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The woman's voice was soft and soft, floating in the ears through the invisible air, it felt like listening to a piece of lyrical music, and I felt a little drunk even without drinking.

The yellow lights in the noodle shop illuminated her face, the three-dimensional facial features were carved out, the skin was as white as pearls, and the eyes were as black as the morning stars in the night sky. Looking at such a dreamy face, Mengya almost forgot where she was.

Indulging in the beautiful visual enjoyment, thinking that he would not be discovered, he suddenly met the woman's gaze.

"By the way, I don't know what to call you yet."

Meng Ya was startled as if she had done something bad, she couldn't hide her guilty expression and looked away, she still remembered the other party's question in her panic, and then hurriedly took out her business card and handed it to the other party.

The woman took the business card, and glanced lightly at the name on the business card. Every gesture exuded a gentle and elegant temperament, and Meng Ya was unconsciously caught in the sight again.

"Huáng Mengya, that's a nice name."

The smile on the woman's face was getting warmer little by little, until the last layer of frost on her face melted, and only then did people discover the charming little dimple hidden at the corner of her mouth.

"Kim Eun-yeon is also a good name."

What Mengya said was the truth, Enyan accepted it with a smile, as if she was used to this praise.

Fashion design is also an art. Although Enyan has never dabbled in this field, she is somewhat interested in it.

"Which type of customers do clothing designs target?"

"We generally work with magazines or advertisers, so our clients are all entertainers in the entertainment industry."

No matter how beautiful a woman is or just an ordinary person, when she heard Mengya's answer, Enyan's reaction was the same as that of other people, but her surprise was not so obvious compared to ordinary people.

"Then you should know a lot of famous people?"

"It's about meeting many famous people. We know them, but they may not want to know us."

"makes sense."

It was that deadly smile again, Mengya seemed to feel a magic force pulling her gaze, making her gaze unconsciously rest on the faint dimple at the corner of her mouth.

The topic is like a bridge, which shortens the distance between the two of them a lot in one night. They walk from the noodle shop to the street, and a fate line is gradually tied between the two.

Meng Ya glanced at the woman walking beside her. The bright light of the street lamp was like colored foundation, which was painted on her beautiful face. They walked more than they said, but there was a tacit understanding between them. Perhaps this is the so-called hitting it off.

After closing her eyes that night, Mengya's head seemed to be plugged into a TV player, and she dreamed all night.

Mengya woke up at dawn and felt as if she had spent the longest night in history. Those unreal dreams took her from the poles of the earth to the horizon, as if a century had passed.

Meng Ya looked up at the clock on the wall, thinking that it had turned a century, but she woke up earlier than usual, so she had no choice but to get up, breaking the record and becoming the first person to arrive at the company.

I just made some time adjustments, and the things that followed were different. When I arrived at the company, from opening the door to turning on the lights, I walked around the company again. It turns out that without those two partners, the spacious space will be more spacious. Insert more loneliness.

Entering the room and sitting in her own seat in a daze, the morning has always been the most inspirational moment for her, but today her head seems to have the intention of going on strike, even though she is at her post, she has no intention of operating.

Meng Ya casually browsed a few webpages absent-mindedly in front of the computer. A thought was like a sudden light, which lifted her spirits and slowly regained her lost focus.

She immediately entered the five words "Jin Enyan Gallery" in the search box, and several recommended URLs appeared on the screen in seconds. Mengya clicked in one by one, and accidentally spent the whole morning like this.

At four o'clock in the evening, Yuan Yifan saw Mengya walking out of the room carrying a handbag. To this workaholic, leaving work at this time is definitely a rare occurrence in a hundred years. Unexpectedly, it hit Mengya's heart in one sentence.

"Are you leaving so early today to meet someone? A date?"

This tone of voice is sarcasm disguised as concern.

When did Yuan Yifan become so domineering, not only like a housekeeper who likes to get involved in both public and private affairs, but also his tone of voice as if he had added chili powder, making people very uncomfortable.

"Your words reminded me, did you have a good date with Jianming last night?"

Regardless of whether Mengya was intentional or not, Yuan Yifan's landmine was detonated by her just like this. After the woman roared at her like a gust of wind, she ran back to her room angrily.

The result of triggering a landmine is often inexplicable death.

Ren Jianming, who came out hearing the commotion outside, looked helpless like a mediocre soldier watching the scene of the fire battle. When the woman who smelled of gunpowder walked away, Meng Ya passed by Ren Jianming, beckoning him To clean up the mess left behind.

Searching along the address on the business card, after asking a few people along the way, Mengya finally arrived at Enyan's work place.

Mengya went up the stairs and approached the glass door step by step slowly, with the feeling of sneaking into a private base, until the moment when she raised her hand to press the doorbell, her heart accelerated more and more, as if she wanted to escape from her mouth. Feeling like jumping out.

I have already come here to think whether it will be abrupt to visit. It is as contradictory as I approached the restaurant and found out that it is not time to eat. Fortunately, her fingers can still show enough courage to press the doorbell without hesitation. button.

Not long after the doorbell rang, a young woman opened the door, and seeing a strange woman who came out to answer the door, Mengya's confidence began to waver.

"Is this Kim Eun-yeon's gallery?"

When a beautiful woman from an idol drama suddenly appeared in front of the door, the woman would just stand in a daze as if someone had chosen the wrong seat, forgetting the proper way to greet guests.

The woman's reaction made Mengya doubt her own bad sense of direction.

"Is there a painter named Kim Eun-yeon here..."

The lower and lower the volume of her words was like her self-confidence slowly diminishing, she became more and more convinced that she was in the wrong place and touched the wrong door.

"Ah, you are Mr. Jin's guest, welcome, please come in."

Things went beyond expectations again, the woman who reacted strangely seemed to suddenly understand human language, opened the door as wide as possible, and invited Meng Ya to come in.

"I'm sorry, I actually didn't make an appointment with Teacher Jin. If she's busy, I won't bother you. Just leave her a message."

Successfully found the base and prepared to withdraw the team before starting to explore. While Mengya despised her cowardice, she also found countless reasonable reasons for herself to back down.

"It's okay, since you're here, I'll ask the teacher for you, may I ask the guest's name?"

"My surname is huang, huang Mengya."

"Miss Huang, please sit down first, I will go to the teacher right away."

Meng Ya saw the woman's friendly attitude and a pleasant smile, and saw that the enthusiastic woman had already walked into the room, thinking that she would be safe when she came, so she sat down and waited calmly.

After just a while, before the sofa was warmed up, Mengya heard the sound of the door opening, and saw the woman coming out of the room, and then walking towards her quickly.

"Teacher, please wait for her for 15 minutes. Why don't I show you the gallery first, Ms. Huang please."

Like a child going to school for the first time, Mengya stood up passively, her silly expression reminded the woman of those cute cats in the video, and she couldn't help feeling more fond of the guests in front of her.

They walked in a long, seemingly endless corridor, and they would see a painting hanging on the wall about two steps away. While leading the way, the woman also professionally explained the meaning of each painting.