Is Yin Baiyan asking him for Yin Mo's face?

Or is his exception more or less... related to her?

His heartbeat broke down for a moment. Yan Xiaye closed the computer at a loss and secretly mocked himself for being passionate.

The wedding of the uncle and Miss Yin Mo is scheduled to be a month later. Maybe the man is just bored and makes an exception. Who knows?

The next second, the phone buzzed and vibrated on the coffee table.

Yan Xiaye didn't look at the caller ID, and his thoughts were still stuck in the project, and he almost unconsciously answered: "Hello, who?"

"Xia Ye, I am Li Yuntang." On the other side of the phone, the man's low magnetic voice was as always, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the studio..." Yan Xiaye didn't react. When his thoughts were a little clearer, he immediately expressed his gratitude to the project: "I saw that project, it was really perfect. Thank you for your hard work.

”

"Yeah, I like it very much?"

“I like it very much.”

The man seemed to be driving, and smiled as if he had said something, "It's good to like it, it's not in vain that I'll change all night."

Yan Xiaye was already very worried about the project. He was even more flattered when he heard it and said hesitantly: "Actually, there is no need to worry so much. The teacher said he is very experienced, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a project..."

Halfway through his words, Yan Xiaye pursed his lips in annoyance, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get into it.

She originally intended that Li Yuntang didn't want him to be too tired, but why did the effect of the words be so weird, as if she was saying that Li Yuntang was meddling in other people's business?

"Uncle, I don't mean that..."

"I know." Li Yuntang interrupted her explanation with a chuckling, and said lightly as if nothing had happened: "It was originally written for you to read it alone."

A moment ago, Yan Xiaye was still smiling and laughing at her self-indulgent guess.

A moment later, her guess was verified in her mouth.

It turns out that everything is not just her self-indulgent.

But, what is this?

Holding the phone and being silent for a long time, Yan Xiaye suppressed the sadness and confusion in his heart, and thought about it repeatedly like a coward, but finally decided not to delve into it: "Uncle, are you still listening?"

"Um."

The man didn't mind her distractedness and changed the topic with ease: "Have you thought about the candidate to endorse Ye Yan?"

"Not yet." When it comes to work, Yan Xia Ye can finally put aside those messy thoughts and concentrate on his worries: "Although Ye Yan is considered a sub-brand of the Yin family, his positioning is completely different from the gorgeous tone of the Yin family.

The expenses of first-tier celebrities are too high, and using internet celebrities makes them look inadequate…”

In the corridor of an apartment, Li Yuntang reached out and pressed the elevator floor, and said to his cell phone, "Hang it first, I'll listen to you later."

He jumped quickly, and she glanced at the man's slender legs wrapped in suit pants, hesitated for a long time. When she slowly raised her eyes, she just hit a pair of bottomless narrow and long ink pupils.

Perhaps it was the pressure that was about to face tomorrow that made her fragile. At this moment, Yan Xiaye pursed her lips and felt a little sour.

She found that no matter what they had experienced, when Li Yuntang appeared in front of her, he would always be as profound as the first meeting, unpredictable and unspeakable.

It seems that those complicated moods of tossing and turning are all her own show, and they are never seen by men from beginning to end.

Realizing this, she lowered her eyes and forced the corners of her lips. Reason defeated her emotions again, and the price she paid was that her heartbeat was a bit heavier.

Yes, compared to Jianghai’s thousands of socialites, she is just a mere word of mouth. How can those unspeakable thoughts be treated by the famous Erye Li of Jianghai?

Li Yuntang raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. With his experience of seeing countless people, he could naturally see Yan Xiaye's emotions changing in a blink of an eye. His eyes, which were clearly black and white, were looking at him purely, as if he was really just her.

The elders you respect.

This feeling...he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Uncle, why are you..." Yan Xiaye wanted to ask why he came, but then he thought of the public opinion on Weibo that had not yet subsided, and immediately smiled bitterly and stopped talking.

Some of the rumors on Weibo came from classmates and old friends she hadn't seen for a long time. Many of the things were half true and half false, so they looked particularly credible.

She never thought about whom she would explain it to.

But now when she saw Li Yuntang, she stammered and wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Five years ago, too many past events.

She didn't know what she was in a man's heart, but she was still afraid that he would look down on her because of this.

Li Yuntang's thoughts were interrupted by her. He looked at the little woman's eagerness to speak but stopped and smiled faintly: "No need to explain, I believe you."

Yan Xiaye opened her mouth silently. She could not tell whether Li Yuntang’s belief was true or false, but she was just upset that her own thoughts were seen through.

Just as I was struggling, I heard the man's slightly cramped magnetic voice in my ears: "Summer night, don't you invite me in and sit?"

In the guest room, Yan Xiaye went to the kitchen to bring back the black tea. When she came back, she saw the man's tall and elegant figure staying next to the exhibition cabinet, obviously admiring the designs she had done in person.

Compared with the Yin family’s century-old brand, Ye Yan has just started. After she and Yin Baiyan agreed, the price of mass-produced single products was finally set at around 20,000 yuan, and the limited edition was available at a different price to try to meet the needs of urban petty-bourgeois people.

For a genius figure like Li Yuntang, Yan Xiaye knew very well that his design was too immature and was not worthy of special attention from men.

Walking behind the man with light steps, Yan Xiaye handed over black tea, preparing to follow the unfinished conversation on his phone: "About the spokesperson..."

"Xia Ye thinks, how am I?"

Yan Xiaye blinked his eyes, but for a while he didn't understand what the man meant: "What's the matter?"

Li Yuntang looked at her stupid look, chuckled and opened the glass, and took out an exquisite sapphire earring from it.

This jewelry, which symbolizes vast and mysterious, coincides with the man's dark and narrow eyes.

Yan Xiaye still didn't understand what a man meant, but his cheeks suddenly became thinner and red.

This was her first time designing male jewelry. She couldn't deny it. When designing this earring, she was thinking about Li Yuntang.

Li Yuntang twisted the earrings with his slender fingertips, pulled Yan Xiaye's hand, and gently placed it in the palm of her hand.

The two stood opposite each other, and the distance was very close.

Yan Xiaye's heartbeats were chaotic, and the man's low voice was tempting, and he brushed her eardrums like feathers: "I will be the endorsement of Ye Yan, maybe you can bring it with me with your own hands."
Chapter completed!