After Zhao Heng glanced at the middle-aged man coldly, he hurriedly led Yu Xueyao upstairs.

Zhao Heng opened a private custom-made hall. Because it focuses on national style and uses the most traditional hand-embroidery and other craftsmanship, it is loved by some wealthy families.

Snow was suddenly famous for her long-flowered embroidery five years ago, and then she embroidered dresses for the mother of the country and the president.

It’s a pity that snow is low-key, and no one has seen her except for Zhao Heng and a few familiar people.

Because she only makes embroidery patterns and does not make ready-made clothes.

"We haven't seen each other for two years! You have sent me a lot of embroidery samples in the past two years. Every time you meet, you refuse on the pretext of something. It's really hard to see you. But I didn't expect you to come by yourself, and I didn't inform me before coming, so that the blind guy in the store would neglect you!" Zhao Heng said embarrassedly.

The shopkeeper had some minor problems, and he knew about this.

He hadn't made any big mistakes before, so he turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.

It turns out that he was too soft-hearted.

"Have you sent a lot of embroidery samples?" Yu Xueyao grabbed the key point in his words.

"yes!"

Yu Xueyao frowned, "Is there anything else? Take it to me and take a look!"

Zhao Heng didn't think much about it and got up and went to the warehouse to get it.

In fact, he didn't have the nerve to say that the embroidery samples she sent in the past two years were really not at her level.

He has not made it appear, but he has very few guests.

Unless you are looking for the name snow or have limited financial capabilities.

However, when he comes to his place, the worst one is the one with tens of millions of dollars. How could he choose this kind of embroidery without a grade?

"It's really her work." Yu Xueyao curled her lips and sneered, and she could recognize her at a glance.

"snow, wasn't this your embroidered?" Zhao Heng's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Can't you see it?"

Zhao Heng was stunned and said, "I have doubted it before, but..."

Yu Xueyao looked over, but Zhao Heng didn't explain too much.

Stupid, can you explain it clearly?

Yu Xueyao said, "In the future, I will deliver my embroidery pieces myself or let you pick them up. They will not be sent by express delivery. You can rest assured!"

Zhao Heng's eyes lit up and he said, "Are you in City A?"

"Yeah!" Yu Xueyao nodded.

Zhao Heng's assistant stared at Yu Xueyao for a long time and whispered, "Boss, there is a document that you want to sign!"

Zhao Heng nodded, "I'll come when I go."

Zhao Heng came back soon, but after he came back, he saw Yu Xueyao's eyes change, and he asked with uncertainty, "snow, are you Shen Yanchen's wife?"

"Yeah!" Yu Xueyao responded lightly.

Zhao Heng was inevitably disappointed. Some words were not said back then, but now there is no chance.

The two chatted for a while, and then Yu Xueyao got up and said goodbye.

After watching Yu Xueyao leave, Zhao Heng sighed inwardly and fired the middle-aged man behind the counter on the first floor.

"Boss, I really can't imagine that Yu Xueyao is just snow. She is so beautiful. People on the Internet say she is ugly. Are they blind?" Zhao Heng's assistant is a person who loves the Internet and usually reads a lot of gossip on the Internet.

He also knows something about Yu Xueyao.

"You said, is Shen Yanchen really dead?"

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Chapter completed!