President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Feng Yin felt baffled by Leng Yan's words, so he gave him a hard look and said, "It's been said that it's a sample of the accessories I designed! If you don't think it's expensive, just say so, don't find other reasons."

Feng Yin turned around and ignored him.

"Don't dislike it."

Feng Yin: "..."

"I said, I don't dislike it."

Feng Yin was stunned for a moment before turning around, smiling brightly at him, his eyes curved up, shining charmingly.

"Then follow me upstairs, take off your shirt, and I'll sew it on for you."

After the words fell, Feng Yin dragged him out of the kitchen.

Leng Yan: "You haven't cooked your meal yet?" Taking off your clothes before eating...is it a bit early?
"Stew the soup here, at least three to ten minutes."

"Three 10 minutes...is that enough?"

After Leng Yan finished speaking, Feng Yin looked at him in surprise, "It's just sewing two buttons, not embroidery! How long will it take!"

Leng Yan: "..."

Upstairs in the bedroom, Feng Yin took out the pair of cufflinks, thought for a while, then dragged out a miniature engraving machine from under the bed, and engraved the letters L and Y on the two cufflinks.

"With the addition of these two letters, the style immediately rises! This can be regarded as exclusive customization."

Feng Yin joked, showing the pair of well-crafted cufflinks to Leng Yan.

Leng Yan: "..."

Feng Yin looked at Leng Yan's eyes at this moment, full of shrewd calculations.

She will not greet Leng Yan with a smile for no reason, she is full of patience.She was looking for an opportunity to make up for what she said wrong last night.

Feng Yin sewed the cufflinks for Leng Yan himself, and seeing her proficient in threading needles and threads, Leng Yan felt more and more that she still had many bright spots waiting for him to discover.

But when she thought about the relationship between her and Song Ziheng, Leng Yan's heart sank quickly.

"All right."

In a few minutes, she was done.

Looking at the light blue cuff buttons, Leng Yan's eyes flickered strangely.

"From now on, you will make all my shirt cuff buttons."

Feng Yin was taken aback by his sudden words, and the next moment, he suddenly stood up and sat beside him, his eyes flickering, his eyes were as clear as snow, he raised his arm to hold his arm, after a series of movements, Leng Yan's ears turned red inexplicably up.

"In the future, I can design not only your cufflinks, but also your clothes, shoes and socks, including underwear. But...can you trust me for one thing?"

Feng Yin approached him again, gently grasping his arms with both hands, the warmth and softness seemed to be absent.

"What about Song Ziheng?" Leng Yan frowned. Although she was affected by her beauty, her IQ was still there.

Feng Yin chuckled, "Last night I thought I was having a nightmare and said a lot. In fact, I liked Song Ziheng once, but there was nothing between us! All I said to you that day were angry words!"

Feng Yin seized the opportunity to clarify that she and Leng Yan still have four years to go, and she can't affect her full plan for Song Ziheng's scum.

"You want to prove that it's not just talking about it." Leng Yan frowned and glanced at her.

"What practical actions do you need? I already cooked for you and sewed cuff buttons..." Feng Yin looked innocent.

"As I said before, have you considered it?"

Feng Yin: "..." If Feng Yin understood correctly, what Leng Yan said was to be his girlfriend...

Feng Yin shook his head.

"Then there is nothing to say." Leng Yan looked away, and the next moment, he pulled out his arm forcefully.

"Give me another meal to think about it." Feng Yin pulled him back, his eyes were like water, whenever she looked at Leng Yan like this, Leng Shao was powerless to say the words of rejection.

"Okay, I'll let you struggle for a while longer."

After saying that, Leng Yan got up and left, and after turning around, her face was as cold as frost.