Mu Shao is too cold: Love the designer

A black and white light flashed before Qian Zhiqiu's eyes. She put down her coffee cup and squinted her eyes.

He pulled out the cup from Shi Yun's hand.

The latter looked at her with a dazed expression.

Qian Zhiqiu put her arm on Shi Yun's shoulder, and the waves on her chest rubbed against her body
Shi Yun twitched the corners of her mouth, and before she could speak, Qian Zhiqiu reached out and took the pendant around her neck in her hand.

Qian Zhiqiu smacked his mouth and laughed, "Baby. Where did this necklace come from?"

Shi Yun pursed her lips and said nothing.

The former answered his own question on his own: "Brother Mu gave it to you. Isn't it?"

Shi Yun still didn't speak, but her eyes moved.

Seeing her expression, Qian Zhiqiu knew that he had guessed right.

"It seems that your relationship is going well. It's this necklace. It would be better to change it to a ring."

Time rhyme: "."

She thought for a while before asking, "What's wrong with you, you seem to be more anxious than me, the client?"

Qian Zhiqiu raised her eyebrows: "I'm not in a hurry for you, do I still expect you to be in a hurry?" She paused and said: "What's more, Mr. Mu! If we can get some light, our Lingshuo can soar into the sky Already!"

Time rhyme: "."

———

Evening, six fifty.

Shi Yun appeared on time in the reserved box in Nanyuan.

There are already people waiting inside.

She knocked on the door and walked in.

The cold little face is still cold.

Even if this person is the son of the president of the International Jewelry Association, she didn't smile, but the breath around her became gentle.

It's not that Shi Yun doesn't want to laugh, she's just a little nervous and doesn't know how to get along with outsiders; so she has no choice but to keep it as it is.

The man inside heard the movement and immediately raised his eyes to look at her.

Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Shi Yun squeezed her fingers to suppress the nervousness: "Sorry, I'm late."

The man shook his head and said with a smile, "I came early."

The man stood up and stretched out his hand towards Shi Yun: "Qin Yanyu."

Shi Yun shook hands with him politely: "Nancy."

The two sat down, and the amazement in Qin Yanyu's eyes was still there: "I have admired Teacher Nancy's name for a long time, but I never thought that Teacher Nancy, who has never shown her face before, is so beautiful."

Shi Yun was a little stiff, and pulled out a small smile: "You speak too seriously."

"No, I'm serious; you're more beautiful than any girl I've ever seen." Probably because he came back from abroad, his words were much more open.

And the sincerity in his eyes also expressed, what he said was what he thought in his heart.

Shi Yun didn't know how to answer, so she just smiled and changed the topic: "You came to me this time to give your mother a gift?"

When Qin Yanyu heard this topic, he quickly straightened his posture: "Yes. It's a birthday present for my mother."

Shi Yun: "But... I'm just an unknown little designer."

Qin Yue has been famous for so many years, and Shi Yun has seen every one of her works.

To be honest, she didn't think she could design better jewelry than Qin Yue's.

"No, I've seen your work before. I think your style must be my mother's favorite." Qin Yanyu said quickly.

Having said so much, Shi Yun had no choice but to stop talking; he only asked his request carefully.

After a while, the conversation between the two ended.

The dishes just ordered are also served.

"Mr. Nancy, I offer you a toast." Qin Yanyu raised his glass and said.

Shi Yun frowned, and opened up the next moment: "I'm really sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol, can I use tea instead of wine?"

Qin Yanyu smiled: "Of course."

Outside the box, a group of people headed by Gu Ziheng marched through each box.

Although something happened to the Gu family before, after all, Nuo Da's foundation is there, and there are still many people who want to curry favor with them.

Suddenly, Gu Ziheng stopped and stood where he was.

Looking into a box, frowning.

"What's wrong, Young Master Gu?"

The people behind also stopped, and the person next to him asked, looking into the box curiously.

The next moment he was surprised and said, "Isn't this the eldest lady of the Shi family!"

As soon as the voice fell, he immediately shut up.

He glanced at Gu Ziheng.

Miss Shi's family. She is Gu Shao's ex-fiancée.
Gu Ziheng's face was ugly, and he said in a low voice, "Go to the box first, I'll be there in a while."

The person next to him paused, nodded and led a group of people towards the box they had reserved.

Gu Ziheng was still standing outside the box, staring at the people inside.
I saw a man and a woman in the box.

Woman sitting on chair looking down at something, man kneeling beside her on one knee, hands on woman
What a rhyme!

How long did it take to break off the engagement with him, and hook up with another man? !
He remembered that his mother specially told him not to let him provoke Shi Yun again.
The man's self-esteem burst out at once.

