Hundreds of billions of cute wives: Quan Shao spoiled and married 99 times

The man's voice has been through many vicissitudes, as if it has passed through an entire century, with a huge impact, it finally fell slowly in her ears.

Her frail body trembled slightly, and her voice trembled a little.

is it him?
"It's me..." Adrian looked deeply at the woman. Her face, which was originally as white and tender as snow, also had a few fine lines. No one can erase it.

Hearing his voice again, the woman couldn't help but twitch her brows. She held the man's hand tightly, feeling the warmth that only belonged to him. The eight long years, at this moment, seemed to shrink into a Like a short light, the happy life of him and her appeared in his mind one after another, as if it was just yesterday.

"How have you been all these years?" The woman's blue eyes glistened with tears, she groped Adrian's face with her hands, and shook her head.

Eight years ago, he disappeared for no reason, and he seemed to have evaporated from the world. There was no news. She found the countryside where they used to stay from Adrian's family residence, but she found nothing.

During those days, it was even more difficult than when she first lost her sight. Her whole body was immersed in darkness. She could not see the world or the future, and even her heart was cold.

Every day the sun rises as usual, but her life is pitch black.

Adrian half-kneeled in front of the woman, his eyes flicked across her face, his voice was a little choked up: "Without you by my side, how could it be okay..."

Yes, the person I love the most is far away in the sky, so how can he be okay.

Jiang Wan stood far away and wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes with her hand. Looking at the couple cuddling together in front of her, she suddenly understood that learning to cherish is the most important thing to learn to love someone.

Dane stood by her side, his eyes were rare and gentle, the atmosphere of grievance and joy of reunion after a long absence pervaded the room together, the afternoon sun shone through the window in front of the embracing couple, for this memorable day, Add a romantic color unique to French sentiment.

I don't know how long it took, but the two gradually calmed down. Adrian helped the woman to sit down, and asked Jiang Wan and the princess to sit down too.

"Over the years, I have also been secretly looking for her. After I left France, I came back secretly, but she is no longer in the town where we live..." The man helped Jiang Wan and Dane make tea, The tone is full of helplessness.

"Maybe this is fate, but maybe God really heard my appeal day and night. After eight years, he finally brought you back to me." The woman leaned against the man, with a sweet smile on her face. , like a little girl in love.

Adrian narrowed his eyes and kissed the woman's forehead.

"Miss Jiang, my wife and I can meet again, and I am most grateful to you." The man looked away from his wife, and his voice was as soft as ever.

Jiang Wan, who was sitting on the side with a smile on her face while "watching the drama", was taken aback for a moment before she slowly came back to her senses. If it wasn't for Adrian's reminder, she would have almost forgotten what her original purpose was...

"Sir... I think this may be fate. Fate gave me the opportunity to hear the story of you and your wife, and it is also fate that gave us the opportunity to cooperate." Jiang Wan said with a smile, her expression moved slightly.

Adrian is also a member of the shopping mall, so of course he could hear the meaning of Jiang Wan's words, and he also knew that before coming here, Jiang Wan was one of the heads of all his bidding companies.

The man sighed lightly, but his expression didn't change at all: "I also understand what Miss Jiang means. You can help me meet my wife again. No matter how much you can repay me, it's just..."

"It's just people in the shopping mall. The most taboo thing is to confuse feelings with work. I appreciate Miss Jiang's courage and observation skills, but judging from the works you submitted during the bidding..."

The man paused as he spoke, as if he was looking for a milder adjective.

"Your plan is not on the track of Wansheng's future development. Ms. Jiang, please forgive me for this. Wansheng is my life's painstaking effort. No matter what, I can't make fun of it." Ai Derian frowned slightly, and he couldn't help shaking his head when he recalled the plan given by Asla in the competition.

Before the man finished speaking, Jiang Wan's smile froze on his face: "You have been in the design industry for so many years, and you must have a good understanding of Asla's strength. In this bidding, Asila has shown It's not the whole picture of us, and I hope you will give us a chance."

Whether Asla can continue to stand tall in the design industry depends on whether she can win Wansheng.

"I appreciate your persistence, but Wansheng's partner needs to prove his strength." The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her with seriousness that made people a little scared.

Under such an atmosphere, Jiang Wan didn't show any timidity at all. The corners of her lips raised a nice curve: "Mr. Adrian, please believe that Asla has this strength."

The short trip to France ended quickly, and until the end, Adrian did not agree to cooperate with Asla, and only left Jiang Wan with a not-too-long or short-term inspection period. As for what he wants to investigate, who knows? do not know either.

