zhisu had been sent to a mental hospital, and she placed it here.
Song Jiaren moved everything back from her school dormitory.
An Zhisu asked Ye Lancheng to sit wherever she wanted, while she went to her room to pack her things. An Zhisu didn't plan to take everything away. In her heart, this was her natal home, and she wanted to leave some things in her natal home, so
Only then can I feel safe.
Ye Lancheng did not sit down in the living room, but walked to the living room. There was a table with a sewing machine and various tools needed to make clothes. Obviously, this was used by An Zhisu to make clothes.
Workbench for clothes.
Next to the work table stood a model, wearing a semi-finished cheongsam. The style of the cheongsam was not unique, but the embroidery on it deeply attracted Ye Lancheng.
Ye Lancheng couldn't recognize the flowers embroidered on the cheongsam, but the flowers were embroidered so lifelike, as if they were real flowers blooming on the clothes, one after another, making the whole cheongsam look extremely noble.
Ye Lancheng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard his mother say that An Zhisu's mother was a good cheongsam maker. Now it seems that An Zhisu should have inherited the mother's business. She exchanged 10% of the shares for the clothes.
The brand is probably the one founded by her mother during her lifetime.
An Zhisu quickly packed a small suitcase and came out. Then he walked over and quickly rolled up the things on the workbench and put them into a cloth bag. Finally, he carefully took off the cheongsam from the model.
, neatly folded and stored in the suitcase.
"Okay, let's go." An Zhisu zipped up the suitcase and said to Ye Lancheng who was standing.
Ye Lancheng hummed, took the suitcase and bag from her naturally, and took them out together.
An Zhisu didn't fight with him, but followed behind him and locked the door.
When the two of them went downstairs, Ye Lancheng's bodyguard and driver Lao Jiu came up to them, took the things from Ye Lancheng's hands, and carefully put them in the trunk.
After that, the three of them got into the car, and Lao Jiu drove away from the community where Song Jiaren lived, heading towards Ye Lancheng's home.