The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

It's just that when Yu Liang looked at the design drawing again, her eyes were much gentler. Her fingers lightly brushed over the paper, looking up and down Anhao's figure, and then compared the size with her hands.

Anhao looked at Yu Liang's hands comparing to her body inexplicably, which made her a little itchy, so she jumped to the side to block Yu Liang with her hands, "Why? You make me itchy."

"No, I'll just measure your size."

Yu Liang pursed her lips and smiled, and picked up a pen to write down the proportions of An Hao's figure, which made An Hao feel weird.

"Why do you measure my size? I don't need to wear clothes, the smallest size is usually enough."

"That can't be done, the clothes are tailor-made for you." Yu Liang replied.

An Hao hummed, "What do you order?"

Yu Liang hissed, and then remembered that Anhao should not be told about this matter, she squinted her eyes and smiled and changed the subject, "I'm going to design new clothes, so your size will be the basis."

An Hao let out a sigh, and didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "I haven't had lunch yet, let's go out to eat together. By the way, let's go shopping together in the afternoon, so as not to be bored."

Seeing Anhao's expression, Yu Liang didn't seem to be very excited, and even felt a little depressed, so she didn't refuse, and took her bag and dragged her out.

Yu Liang's studio is also located in the business district, so after leaving the company, there are various restaurants and snack shops on the commercial street here.

An Hao is not interested in the food in the restaurant, so Fei drags Yu Liang to the roadside to eat a bowl of sixty-year-old rice noodles. She likes this hot and sour food very much, but Yu Liang feels a little uncomfortable.

Before taking two bites, he was choked several feet, his small mouth was hot red, and a thin layer of sweat was dripping from his forehead.

She took out a piece of paper and saw that An Hao was enjoying it, so she put down her chopsticks and looked at An Hao with her hands on her head. She looked around and saw people coming and going, and the pedestrians seemed to be in a hurry.

The pace of life in Minghai City is naturally fast. As a first-tier city in the country, both the consumption level and wage level are higher than other cities, but for the same reason, the pace of life here is also fast.

"Anhao, do you have something on your mind?" Yu Liang asked softly.

Anhao's chopsticks holding the rice noodles loosened, and the rice noodles slid back into the bowl, shaking her head, "I have nothing to worry about, I just feel a little bored."

All of them have their own careers, even Mi Ai is fighting for her dream, but she is the only one who doesn't have to do anything all day long, and she can go to work in Lu Yisheng's company as she pleases.

It was fine in the past, Linger was here, and Mi Ai was also there, but they were all gone, and after she was the only one left, I felt a little lonely in my heart for no reason.

Coupled with Lu Yisheng's inexplicable and sudden weird emotions last night, Anhao felt a sense of uneasiness, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"Bored? Do you want to try to work in my studio?" Yu Liang invited.

An Hao quickly shook her head and refused, "No, no, I don't know anything about you. I don't want to trouble you." She has no talent in this area, and she hasn't learned it systematically. I don't intend to increase the difficulty of Yu Liang's studio.