Juliet Tower

Qiao Yumian tried An Jiayu's aunt's skill in high school, and the sword is not old yet.He was so hungry that he drank a small bowl of thick chestnut and walnut porridge in a few gulps.

An Jiayu handed him sweet corn salad and fried cod sticks wrapped in a golden omelet, and got up to refill a bowl of porridge for him.

While eating, Qiao Yumian downloaded a copy of the company's leave application form, ticked it off, made up yesterday's leave application form and applied for today by the way, and then sent a copy to the HR department and his immediate leader.

Before the meal was finished, the screen popped up as an incoming call.

It has been more than three years since he joined the company as an intern in his senior year. He is a model worker who does not take annual leave. This is the first time he took the initiative to ask for sick leave.

"Qiao Yumian, are you alright? Health?" The boss of the logistics department was obviously frightened, so he asked for warmth in person, "Is it serious? Are you hospitalized?"

Qiao Yumian couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not serious. I just caught a cold, and something happened at home, so I want to rest for two days."

"Oh...then you rest...but over there in Nairobi..."

"I will deal with the emails. The farm has been resolved a few days in advance. I have given them a new timetable. I watched them implement it for a few days. As long as the operation is standardized, there will be no problem. The logistics that we cooperate with over there will end this year. There may be a new charging standard, and our dedicated line can talk slowly... um, um... um..."

An Jiayu sat opposite him with her chin propped up, and put the bowls and chopsticks with him, she didn't eat or move, she just stared at him.

Qiao Yumian finally hung up the call: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I haven't seen you working..." The man stirred the warm porridge in front of him without any hassle, and anyone could see that he was hiding something in his heart.

Just as he was about to ask a question, Su Ruike's name appeared on the vibrating phone screen again.

Having been yelled at early in the morning by her, Qiao Yumian hesitated and chose to pick it up, probably looking for him for work.

"Hey, Qiao Yumian, I really didn't mean to bother you... But there is something urgent, can you come to the studio? A client wants to see you."

"See me?" He looked up at An Jiayu, who mouthed to tell him that you are busy.

"A wedding dress brand, their design director happened to be on a business trip here on Valentine's Day. They lived in Chuqing and received our flower box. They contacted me the day before yesterday, and they were looking for a fabric flower company for their new fashion show. Say you want to meet the designer of the flower box."

"I'm not a professional. I mainly want to use our roses. Let the florist give them advice, right?"

"You are the main designer of the flower box, and our florist's English is not very good, and their design director can't speak Chinese very well. Isn't it better for you to come and communicate with him directly than through two translators... I will be fine after you communicate. Continue to talk about cooperation." Su Ruike explained, "This opportunity is good for us."

"Okay. Then I'll go there now."

"I'll see you off." An Jiayu's hearing is very keen, and Su Ruike's loud voice was heard by him.

"Well, I hurry up."

"Don't worry, I have nothing else but time." The violinist shrugged.

Qiao Yumian opened the suitcase, he packed his clothes in a hurry, and all the worn and unworn clothes were rolled up in the suitcase.

"Come back and wash it, wear mine." An Jiayu opened the cabinet door, happily took out a slightly formal black suit from the closet, turned around and compared it to him, the workmanship was so meticulous that it was hand-made at a glance: "Wear this when meeting clients. White shirt, black cufflinks..."

"...Not so..." Qiao Yumian looked at the cabinet with his head tilted, reached over his shoulder, and took off a simple light gray casual style from the bar behind him, "Where is the T-shirt? There is no pattern on it." That white T, and black trousers...?"

An Jiayu stood in front of him and hid, rubbed his ears, gently pulled away the collar of his loose home clothes and pointed at his neck, "Are you sure you want to wear a T-shirt?"

Qiao Yumian glanced at the mirror, a little disgusted with her white skin.Those sucked red ones are particularly conspicuous, and there is one on the side that is a bit high.

"Then... it's still a shirt..." He had no choice but to compromise.

Qiao Yumian sat in the co-pilot and crouched temporarily, and turned to the official website and information of the client company.The wedding dress brand originated from the UK, the founder is Chinese, and the current design director is also a 30-year-old Chinese woman.

He was concentrating on his mobile phone and doing his homework seriously. He didn't notice that the driver beside him was looking sideways at him. The marks on his neck were barely covered, but the edge of the collar of his shirt was about the same height as the hickey marks. The red edge is more imaginative than direct exposure.

I missed the rush hour and the road conditions were good, but the novice driver was distracted by his half bottle of vinegar driving skills and arrived after 10 minutes.

Qiao Yumian put away her phone, and when she unbuckled her seat belt, she naturally glanced at An Jiayu, who happened to be looking at him too.

They were both stunned, and at the same time saw the incredible in each other's eyes.

Time was slightly stagnated by the weak but soft string music, Qiao Yumian realized at this moment that people can feel like crying when they can't help but want to laugh.

Life doesn't seem to have any great meaning. It's just me sending you to work and you waiting for me to go home. It's so bleary and ordinary, but it seems so difficult to them.

An Jiayu was the first to recover, patted the back of his hand and urged, "Go, wait for you."

"En." Qiao Yumian got off the car with some reluctance.He has to slowly get used to the fact that the one he loves is by his side.

