As if sensing something, Ye Lancheng, who was watering the flowers and plants carefully, turned his head and looked at An Zhisu.
An Zhisu's heart skipped a beat again, and she remembered a lyric.
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I will never forget your face from now on.
Yan Gou An Zhisu said that she really has no resistance to Ye Lancheng's face. An Zhisu feels that she is half in love with Ye Lancheng, huh? His appearance is also a part of him, so there should be nothing wrong with it.
The beauty is alluring, there is no reason for this, it is too foul.
"Are you awake?" Ye Lancheng waved to her: "Come in, don't stand outside to blow the wind."
"Oh." An Zhisu came back to his senses from the scenery in front of him.
The greenhouse was fully heated. An Zhisu took off his coat when he came in. He came over curiously and asked, "Water the flowers."
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng held the watering can in one hand and poured water on it, looking very technical.
An Zhisu admires him endlessly, Wen Neng picks up the pen to secure the financial group, Wu Neng picks up the water and nourishes the delicate flowers, Ye Lancheng is really a perfect and impeccable man. No wonder he is rated as the most popular golden bachelor by the entertainment reporters in S City and wants to marry him
A woman is like a crucian carp crossing a river.
However, An Zhisu caught her off guard, and she doubted that when the news of his engagement was announced that day, she would be killed by the woman who admired him.
"What are you looking at?" Seeing her standing still, Ye Lancheng glanced at her again from the corner of his eye.
An Zhisu immediately shook his head: "Nothing, nothing, I'll continue making cheongsam."
Ye Lancheng hummed.
An Zhisu walked towards his work area, sat in front of the sewing machine, and continued his morning work. The entire cheongsam was finished, except for the hemming of the skirt. Generally speaking, like this
The seams of the cheongsam can be machine-locked with a sewing machine, but An Zhisu has high requirements for herself. Even if the cheongsam sewn by her hands is only hemmed, she also strictly requires herself to stitch it.
If you have to sew one thread well, you will never be lazy to use a sewing machine. Such stitch-by-stitch hemming requires a high level of basic skills from the master. Even those with slightly inferior skills would not dare to stitch like this, because once one stitch is missing, the overall effect will be ruined.
Big discount. This is why most masters simply use a sewing machine to lock the edges. It is simple and trouble-free, and there is no need to worry about mistakes.
The needle is missing and the needle is crooked.
An Zhisu lowered his head, and the needle was moving like flying, up and down, picking and pressing. The rows of straight and precise needle holes were as if they were pressed out by a sewing machine, which was particularly delicate.
Ye Lancheng finished taking care of his flowers and plants, but did not go out. Instead, he walked to the coffee table and sat down. There was a tea set on the coffee table. Ye Lancheng made tea, picked up a book, and read leisurely.
When An Zhisu was busy, she would occasionally raise her head to relax her neck. She twisted her neck left and right, and when she turned to the right, she saw Ye Lancheng holding a book in his hands, looking at ease.
This picture looked familiar, and it reminded her of her childhood. At that time, she was still young, as if she was only five or six years old. She remembered that when her father was free, he would be like Ye Lancheng, holding a book and quietly reading
I accompany my mother to make cheongsam.
Every time at that time, little An Zhisu would deliberately find an excuse to run out, not wanting to disturb her parents' good time alone. Sometimes she would also secretly hide outside the door to watch, and saw that her father would watch when her mother was tired.
Put down the book, give her a squeeze on the neck and a slap on the shoulder.
At that time, An Zhisu thought that her father loved her mother very much. She hoped that when she grew up, she would be as lucky as her mother and marry a man like her father who loved her as much as life.
Later, An Zhisu learned that a man's love has a shelf life. Within the shelf life, there is deep affection. Outside the shelf life, the appearance is inseparable. The father who loved her mother as much as life in her memory never appeared again after having another woman.
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Over the years, it has been extremely difficult for An Zhisu to protect herself, so for her, love is something more luxurious than life. She doesn't dare to think about it, and she doesn't have time to think about it.
But she doesn't dare, doesn't want to, doesn't mean she doesn't desire it. She always holds hope for love. If possible, she hopes that a man can give her a love. If possible, she hopes that this man will be Ye Lancheng.
When time passes, I will grow old with you forever.
Ye Lancheng, if God favors me, I hope I still have the chance to start a pure and clean love with you without any purpose or selfish thoughts.
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Nightclub.
An Zhisu followed Ye Lancheng out of the car and into the elevator. Ye Lancheng pressed the button for the eighth floor, and the elevator door closed and slowly rose. An Zhisu looked at Ye Lancheng reflected in the elevator door, and felt guilty again.
Before going out, she carefully picked out a set of clothes for Ye Lancheng. Because she knew it was a private party, she picked out a set of casual clothes. It was a turtleneck white sweater on top, a pair of black pants on the bottom, and a
A light brown half-length coat.
Ye Lancheng is a clothes stander and looks good in anything he wears. This suit of clothes on him adds an idol-like handsomeness to him, much like the long-legged Korean oppa.
An Zhisu looked at it again and again, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had an excellent sense of matching clothes. Especially the white turtleneck sweater inside was the finishing touch. The key point was the design of the turtleneck, which perfectly blocked him.
Conspicuous scratch marks on the neck.
Dressed like this, his friends shouldn't be able to see his "masterpiece".
Ding!
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor. An Zhisu glanced at Ye Lancheng's neck again, and after making sure that no scratch marks could be seen, he walked out of the elevator with complete confidence.
The two walked to room No. 8888. Ye Lancheng opened the door directly and went in. An Zhisu followed him obediently. As soon as he entered, he heard a sound of excitement.
"I drew 80,000! Hahaha, I finally made a comeback. I took the money and got the money. I won three houses by myself."
An Zhisu was attracted by the excited voice. She looked towards the mahjong table next to the room. The man who touched himself just now had his back to them. The other three were two men and one woman. They were several years older than Ye Lancheng.
, their looks are all at the level of dragons and phoenixes among people.
Birds of a feather flock together.
An Zhisu said that after living for twenty-five years, he finally understood the true meaning of these eight words. People who are good-looking must have good-looking friends around them. Ye Lancheng has personally proved this point.
"No more fun, the protagonist is here." The man facing them saw Ye Lancheng and An Zhisu, and raised his chin towards them to remind the other three.
The most excited person was the man who touched himself just now. He suddenly turned around, with the colorful bubbles of gossip reflected in his pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, and jumped up with a roar.
"Brother Lancheng, is this the sister-in-law you found for me?" The man jumped up to An Zhisu like a monkey, and introduced himself with his peach blossom eyes: "Hello, sister-in-law, I am Xia Jingze, Brother Lancheng's