By the end of the banquet, it was already dark outside, and the raindrops under the street lights were as beautiful as snow.

Yan Han looked around the car window and looked all the way. Mr. Xi was reading the emails on the side. He didn't have time to pay attention to her, so she didn't take the initiative to chat.

After they arrived at the place where she lived together, Xi Quan naturally lived here.

When she got on the elevator, she asked, "Are you busy with work? Will you leave tomorrow?"

"Um."

“Morning and evening?”

"noon."

“…”

I used to think that the problem between them was that they had little communication and almost had little communication, but now I suddenly felt that communication sometimes was too choked, this money-making machine that had no feelings.

Yan Han walked out of the elevator and swiped his card to enter the room.

Although the residence here is temporarily rented, Yan Han did not feel wronged. The house with a few hundred square meters has a great view. The weather is good and you can see the charming night view of Paris in the city. It also has a studio just like a domestic wedding room.

But she obviously had no energy to draw pictures tonight, so she lay down on the bed after washing up.

When Xi Quan was about to go to bed, he saw that she was sleeping with her eyes closed. He paused, then suppressed some thoughts in his heart and slept alone.

However, Mr. Xi was lying down and found a remote control to close the curtains.

Yan Han opened his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"You haven't slept?"

"Well, what are you doing?"

"Quarrel."

"I'm listening to the sound of rain."

“…”

The two looked at each other with one high and one low, and Yan Han saw from someone Xi's eyes that "You can do such non-human things."

She laughed for no reason and closed her eyes lazily, "It's very quiet, you shouldn't be sleepy when you make a noise. The sound of rain in Paris is naturally romantic, and I listen to it when I sleep alone."

After two seconds of quiet, he seemed to have not moved yet and had not returned to sleep, Yan Han opened his eyes again.

At that moment, the man who was standing above her suddenly possessed himself, his palm slid into the quilt. She froze slightly, and then the man's kiss fell into her ears with a soft and hot breath, "I'm not sleepy, listen to it while doing it, I'm sleepy after doing it."

"?"

The rain became heavier in the middle of the night, and it was really noisy when it hit the glass.

Yan Han was in a daze until dawn. When he woke up, he was just noon. When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of heavy rain all over the world.

Yan Han was stunned for a moment, but she hadn't stopped yet? She turned her head and looked beside her. Mr. Xi was still there, but she looked like she had washed up.

She leaned closer and asked, "Have your flight been delayed?"

“Private jet.”

"That won't fly?"

"Um."

Yan Han sighed and got up to wash. After more than half an hour, the rain had not diminished yet. She walked to the window and opened the curtains, "Awesome, this is to let Mr. Xi eat and live for free."

When the man on the bed who was processing emails on his cell phone heard this, Mei Feng moved slightly and whispered: "Didn't serve you last night?"

Yan Han was stunned, then blushed and walked over and picked up the pillow and beat him up, "I'll say something, go out to sleep on the street immediately. Go and cook! Look at the phone."

Mr. Xi, who was looking at a contract of billions of dollars, smiled faintly and put his pillow on.

Yan Han followed out of the room and the man asked, "What should I eat?"

“Look at what’s in the refrigerator.”

Yan Han is usually busy, but he doesn’t go to the company all the time. She can draw pictures and make clothes at home all day, so she occasionally cooks.

She bought a lot of things yesterday at noon, and was a little prepared at that time, thinking that this person might have a meal here.

After looking at the refrigerator, Yan Han said, "I'll go to work, you cook." She ordered a few dishes, and then looked at him, "How about it? What else do you want to eat?"

Xi Quan shook his head, "I like to eat them all."

Yan Han paused slightly, then he came to his senses and realized that she had habitually said what he liked to eat. This ghost habit was not there usually and he didn't realize he wanted to change it.

After a few seconds of quiet, she left the kitchen, "Oh, then you do it."

Mr. Xi didn't say anything, and even felt a little comfortable. After all, a few days passed, and he finally felt a little warmth from his wife.

Yan Han ignored the matter in the kitchen and went directly to the studio and closed the door.

Xi Quan knew how to cook, and she didn't know about this at first. Until the time when she got married, Mr. Xi, who was late from work, was having sex in the kitchen. After she appeared, she gave her an extra bowl.

She moved her, but she didn't expect that the president who was a big boss who was a member of Xi's family could cook and did a good job.

Later, she relied on him to make a whole table and have dinner together.

Although he is usually indifferent and taciturn and doesn't love you, he is from a big family like Xi, and he is full of gentlemanly temperament. When she shouted, she asked him to cook with interest, so he did it. He went to the supermarket after get off work that day, bought a few items and made it once after going home, three dishes and one soup.

