Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"Yuntang, you are a man from the Li family, how can you say something that doesn't concern you?"

After Li Yanze finished speaking, he put the teacup heavily on the coffee table, and continued with a serious face: "If father is still alive, do you know how disappointed he will be..."

"Brother, when my father was alive, I returned to China for development at his request and supported the current Li Group. After my father passed away, I will leave all the shares to you to inherit and help you become the president of the Li Group."

Absently interrupting Li Yanze's reprimand, Li Yuntang got up to see off the guest: "So, even if Lu Jiahao said something to you, please find a way to solve it yourself, and don't waste your time on me."

Li Yanze's face was ugly as hell.

Not only because Li Yuntang rejected him, but also because Li Yuntang saw through his plan at a glance, and even guessed what method Lu Jiahao used to threaten him.

The ability to see things and know things is the gap between him and Li Yuntang that can never be bridged.

"Ellie, let's go."

No longer having the illusion of a smooth solution, Li Yanze left with Shen Aili aggrieved, and slammed the door on the door before leaving, scaring the maids in the villa to tremble.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Qin, for letting you see such a scene." Li Yuntang withdrew his gaze, and slightly nodded at Qin Yiren: "I hope you are not frightened."

"Second Master Li, you are too polite." Qin Yiren shook her head hastily, just apologizing for Xia Ye: "The wedding is only two days away, although other wedding dresses can be bought, but in such a short period of time, it may be difficult to find them It’s very satisfying.”

Li Yuntang nodded slightly, looked at the sullen little woman, and whispered coaxingly, "Xia Ye, shall we go and see that wedding dress?"

Yan Xiaye got up listlessly. She had planned to surprise Li Yuntang at the wedding, but now it seemed hopeless.

Following Li Yuntang up, she didn't want to neglect her friend, "Yiren..."

"No, no, don't worry about me." Qin Yiren waved at her, "I've always been sleepy recently, I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay then." In view of the other party's current physical condition, Yan Xiaye did not force her to stay, but told the maid, "Please, send Yiren to the car in a while."

The maids agreed and watched the two leave.

Back in the bedroom, Yan Xiaye picked up the ink-stained dress with distress, carried it to Li Yuntang, and said aggrievedly: "Yiren and I have chosen for a long time, and... this one is white."

Li Yuntang didn't know the rules of Jiang Hai's older generation. He lifted the hem of the dress with his slender fingers, and comforted him softly: "Don't be sad, I know you have put a lot of thought into it. Make exactly the same within."

"Impossible. It took a full twelve days for the studio to make this wedding dress, and the dress itself has already been completed, and only the details need to be modified."

After Yan Xiaye finished speaking, she smiled reluctantly and prepared to put away the dress.

Of course it would be a shame not to be able to wear it on the wedding day.

But since the matter has already happened, no matter how regretful it is, it will not help. She does not intend to cry pretentiously to affect Li Yuntang's mood.

"Even so, it's still worth a try." Li Yuntang smiled softly, raised her hand to stop her, looked down at the dots of ink on the skirt, and suddenly thought of something: "Xia Ye, I've seen it in your sketches, do you know how to draw lotus?"

Yan Xiaye was a little dazed, and nodded slightly.

Immediately, her gaze fell on the dress in her hand, and she immediately understood what Li Yuntang meant.

"I did learn painting for a while..." Yan Xiaye blinked, and a gleam of excitement appeared on Qingmei's face, and asked hesitantly, "Is it really okay to do this?"

"As long as you are happy, nothing is a problem."

The corners of Li Yuntang's meager lips curled up slightly, and he said slowly: "I will find someone to redo this dress in the shortest possible time, just to be safe, you have to choose spare parts in advance, after that, how to design this dress is up to everyone According to your heart."

Yan Xiaye stuck out the tip of her tongue playfully, and agreed without saying a word.

Even so, she knew nothing about gown design.

However, it is still a challenge to extend these ink dots and paint a large ink-colored lotus.

Excitedly putting the dress on the large desk, she found the ink spares from the drawer, and with the help of Li Yuntang, she found a small and delicate brush.

Gently smoothing the folds on the skirt, Yan Xiaye dipped the pen in ink, hesitating to do it immediately.

After all, her 'drawing paper' is very expensive, and she is not a well-known great painter. She usually changes and revises her design drawings, but now she suddenly has no room to revise her drafts. It is inevitable that she will feel some psychological pressure.

"Summer night, relax a little."

Standing behind her, Li Yuntang gently embraced her in his arms, held her little hand with the other hand, and led her to put a stroke on the skirt.

The jet-black ink dropped an ink dot on the white skirt.

With Li Yuntang's assistance, Yan Xiaye breathed a sigh of relief until the man held her hand, chuckled and made another stroke.

"Ah, no, no, this is how lotus flowers are drawn..."

Pouting his mouth to regain the dominance of the painting, Yan Xiaye was engrossed in it, outlining the shape of the lotus flower stroke by stroke.

Because of her job as a jewelry designer, her lotus flower is not a realistic sketch style, but a simple style that can be used in jewelry design.

Soon, ink-colored silhouettes blossomed on the white skirt, skillfully covering up the previous ink dots, which did not seem particularly obtrusive.

"Xia Ye, well done." Li Yuntang stayed by her side all the time, looking at her works and nodding solemnly, not stingy with his compliments: "If one day you don't like designing jewelry any more, when you are painting It may be a good choice to further study in the field.”

Yan Xiaye's cheeks turned red from his praise.

She didn't think she was so good, but the encouragement from Li Yuntang made her confident, not only covering up those ink dots, but also adding some sketch patterns that she had used before.

After spending half an hour, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, and carefully put down the last stroke.

Staring blankly at the changed dress, Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and for a moment he couldn't believe that it was her work.

The whole skirt has changed from elegant and gorgeous to ink style, the perfect combination of European elegance and Chinese elegance complement each other beautifully.

Li Yuntang took the brush in her hand for her, and brought her back to her senses with a gentle voice: "How about it, do you like it?"