he is intoxicated

"Miss Lin, hurry up, stick the gauze on." Mrs. Yin trotted to the trash can.

Bending down from a pile of melon seed husks and fruit peels, I picked out a piece of blood-stained white gauze, and handed it to Lin Yanyan, "Here, stick it on!"

Lin Yanyan looked at the soiled white gauze with disgust, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Huo is back, he's back again, he's about to go up the stairs, there's no time to cut a new one, you'll make it!"

Lin Yanyan's eyes suddenly became flustered, she took the cotton yarn and hurried into the dressing room.

The pure white gauze was stained with the filth of melon seed shells, and the other side was oxidized to dark red chicken blood, which was dirty and fishy, ​​but she didn't care about that much, and hurriedly stuck the gauze to the wound in front of the full-length mirror superior.

Soon, the sound of a man's steady and powerful footsteps came from the corridor.

Lin Yanyan squeezed out a few tears, went out, met Huo Beiyao, and said with teary eyes, "Brother Beiyao, why are you back? Are you hungry? I'll cook a supper for you."

Huo Beiyao glanced past the medicinal gauze on her forehead, paused for a moment, raised his hand and pressed it down, "No, I'll get something and leave."

Lin Yanyan said courteously, "What do you want to pack? I'll help you."

"No, you're hurt, go rest."

Lin Yanyan raised her hand to support her forehead, gasped, as if trying to bear the pain, but said tenderly, "But I want to stay with you for a while."

Huo Beiyao frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing, striding towards the study with his long legs.

Lin Yanyan followed in small steps.

open the door.

Huo Beiyao walked to the writing desk, picked up the photo frame containing Nan Hua's photo, lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at the pretty face with apricot blossoms and light rain, his imposing eyes suddenly dimmed.

Lin Yanyan leaned on the door frame, a glint of predation flashed in her eyes, and she snorted a very light airflow.

for a long time.

Huo Beiyao raised his eyes, held the photo frame with both hands cherishingly, looked around the study room, and said, "I will send someone to remove other things someday."

Lin Yanyan seemed to step on a tall building, her face changed abruptly, "Brother Beiyao, you, you don't want to, don't move away..."

Her voice was choked up, and she couldn't speak anymore, and the hand holding the door frame was trembling.

Huo Beiyao looked at her, couldn't bear it, and said softly, "Ranyan, you are still young, if you find a suitable man, go out and date. I am not as good as you imagined, and I have many shortcomings."

Lin Yanyan's tears flowed down like broken beads, "No, in my eyes, you are the best, no one can compare to you."

Huo Beiyao sighed inwardly, but remained calm on the face, and walked out holding Nanhua's photo frame.

As if he was afraid of her entanglement, he walked extremely fast, striding out, and soon reached the stairs.

Lin Yanyan smiled self-deprecatingly, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and her expression returned to normal.

Wait for the sound of the door closing downstairs.

She raised her hand, tore off the gauze on her forehead in disgust, and threw it into the trash can.

Return to the guest bedroom.

She sat down on the sofa with a gloomy face and remained silent for a long time.

Yan Wu was eating melon seeds, and she glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Yanyan raised her hand and touched her face, "I want to have plastic surgery and look like Nan Hua."

Yan Wu flattened her mouth, "Why bother, you are not ugly now, even if you get it done, it is impossible to get it exactly like her."

"Shen Nanhua and Nanhua don't look exactly alike, but Brother Beiyao just likes her." A hint of sinisterness flashed in Lin Yanyan's eyes.

"Didn't you say that Shen Nanhua has a girlfriend?"

"No, brother Bei Yao sent her to Sheng Chuan's house last night, and the two of them didn't come out all night."

Yan Wu was surprised, she forgot to eat the melon seeds, "Did these two spend the night together?"

"Yes." Lin Yanyan clenched her hands into fists, her phalanges turned white, and she said through gritted teeth, "That woman lied to me, that she lied to me that she had someone she liked, but she was actually using tricks to confuse me. A liar, a complete liar!"

Yan Wu curled her lips and shook her head...

three days later.

Design office on the third floor of RosaClara.

Nan Hua took the wedding dress design drawings and communicated with the pattern maker how to make patterns.

Just after the exchange, Zhu Li pushed the door open, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, good news, good news!"

A look of surprise flashed across Nan Hua's eyes, "Did you win the lottery, or did you meet the prince?"

"None of them." Zhu Li glanced at the typewriter, but hesitated to speak.

Nanhua understood, raised her head and said to the editor: "Let's do this first, if there are any problems in the future, let's communicate."

"OK."

The pattern maker took the blueprint and left.

When the door was closed, Zhu Lishen said mysteriously: "Mr. Shen, there is something wrong with that Wu Mei!"

Nan Hua was confused, "What's the problem?"

"She's out of luck!"

Zhu Li shoved the phone in front of her, "Look, she's been on the hot search, and she's been on several times in a row. She was exposed to unspoken rules, playing big names, and she was a peripheral at the earliest time. In short, she's done, and her stardom is bright. It's bleak, and I can't get along in the entertainment circle!"

It was only then that Nanhua remembered that night at the nightclub, that Wu Mei was indeed a little weird.

The meeting place, the appointment at a nightclub makes people feel wrong.

It's not right to be too casual about the dress requirements.

Female celebrities came to design red carpet dresses, and Nan Hua also received several, and each of them would make various requests, ranging from fabrics to accessories, all of them strive for perfection and are very picky.

But that Wu Mei casually said that the dress is beautiful enough, as long as it catches the eye.

Also, not long after she took her seat, Link came to find her.

After the two got into a stalemate, Link easily let Wu Mei go.

I didn't think it at the time, but now I think about it, it's not a coincidence, it's more like a game.

Wu Mei and Link set up the game together.

If it wasn't for Lin Mobai who happened to be there, I don't know where things would go.

It's just that Wu Mei's hot search, who arranged it?

Nanhua picked up the phone, dialed Lin Mobai, and asked, "Did you ask someone to handle the hot search?"

Lin Mobai paused for a moment before replying, "What hot search?"

"Wu Mei's hot search."

"I do not know her."

"Okay, it's alright."

After hanging up the phone, Nanhua found Huo Beiyao's number and called.

After calling three times, he finally answered, his voice was so cold and impersonal: "Designer Shen, it's rare that you still find time to call me during your busy schedule."

Nan Hua ignored his ambiguity, and asked straight to the point: "Wu Mei's trending matter, you sent someone to do it, right?"

Huo Beiyao was silent for a moment, and his voice became colder: "I refuse to answer such an idiot question."

"I see." Nanhua hung up the phone.

If it's not Huo Beiyao, then it's Mr.

Nan Hua called her husband again.

The other party connected quickly.

Nan Hua took a deep breath, a sweet smile curled up on the corner of her lips, and said softly, "Sir, thank you for Wu Mei's hot search."

The other party cut off the phone with a "snap".

Listening to the empty and lonely blind voice coming from the phone, Nanhua froze.

Did the husband take the wrong medicine today?

Such a mature, stable, elegant and decent person, how can he just hang up the phone when he hangs up?