He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beichen flipped through the two drawings: "I like it very much."

Qiao Wangshu turned his head and smiled at him.

For the next few days, Qiao Wangshu was busy playing with the brooch and cuff.

Apart from making soup for her, Mo Beichen just sat beside her and kept her company.

She would measure herself against him from time to time.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether they compare or not, it’s not about clothes or something like that. Qiao Wangshu just wants to make him happy.

The brooch is ready.

The cufflinks haven't been made yet.

Someone couldn't wait to wear that brooch to the consortium.

He seldom wears a brooch.

Unless the clothes are designed to be worn.

It's rare to see him wearing a brooch, and everyone finds it novel. Especially the gorgeous retro design, it really makes people's eyes light up. The key is, the big devil is showing off!

He deliberately touched her several times during the meeting.

Afraid that others won’t see it.

While negotiating with his partners, he was also touching his precious brooch.

The person in charge of the partner was also a smart guy. He noticed something and asked deliberately, "Where did you buy this brooch, Master San? It's very unique."

Mo Beichen remained calm, but his ears turned slightly red: "It was given to me by my fiancée."

The person in charge looked envious: "So it was sent by Miss Qiao. She has a unique vision."

Mo Beichen couldn't hide the boast on his face: "She made it herself, you can't buy it."

The person in charge of the other party was stunned, and then he started to flatter her: "So it was made by Miss Qiao herself. This craftsmanship should be kingfisher feathers, right? My wife likes this kind of retro jewelry very much, and we have collected a lot of it at home. But in terms of craftsmanship, yours is more gorgeous and exquisite than those in my collection. Miss Qiao is worthy of being the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. The craftsmanship of Mr. Qiao was well-known in the industry. It's a pity that I didn't understand it at that time and missed the opportunity to customize it..."

When Qiao Wanrou was alive, she ran a studio. Craftsmen who have inherited from generation to generation are usually a bit arrogant. She runs the studio as she pleases. It doesn't mean that you can buy private orders from her just because you have money. If she is in a bad mood and doesn't like you, she won't do business with you no matter how rich you are. But as long as she takes the order, she will definitely make you satisfied.

Qiao Wangshu was only twelve years old when she died.

The studio had to close.

Many intangible cultural heritage enthusiasts feel extremely sorry.

I didn't expect that the disciple would surpass the master.

The Qiao family's craftsmanship that had been passed down from generation to generation was finally passed down.

Others praised Qiao Wangshu.

Mo Beichen felt very comfortable listening to this.

His Shu Shu is the best.

The person in charge of the cooperation party saw that Third Master Mo couldn't hold back his smile, and he understood everything in his heart. He said with envy, "Third Master and Miss Qiao have a really good relationship. I'm afraid good things are coming soon, right?"

There are too many rumors about Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu in the outside world.

There are any versions.

No one thinks these two are in true love.

But now it seems that they clearly love each other.

Hearing this, the smile on Mo Beichen's lips suddenly froze.

Marry?

The last time I went back to the Qiao family, Shushu said in person that getting married is a complicated matter and needs to be done slowly.

The implication is that there is no rush.

It is probably impossible in a short period of time.

Mo Beichen's face suddenly changed. The person in charge of the cooperation party was not stupid either. He quickly laughed it off and changed the subject.

But Mr. Mo San was obviously absent-minded.

……

Since then, no matter whether they are employees of the consortium, partners of the consortium, bigwigs in the capital circle of Beijing, wives of wealthy families, sons of rich families, daughters of wealthy families... they can always see Mr. Mo San wearing the kingfisher brooch.

It is truly a high-end brand with a constant flow of products and an unshakable kingfisher feather brooch.

The origin of the precious brooch also spread throughout the capital, and it was made by the man’s fiancée herself.

A new version of the story came out between the two: It was said that the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, Qiao Wangshu, was as beautiful as a fairy, and Mr. Mo originally just wanted to play with her, but ended up losing his heart. The eldest daughter Qiao bewitched Mr. Mo, and now she is Mr. Mo's favorite. It was also said that the eldest daughter Qiao was very capable and bewitched Mr. Mo. She made a brooch for Mr. Mo, and Mr. Mo wore it every day like a treasure...

About rumors from the outside world.

Qiao Wangshu didn't know.

She had more important things to do tonight.

Dusk is coming.

Qiao Wangshu took Mo Beichen back to the room.

It was still Qiao Wangshu who went to take a shower first.

After Mo Beichen finished his shower and blew his hair dry in the bathroom, he came out in his pajamas. Qiao Wangshu was sitting on the small sofa with a blue velvet gift box in his hand.

Mo Beichen saw that she was not in bed, so he walked out. Seeing her sitting on the sofa, he walked over to her and said, "Shushu, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Qiao Wangshu turned his head and looked at him: "Achen, come here."

Mo Beichen walked around from behind the sofa and sat down next to her.

Qiao Wangshu handed him the gift box in his hand and said, "Open it and take a look."

The corners of Mo Beichen's cold mouth curved, and he opened the gift box with a "pop".

It is a pair of cufflinks inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

Mo Beichen had seen the drawings before, and he had also seen some of the process when she was making it, but this was the first time he had seen the finished product. Mother-of-pearl is also a kind of intangible cultural heritage, and its raw material is natural mother-of-pearl. In ancient my country, it was widely used in furniture, musical instruments, screens, boxes, basins, plates, wood carvings, etc. Especially when a daughter gets married, she will have a mother-of-pearl box as a dowry.

The colors are gorgeous and brilliant.

Low-key yet gorgeous.

Mo Beichen's bony fingers slowly stroked the two cufflinks, and he was obviously in a very good mood.

After a while.

He closed the box, placed it on the small coffee table nearby, turned sideways, lowered his head and stared intently into Qiao Wangshu's beautiful eyes.

His dark eyes were deep, adorned with the tiny lights shining down from above his head.

The sticky and lingering affection in the eyes is like a gentle deep spring that can drown people.

It has been more than two months since Qiao Wangshu was reborn.

From midsummer July to golden autumn October.

The affection and trust between each other are constantly increasing.

If it were more than two months ago, Mo Beichen would never show such affection in front of Qiao Wangshu. He has liked her for too many years, but he dared not express it because of her resistance. In the past, she would not even give him an extra glance. If he stared at her like this, she would have been angry and left. In order to stay with her for a while longer, he could only restrain his feelings for her and dared not show them at all.

Things are different now.

She said she liked him.

She admitted that they were an engaged couple.

She took him back to Qiao's house.

She was in her bedroom, helping him...

She tacitly allowed the nanny who watched her grow up to call him uncle.

She took all the personal belongings her mother had left her to his house and placed them in his safe.

She also made a gift for him.

……

Even if it's cheating on him.

This is such a clever and elaborate lie!

How could he not fall?

Even if she was not serious, he was willing to indulge in such a beautiful dream.