Although she didn't understand her preferences at all, she was full of enthusiasm for him at that time, and although she was careful not to reveal it, she admired her face whatever he did, and it was very good, so she had a pleasant dinner.

But within two days later, the dog man began to lose his home and gradually resumed his pre-marital life and lived in a house near his company.

Gradually, she had to start her life before marriage, going home alone, having dinner alone, and watching the stars in the huge villa in the mountains alone.

The only difference between her and her is that because she likes him, she goes back to their wedding house every day. She has the awareness of being a family when she gets married, but he doesn't. He doesn't think it's necessary to go back. He feels convenient to live in his own house nearby.

It was the first time she had eaten the meal she cooked after the last meal, which was rare.

After entering the studio, Yan Han walked to a model stand and did the final work in front of a white dress.

This one was what she was planning to wear at Paris Early Spring Fashion Week next month. From design to ready-to-wear, she did it herself. It took a month to finally finish her work.

Sixteen's style is her personal favorite style, with high luxury base elegance and exquisiteness, so this one is the same. Paris Fashion Week is the most heavyweight of the four major shows. She attaches great importance to it, and it is the first show after setting up a studio in Paris.

When the company was only in China, she was very good at making a name for herself and had a great reputation abroad. She was also one of the best people in the various high-profile circles of socialites in Taipei City.

Now that one foot is standing in the gate of the hall, of course it will make a big splash.

Yan Han turned around the skirt a few times, admired it carefully, and felt quite satisfied.

The whole skirt is white, and the characteristics are all about the details. The surface looks nothing, but when you look closely, it is very charming. Moreover, the skirt is not decorated with other colors of jewelry, and only a piece of pearl is laid on the hem of the skirt. She knocked it on one by one by one. At this time, the whole piece looks very atmospheric, high-end, and breathtaking.

It should be a bad idea to wear. At that time, the design drawings were released, and several directors of the company even said that You Yan was beautiful and full of aura.

Before I knew it, after staying alone in the studio for one hour, Mr. Xi suddenly came in with his phone and called her to have dinner.

Yan Han said wait a moment and let him eat first.

Seeing this, Xi Quan, who was outside, had his phone hung up again, walked directly to the door of the studio and gently pressed the door handle to open it.

In the huge studio with four wall lights on, a tall and graceful figure in the center was wearing a luxurious dress barefoot under the lamp, spinning around in circles.

Xi Quan was slightly dismissed.

Yan Han was addicted to her skirt, which was so beautiful. The dress was low-cut and there was a gauze on his chest, but it looked very good no matter how you looked at it, and it was very attractive. The sound of pearls slapping when you turned around was super nice, like raindrops.

She was very satisfied and just now praised herself without hesitation.

Then she smiled and turned around in front of the mirror. When she turned halfway, she suddenly saw the person at the door. She stopped for a second and was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Xi Quan looked at the person inside without moving, looking at the graceful and seductive dress, his eyes wandering away from the graceful figure below her collarbone.

He slowly came back to his senses and said, "What are you doing? You've had a meal."

"I, I'll try the dress." Yan Han said, then went to look in the mirror again, and then asked the person who had not left at the door, "Is it good? I'll wear it next month's Paris Fashion Week."

No sound.

She turned around and raised her eyebrows, "Hmm? Mr. Xi, is it good-looking?"

Xi Quan said silently for a moment, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Yan Han was stunned. What does it mean? The truth? Does it mean that it is not good-looking?

She walked over with her skirt, wondering, "What's wrong? Why doesn't it look good? I think it looks good. I designed it myself and am planning to use it to kill everyone, why doesn't it look good?"

After saying that, she looked at the silent Xi Quan and silently felt his silent nod.

Yan Han inhale, narrowing his beautiful eyes, "Why? Something is wrong or is it not good overall? Tell me about it."

Xi Quan's eyes fell on her.

He is very tall, his figure and face are produced according to the drawings, and they are impeccable. The height difference between Yan Han and him is quite perfect. When he stands in front of him, he needs to raise his head slightly.

At this moment, the man's narrow and bright eyes lowered his eyes. Yan Han waited seriously, waiting for several seconds. Seeing his eyes wandering on her collarbone for a moment, she looked away and then she asked, "What's wrong? I'll change it as soon as possible. Is it the collar?"

Xi Quan went out, "I don't know what to say."

Yan Han: "??? You just say it casually, don't be very professional. I still believe in your vision. After all, the president has given many dinners. Come back, Se Quan."

"Let's have dinner, I'm hungry."

"You scumbag, or you just don't say it!"
To be continued...