President, madam calls you for divorce

An Yuanyuan trembled a little at Wen Feixing's arrogance, "What are you doing? I told you I would go to work."

Helping An Yuanyuan into the car, Wen Feixing smiled slightly, and then tapped her brain with his hand, "You, can't you think about me for the better, isn't it just to record inspiration?"

Wen Feixing picked up a tablet from the side, tapped on it, and then handed it to An Yuanyao, "Hurry up, don't waste time, I will take you to Jinhua here."

An Yuanyuan looked at the tablet in his hand and then at Wen Feixing, "You really are a workaholic."

Regarding An Yuanyao's complaints, Wen Feixing's face was still calm and composed, and even smiled a little more, as if he had accepted this setting.

He just said lightly, "That's right, I'm a workaholic. Otherwise, when you want to work like you, but you don't have anything at hand, it would be a little embarrassing."

Unexpectedly, she would be sarcastically teased by Wen Feixing, and An Yuanyao really burst into tears. The beautiful inspiration just now really came from her imagination, and it was completely inconsistent with the man in front of her.

An Yuanyao gave Wen Feixing a fierce look, but recorded it seriously on the tablet.

Although the inspiration was a bit unreal, it was an excellent idea for An Yuanyuan. She drew on it in detail, as if every line was full of vitality.

Wen Feixing looked at An Yuanyao's serious look, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Wen Feixing just looked at An Yuanyuan quietly, from dotted lines to an overall design, An Yuanyuan slowly sketched and drew.

Once she became focused, she would ignore the time, and it took about half an hour before the draft in An Yuanyuan's hand was finished.

But when she looked up, she found that Wen Feixing was looking at her without blinking.

Wen Feixing was a little embarrassed, but after looking at the time carefully, he realized that a long time had passed, and they were still at the gate of the kindergarten.

The scene became even more embarrassing all of a sudden, "Didn't you say you were going to send me to work? Why are you still here after sending me off for so long?"

"I did promise to send you to work. I have already brought you to Jinhua for a while, but you painted seriously and thought you had nothing to do, so I sent you back again."

Knowing that Wen Feixing was talking nonsense here and playing with himself, An Yuanyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, so he rolled his eyes and prepared to get out of the car.

"Okay, okay, if I promise to take you there, I will definitely take you there. This temper is still in such a hurry."

As Wen Feixing said that, he pulled An Yuanyuan back, fastened her seat belt, and then drove in the direction of Jinhua.

Seeing that everything seemed to be normal again, An Yuanyao didn't say much, just hugged the tablet and looked out the window slowly.

Unexpectedly, Wen Feixing, who was very busy, would stay with her here for more than half an hour, and it must be very boring just watching her draw like that.

Looking at Wen Feixing quietly, An Yuanyuan was about to turn his eyes to other places soon. Recalling what Wen Feixing said that day, An Yuanyuan felt his heart beating wildly, and for a while he couldn't tell what he should do for Wen Feixing. What kind of emotion.

He said that he wanted to give the two of them a chance to understand in detail, but An Yuanyuan always felt that the direction of this matter was getting more and more strange.

Perhaps sensing An Yuan's gaze, Wen Feixing smiled quietly, "Did you secretly look at me just now?"

"Mr. Wen, has anyone ever told you that being too narcissistic is not a good thing?"

Wen Feixing chuckled, "Yes, but has anyone told you that once an opportunity presents itself, you need to seize it quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just talking about the actual situation. Is the dress you designed just now intended for me?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Feixing's eyes were so sharp, An Yuanyuan's ears turned red unconsciously.

Is this dress for him?

The question was repeated in his mind, and An Yuanyuan said coldly, "Stop daydreaming, you can design clothes for you too? That's my inspiration."

What An Yuanyao said was very unpleasant, but Wen Feixing laughed. He was sure that the clothes were given to him, and An Yuanyao was just being stubborn now.

My little girl is so stubborn, what else can she do?

And they all gave him clothes, thinking Wen Feixing decided to give An Yuanyuan some more.

After parking the car at once, Wen Feixing looked at An Yuanyuan and smiled, "Okay, don't talk about those things you don't like to hear, you worked hard on the design just now, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

An Yuanyuan shoved the tablet into Wen Feixing's hand, "I don't need the meal, I'll be thankful if you don't squeeze my labor force a little less."

"You feel like Huang Shiren when you say that, but this is specially prepared for you, just because you are afraid that when you have inspiration, you don't have anything at hand."

Wen Feixing handed the tablet to An Yuanyu, and said softly, "I'm waiting for it to be released soon, the four of us will have dinner together tonight."

What Wen Feixing said was very firm, it seemed that he was not asking An Yuanyao for a question, but was confirming it directly.

Glancing at An Yuanyuan, he directly said that I will pick you up in the evening when the address is selected, and then he pushed An Yuanyuan towards Jinhua uncompromisingly, and then he got into the car without giving An Yuanyuan a chance to speak at all. , all of a sudden there is no trace.

Before the brain could react, everything happened like this. Looking at An Yuanyuan in front of him, he sighed helplessly. Since they want to give two people a chance, they should get to know each other better.

Reassuring himself in this way, An walked into Jinhua all the way.

The day's work was busy and fulfilling. By the way, she took out the design inspiration from the morning and slowly revised it.

Seeing the dress gradually becoming real and textured in his hands, An Yuanyuan smiled subconsciously, thinking about what Wen Feixing would look like if he wore this dress, the phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID on the phone, An Yuanyuan was slightly startled.

Just thinking of Wen Feixing, the other party called. Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

For a moment, An Yuanyuan forgot to answer the phone, and let the bell rang there.

When she finally realized that she wanted to answer the phone, the person over there had already hung up the phone, and the door of her office was pushed open immediately.

Wen Feixing walked in hurriedly and looked at An Yuanyao, who smiled foolishly.

"Why don't you answer the phone? I thought something happened to you."

The original atmosphere seemed to be pretty good, why did the scene become so embarrassing as soon as Wen Feixing said it.

"I think it's because you overreacted. What could happen to me? Did I die here suddenly, or will I be attacked?"

Wen Feixing's face darkened.

"Okay, what are you talking about here?"

"Where am I talking nonsense, you are obviously too sensitive."

An Yuanyao said nonchalantly, but she didn't notice that Wen Feixing's face had changed again and again.

In order not to scare An Yuanyu, Wen Feixing said slowly, "Stop talking nonsense here, and there are some things that cannot be said casually."

An Yuanyao couldn't help laughing, "Since when did you become so superstitious, what did you call me just now?"

Wen Feixing originally wanted An Yuanyuan to pay attention to the safety situation around him, but he was afraid that An Yuanyuan would become more worried and be in a bad mood, so he swallowed his words and just smiled softly.

"Didn't you tell me not to squeeze your labor? This is not an invitation to eat."

"You, you really forget your duty."

Shen Muyan's voice made Wen Feixing frowned unconsciously.