Jiang Wan was also very disappointed when she failed to win Wansheng's order in one fell swoop. Although Asila gradually regained her composure when she returned to the company, it was still a lot worse than in the previous heyday. As long as she was free, I couldn't help worrying about Asla's future.

As the days went by, Jiang Wan's stomach gradually became more obvious. During the five-month pregnancy, various pregnancy reactions such as morning sickness, anorexia, and sleepiness also came to her door. Jiang Wan always felt groggy every day. .

"Sister, next month there will be a design show in London, England, and you are invited to participate." Xiaoman frowned and pushed the door in, handing over a black gold-stamped invitation card.

Jiang Wan had just finished editing a design draft, and was feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, she put her hand on her forehead and squeezed it, without even glancing at the invitation card, she signaled Xiaoman to put it aside.

She knows the show of thousands of flowers in the UK. This show has been going on for 50 years since the last century. Every year, it takes a flower as the theme and invites famous designers from all over the world to participate in the display of their works. The show of thousands of flowers The works have always been known for their complexity. Because flowers are involved, the works must have deep meaning without being too gaudy, and the design is extremely difficult.

But also because of this, the specifications and quality of Wanhuaxiu are among the best in the world. It is also the dream of many designers to use this to prove themselves.

When Jiang Wan first came into contact with the design industry, she dreamed that one day her work would be on the stage of Wanhua Show, but this wish came true so quickly, which caught her by surprise.

To be precise, with her current state, it is impossible for her to participate in this show with a complete set of Wanhua series of clothes within a month.

Jiang Wan pressed her temples and glanced down at the invitation card.

The atmosphere in the office was unusually quiet. Jiang Wan just watched without even opening the invitation letter for a while. She sighed softly: "Please reply to the organizer. I have something to do and I can't participate in this show."

She has a serious pregnancy reaction now, and Asla is in a critical period. If she still wants to participate in the Wanhua Show, she can't take care of it at all. There are some things that she has to give up.

Jiang Wan handed the card back to Xiao Man, and before she had time to watch her put the invitation card away, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment, and answered with some doubts. She had never seen the number on the caller ID.

"Miss Jiang, do you remember me?" A familiar man's voice came from the phone, and Jiang Wan lost his mind for a moment.

"Uh...Adrian? You're looking for me..." Jiang Wan was a little nervous and excited when she guessed who the other party was.

"Before I said, we need to give Esla an assessment period." The man's voice was full of vicissitudes, and somehow it sounded very comfortable.

Jiang Wan nodded subconsciously when she heard the sound.

"I heard that Ms. Jiang received an invitation from the British Wanhua Show, so I privately included it in the assessment of Asla's strength. If Ms. Jiang's work can be rated as the focus of this year's Wanhua Show, Wansheng five The one-year contract will be sent to Asla on the same day."

Adrian's Chinese has a slight foreign accent. After saying these words, he thoughtfully gave Jiang Wan a few seconds to react.

"Do you think Wansheng's assessment standard is acceptable?"

Listening to the man's words, Jiang Wan seemed to freeze. In Adrian's long words just now, she naturally focused on the five-year contract.

Her eyes darkened slightly, and she stopped Xiao Man who was about to walk out of the room.

"Sir, you will not regret this decision. I will prove to you that Asla is capable of getting the five-year contract from you." Jiang Wan chuckled and agreed without much hesitation. down.

Life is so dramatic sometimes, when you want to give up, there may be a reason that makes you have to stick to it.

For Asla, but also for her own dreams.

After Jiang Wan accepted the assessment, this person fell into a crazy design. She spent two days collecting all the information about Wanhuaxiu, but her physical discomfort made her design very difficult.

She shuts herself in the design room every day, and only when she eats and rests can she contact people outside, but the more she does this, the more she wraps herself in a thick cocoon, and even the inspiration was blocked from outside.

"Wanwan, you've been working for too long, go take a rest..." Chu Wei looked at Jiang Wan's red eyes and stroked her shoulder.

"I'm fine, you go back quickly, don't worry about me." Jiang Wan glanced at him, and then returned to the design draft.

"Wanwan, in fact, you don't have to work so hard." Chu Wei's eyes moved slightly with distress, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, and his voice was very soft when he spoke.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Wan stopped holding the pen, and raised her eyes to meet his:
"Chu Wei, I'm not afraid of being tired, because I want to stand with you."