"Very hot?" Ye Lancheng finally finished his work and closed the computer. He glanced at An Zhisu and found that she had crimson cheeks that looked like they were just ripe, cherries that could be broken by blowing them, and a white and rosy skin that made people want to touch her.
There is desire at the touch.
"No, no," An Zhisu felt guilty and hurriedly hid his phone for fear that Ye Lancheng would see what he was searching for.
Ye Lancheng looked suspicious but didn't respond. If he asked any more questions, he would reply, "We have everything at home. You just need to pack some important things."
An Zhisu nodded and hesitated for a moment 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.
"Your my wife." Ye Lancheng gave her five words. "I promise" because she is your "my wife", so I will agree to anything no matter what.
An Zhisu's heart warmed slightly, and his cheeks showed a slight smile. "Actually, it's not a big deal. 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.
"You have no family, it just doesn't matter, 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. I will let the public relations department make a plan."
Hearing this, An Zhisu took a deep breath and said, "Ye Lancheng, thank you."
"Don't tell me in the future that these two words are unnecessary between us. You just need to know that from today on, it was Ye Lan who made it possible for you to have a husband. If anyone bullies you, just bully him back. Ye Lancheng has a wife."
There is no need to tolerate anyone." Ye Lancheng's indifferent voice sounded protective and domineering.
An Zhisu burst into laughter because she remembered what Ye Lancheng had said before, saying that if she married him in S city, she could leave sideways.
An Zhisu had a beautiful smile. Ye Lancheng looked at her and smiled, 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 was not very big, with three bedrooms and one living room, with a total of just over 100 square meters. After Song Jiaren graduated, she returned to City S and bought it. At that time, An Zhisu had been sent to a mental hospital, and she left it here.
Song Jiaren, who has everything in common, moved back from her dormitory at school.
An Zhisu asked Ye Lancheng to sit wherever he wanted, while she went to her room to pack her things. An Zhisu had no intention of taking everything away, because in her heart, this was the place. She had a natal family, and she wanted to leave some things in her natal family.
That's how it feels, a sense of security.
Ye Lancheng did not sit down in the living room, but walked to the living room. There was a table on it, a sewing machine, and various tools needed to make clothes. It was obviously An Zhisu's use.
There is a workbench for making clothes.
There is a model standing next to the workbench. The model is wearing a semi-finished cheongsam. The cheongsam has no style, but the unique thing is that it has embroidery on it, which deeply attracted Ye Lancheng.
Ye Lancheng couldn't recognize the flowers embroidered on the cheongsam, but the flowers were embroidered so lifelike that they seemed to be blooming. There were real flowers on the clothes, one after another, which made the whole cheongsam look extremely noble.
Ye Lancheng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard from his mother that An Zhisu had a mother who was very good at making cheongsam. Now it seems that An Zhisu should inherit the mother's business. She exchanged 10% of the shares for the clothes.
The brand was probably founded by her mother during her lifetime.
An Zhisu quickly packed a small suitcase and came out. Then he walked towards this side. With quick hands and feet, he rolled up something on the workbench and put it into a cloth bag. Finally, he carefully took off the cheongsam from the model.
It folds neatly and can be stored in a suitcase.
"Okay, let's go." An Zhisu zipped up the suitcase and said to Ye Lancheng who was standing there.
Ye Lancheng hummed and naturally took the suitcase and bag from her hand and took them out together.
An Zhisu didn't fight with him, but followed behind him and locked the door.
The two went downstairs and came out. Ye Lancheng was greeted by his bodyguard and driver Lao Jiu, who 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 Song Jiaren's residential complex and headed towards Ye Lancheng's home.