Just as he was about to rush in, a waiter came out from the box.

"gentlemen?"

Gu Ziheng paused and regained consciousness.

He glanced into the box again, and moved away.

Inside the box.

Shi Yun: "Okay, don't bother."

Qin Yanyu stood up, with a guilty expression on his face: "Sorry, it's my fault."

When he was toasting just now, he accidentally bumped into the waiter who was serving soup; in order not to spill the soup on Shi Yun's body, the waiter tilted his body, who knew that he just touched Shi Yun's arm.

She was holding a cup of tea and spilled it on herself.

Fortunately, the tea was already a little cold.

Shi Yun shook her head: "It's okay."

After a long while, after eating, Yun confirmed the request with him again, and was ready to go back.

Qin Yanyu stood up: "Mr. Nancy, let me take you back."

Shi Yun: "Thank you, but I drove the car by myself today, so don't bother."

Back home, Shi Yun changed her shoes and stood up in a daze.

Looking at the room, I always feel a little empty.
Yes.

A few days ago, Mu Jingpei had something to do and went back to the imperial capital.

It's just over a month.

Without him, she actually felt that the house was empty.
Shaking his head, he went to the study.

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It was still in the secret box of the teahouse last time.

The man sat down and threw the kraft document in his hand to Fang Shuwen.

"Tsk, I didn't expect to check something." The man drank a cup of tea: "You stepdaughter, you must have some kind of mental illness, right?"

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Shuwen's eyes, and he couldn't wait to take apart the documents and read them carefully one by one.

When he saw Shi Yun sitting by the street lamp, maintaining a weird posture, his eyes lit up instantly.

Shi Yun in the photo is still very immature, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with her hands open, as if holding a ball of air.

Then there are some photos in the back, all of which are Shi Yun making some weird poses.

There is also the appearance of Qian Zhiqiu.

She looked over one by one, and at the bottom there was information about Qian Zhiqiu accompanying Shi Yun to the psychotherapy room.

Fang Shuwen looked carefully and frowned: "Why is it blank?"

Only Shi Yun's name, nothing else.

The man glanced at her: "I don't know, the file is blank, do you want me to write it for you?"

Fang Shuwen didn't have time to talk to him now, and looked at the information in his hand seriously.

After reading it for more than half an hour, I smiled coldly.

This time, what else can she do when she sees Shi Yun!
Even if it's not on the file, she can let it have it!
Although none of the information here can prove that Shi Yun has a mental illness, or a mental illness; but these photos of weird poses, and the information about going to the psychotherapy room are enough!

She looked at the man opposite, a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Gracefully picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, "Very good. I'll call you the rest of the money tomorrow."

She glanced at the documents on the table, and a stern look appeared in her eyes
———

imperial capital.

It was eleven o'clock at night.

Mu Jingpei was busy for several hours before he took time to rest for a while, but after a long time there was a knock on the office door.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Come in."

With a soft bang, a man in a dark blue suit walked in.

A pair of peach blossom eyes glanced at the entire office, sat on the sofa resting beside him, and lazily called out: "Mr. Mu."

Mu Jingpei looked up at the man, his knuckle fingers resting on the desk; his body leaned lightly on the back of the chair, his whole body was lazy and dangerous.

"Mu Wen, are you sure about what I told you last time?"

Mu Wen took a sip of the coffee that the secretary had just brought in, took the opportunity to touch the secretary's little hand, and waited until the secretary left the office blushing and took it to the door, he said:
"Mr. Mu, I'm not a god either. The situation is a bit complicated, and you don't know the process. You only rely on your own guesses; I can't be sure about the condition."

Mu Jingpei pursed his lips: "You mean to understand face to face?"

Mu Wen: "Yes. Even if you can't understand it face-to-face, you still have to tell the process, and you still have the usual symptoms."

Mu Jingpei was silent and did not speak.

After a while, he opened his lips and told Mu Wen about the symptoms.

After the voice fell for a long time, Mu Wen said:

"These can only prove that the lady may suffer from depression, persecution delusions, and mild autism. Of course, there is no specific information. These are just my guesses."

After his words fell, the empty office suddenly fell into quiet silence.

Suddenly, there was an eager knock on the door.

Following Mu Jingpei's reply, Mu Shen hurriedly opened the door and came in.

Although he was eager just now, he is not in a hurry now.

He put a tablet by Mu Jingpei's hand: "Master Mu, something happened to Miss Shi."

Mu Jingpei frowned suddenly, picked up the tablet and quickly browsed through it.

The more you look, the deeper the wrinkles between the brows become.

The violent aura around him raged, and Mu Shen's heart was raised, and he couldn't bear it.

Mu Wen was not affected at all, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mu Shen: "What's wrong?"