Pushing the door open and walking into the studio, he found that he hadn't been here in just over ten days, and there were some new changes here.A wooden table was added to the back garden, which was in full bloom, and it looked like Su Ruike's careful trick.Holding a transparent teacup in her hand, she was chatting happily with two men and a woman in suits and leather shoes.When she saw him through the glass, she raised her hand and shook her hand. Several strangers turned their heads at the same time, and several eyes looked at Qiao Yumian from head to toe.

The door was not closed, and "wow" came in unison. The little girl who was usually in charge of the official Weibo was cutting a video at the desk, and she was so frightened by them that her hands shook: "Damn!"

"This is the designer of the flower box?" The only female guest spoke first. Qiao Yumian just read her personal introduction. This is the outstanding wedding dress designer, who is very popular. He has designed many famous stars before. Red carpet dresses.

Qiao Yumian greeted politely, shook hands one by one, and got straight to the point.

In short, at the wedding dress fashion week in mid-April, the brand's new product show needs an eye-catching cloth design.

"The venue is outdoors, and the inferior texture of fake flowers and plants will be obvious in the sun. Moreover, our new season's dozen new yarns are all simple and natural tailoring designs, using a large area of ​​Chantilly lace and weaving rose flower patterns. You are a good match."

As the other party said, he took out a transparent airtight bag from the bag, inside which was sealed a piece of pure white lace the size of a handkerchief, delicate and thin, as soft as nothing, the sunlight left a light gray shadow directly below, Qiao Yumian's palm fell into the A delicate outline of roses.

"Nowadays most wedding dresses are too heavy and gorgeous, and it's hard to wear. The wedding should be a very enjoyable thing. Our theme this season is 'Flora Afternoon Garden'. I hope the girls' weddings will be like A dreamy and cozy afternoon tea." She looked around, "It's like your place, it's very fragrant and beautiful. I heard you planted it yourself?"

"Hmm." Qiao Yumian picked flowers, paying the most attention to the smell.He doesn't like the classic myrrh fragrance, but prefers the fruity fragrance. Once the wind blows, the yard is filled with a sweet smell.

Flora is the god of flowers in mythology, bringing the spring of revival of all things, brewing sweet love, and roses are indeed a match made in heaven, Qiao Yumian probably understands her proposition.

"The plan can be made before next week, but the floor plan and photos of the venue are needed. If the amount of flowers is large, please contact our Kenyan flower farm a few days in advance." He briefly browsed the new wedding dresses, most of which were white and beige.They can provide dozens of varieties of roses in these two colors alone.

The translator next to the design director seemed to be not only a translator, but also an assistant. He moved his finger, and the picture file Qiao Yumian wanted appeared in the mailbox of the confession.

He opened the photo and handed it to Su Ruike, who glanced at it and nodded slightly.

A site of this size is quite a challenge for the studio.They are not a pure flower art studio. The focus of their work on weekdays is to promote the brand, so there are only three professional flower art artists.But the opportunity to cooperate with an international brand is rare, and it seems that they, Mr. Su, don't want to let it go.

She turned her head and asked Qiao Yumian: "I'm asking for someone from your manager, you have to stay by my side during this time."

He nodded: "Talk, let me know the result."

They shared similar interests, and the time passed without knowing it, and it was already two hours after seeing off the guests.

Qiao Yumian just opened the door to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by Su Ruike: "Where are you going!" Mr. Su, who had a shrewd and capable face just now, instantly switched to the private gossip mode.

"Is there anything else?" The delay was longer than expected, he was afraid that An Jiayu would wait.

"That... his hand?" Su Ruike asked cautiously.

"Didn't you refute the rumors, your hands are fine. Take a break for now."

"I don't know who to believe if the words on the Internet are true or false. It's fine...then, you two... are you okay?" The girl heard that An Jiayu was fine, so she began to gossip in peace.

"...I have something to do." Qiao Yumian's arm was dragged by her, she raised her head and pointed to the side of the road with her chin, "He is waiting for me."

"Damn, he's here! Why don't you let him come in and sit down and support us!!" Su Ruike ran towards the car on her high heels, obviously just nodding her acquaintance, but Not at all reserved.

Qiao Yumian closed the door behind her, and heard her excited voice: "An Jiayu! Do you still remember me?"

The violinist lowered the window, looked at the girl carefully for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "I remember, but she is even more beautiful. I dare not recognize her on the road."

Even Su Rui's pungent temper couldn't stand this sudden flirt.

Qiao Yumian stopped, and couldn't help laughing when she saw her boss blushing.

"I won't delay you, see you next time, come to the studio to play when you have time!" Seeing him getting into the car, Su Ruike took the initiative to take a step back and waved to them.

An Jiayu closed the window while starting the engine, then frowned and looked at him: "What smell..."

Qiao Yumian was taken aback: "Huh?"

The other party approached him and sniffed it vigorously: "It's perfume."

It probably belonged to the design director just now. Qiao Yumian wanted to shake her hand when saying goodbye, and didn't want to be hugged by the other party.

An Jiayu squinted his eyes, touched the front pocket of his suit, moved his index and middle fingers, and took out a card from it, shaking it in front of his eyes: "It's her smell, Christine Wang."

While Qiao Yumian was in a daze, An Jiayu lowered the car window again, and accurately threw the card into the trash can next to Su Ruike.

The author says:

It’s just that I’m fascinated by the fact that two people are similar in size and can wear clothes with each other... (Thinking of Xiaoyu watching Xiao Qiao put on his own clothes, I drool on his behalf)