Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

"Okay, senior brother," Shen Nuo stopped talking nonsense with him: "Is there anything wrong with the drawings I just gave you?"

As soon as she finished giving her the drawings, he called immediately.

She couldn't think of any other problems besides the design drawings.

"Yes." Zhao Yan looked at the drawing in front of him. The evening dress was composed of sharp dark lines. Even under the light as bright as day, the drawing seemed to exude evil power, as if it could swallow people completely.

Dark, evil.

He didn't need to make a pattern to know how shocking the finished product would be from this design.

but………

Zhao Yan frowned slightly: "What are you doing recently?"

Shen Nuo was stunned: "I didn't do anything. Why did senior brother suddenly ask like this?"

"Your design," Zhao Yan pointed out the crux: "Your mental state is not very good."

Few people know that in addition to being an excellent fashion designer, Zhao Yan is also a famous psychological counselor - Eric.

"Zhao Yan, Senior Brother Zhao," Shen Nuo said helplessly, "put aside your professionalism as a psychological counselor and use your professionalism as a fashion designer to measure this design. Are there any problems with it?"

"No, but..."

"Okay," Shen Nuo interrupted him: "Since there is no problem, then I will hang up. My mental state is good. Senior brother, just relax. Bye."

After saying that, Shen Nuo didn't give him a chance to speak and decisively pressed the end button.

Fashion Paris, President's Office, Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard the "beep beep beep" sound coming from his mobile phone, and then he almost fell down in anger.

"Shen! Xiao! Nuo!" He gritted his teeth, his handsome face filled with anger, and his face was too pale.

As soon as Alice opened the door and came in, she saw Zhao Yan, whose expression was extremely bad. His steps suddenly stopped and he stepped back cautiously.

Zhao Yan's cold eyes immediately shot over: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that she couldn't run away, Alice silently mourned for herself a few times in her heart, and then approached Zhao Yan with a flattering look on her face: "Mr. Zhao, is Vice President Zhang here again?"

"Which Vice President Zhang?"

"Vice President Zhang Yuezhang, YN's Vice President and Director of Marketing Operations Department, is here to discuss with you the products to be launched next quarter."

"YN," a strange and unpredictable smile appeared on Zhao Yan's face: "Where is he now?"

"Mr. Zhao," Alice said worriedly, "You don't want to cause trouble, do you?"

Zhao Yan smiled very gently at this moment: "To be honest, I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to cause trouble."

Alice: "…………"

Mr. Shen, help! ! ! Mr. Zhao is going to be a pervert! !

Shen Nuo didn't know about Alice's request for psychological help. After hanging up the phone, she stretched and couldn't help but yawn.

Too many things have happened in this time, too many mysteries have been solved, emotions have been ups and downs, and the design has been rewritten and rewritten, until today it was completely completed.

When she saw the finished product, to be honest, she was a little surprised. After the surprise, she felt helpless.

Her works will largely reflect her mental state and emotions during this period, which she can avoid, but when her emotions condense to a certain extent, she sometimes cannot control them.

When the finished product came out, she originally didn't want to give it to Zhao Yan. With her understanding of him, he must be able to see something.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the call came.

Shen Nuo sighed softly, and when everything was over, he might as well go out for a walk and relax.

Otherwise, if you really make yourself depressed, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

If you can live, you should live well. When you really can't live, think about death again.

There was a knock on the door, Shen Nuo turned around and saw a man pushing the door open and walking in.

"I haven't allowed you to come in yet." She said lazily.

Qin Siyu's thin lips curled up slightly: "Do you need me to go out and knock again?"

Shen Nuo was speechless for a moment: "Are you free?"

"Not idle."

Shen Nuo had a "you are sick" expression on his face.

Qin Siyu smiled softly: "It's time to have dinner, let's go down."

Shen Nuo was not actually hungry, but based on her understanding of this man, she would definitely have to deal with him for a while if she refused, and she was too lazy to compete with him.

With this brain cell, wouldn't it be good for her to think of other things?

"Okay." She said.

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand was held. She turned to look at him, and he whispered, "Can I hold her hand?"

Shen Nuo: "...You're holding me back, how can I still say no?"

"Yes," he said, "but I will try my best to convince you."

His elegant, gentle and talkative appearance made Shen Nuo feel uncomfortable just looking at him.

"Can you be normal?" She frowned: "This abnormality of yours makes me feel like you are holding back something bad, which makes me a little panicked."

Qin Siyu's expression was slightly stagnant, and the gentle and elegant expression on his face finally disappeared.

He looked down at her, his handsome face cold and indifferent: "Don't you like gentle men? I can do that too."

"Who told you..." Before he finished speaking, Shen Nuo suddenly remembered that Xia Qing left first today, and paused, "Xia Xia?"

Qin Siyu said nothing.

Shen Nuo took a deep breath and beat a certain little woman ten thousand times in his heart.

Stinky Xia Xia, dig holes for me.

"What else did she say to you?" Shen Nuo asked.

"It's nothing," Qin Siyu said with unpredictable emotions, "I just said a lot of nonsense."

Shen Nuo glanced at him: "Your expression doesn't look like nonsense."

"It affects my mood, it's just nonsense."

Shen Nuo: "..." Very good, very powerful. She couldn't refute this reason.

Originally she wasn't hungry, but looking at this table of her favorite dishes, she felt hungry again.

When she felt the familiar taste in her mouth, she turned her head: "Did you make it?"

Qin Siyu ate slowly and gracefully, and his movements were elegant and dignified. At first glance, he had the table manners that a child of an aristocratic family had cultivated since childhood, and every word and deed could be regarded as a model of etiquette.

Hearing this, he swallowed the food in his mouth slowly and looked up at her: "Isn't it delicious?"

"No." Shen Nuo lowered his head.

Qin Siyu smiled: "That's good."

"However," Shen Nuo said calmly: "You are a young master who has no fingers in the spring water. You have many people to serve you, why should you condescend to cook every day."

"When I was three years old, I stood on the stove." Qin Siyu's voice was cold, with a hint of coolness and cleanliness like a mountain spring, which made people feel comfortable listening.

He didn't say much. After saying this, he fell silent again.

Shen Nuo was slightly startled, not knowing what to say, so he lowered his head.

The dinner ended in silence. After the meal, the two walked around in the back garden before returning to the bedroom.

Qin Siyu has always been busy. Shen Nuo can feel the fatigue he occasionally shows, but she doesn't know what he is insisting on.