Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Under Aunt Song's caring eyes, Yan Ji carried breakfast and walked out the door. She seemed to have really compromised. Even Gu Chenye opened the passenger door and pretended not to see her.

But she didn't go to Gu's, but went directly to her studio. The person who was the co-pilot didn't exist.

It wasn't until Yan Ji's figure completely disappeared from sight that Gu Chenye was sure that he had been dumped. The man let out a 'ha' and took out his mobile phone to call Xie Fangze: "Come pick me up."

Xie Fangze predicted when he heard the address that Mr. Gu might have been dumped because of his wife's car. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he appeared near his wife's shop early in the morning and asked him to pick him up. He knew that the situation was worse than he expected - not only was he dumped, but he also didn't have a driver's license.

Looking at Gu Chenye's tense and gloomy face, Xie Fang was afraid of hitting the muzzle of the gun, so he opened the door in a particularly flattering manner, and he didn't even dare to take a breath along the way.

During the meeting, looking at a certain executive who was scolded so badly that he wanted to die to apologize, he felt that his decision in the morning was so wise. After the meeting, Xie Fang glanced at Gu Chenye's face and said tentatively. : "Mr. Gu, I went to the hospital to check my wife's psychiatric records. They have been printed out. Do you want..."

He held the diagnostic report in his hand, his whole body tensed up, his toes pointed outward, as if he was ready to run away at any moment.

Gu Chenye paused while flipping through the documents, then raised his eyes, his eyes were burning with secret fire. He was holding a gun and a stick as soon as he spoke: "Do you think your work content is too little, or your salary is too high, and you feel uneasy about it? It's a waste of time. To do something that is not part of your job?”

Xie Fang hurriedly said: "Sorry, Mr. Gu, I was wrong. I will go to work right away."

Afraid that if he was delayed for a second, his salary would be reduced. He hugged the folder in his arms tightly, like a frightened big mouse, turning around and running away.

"Wait." Gu Chenye stopped him.

Xie Fangze suddenly stopped and said, "Do you have any other instructions?"

The man pursed his lower lip: "Bring it here."

"……Oh well."

He stepped forward and presented the diagnosis report with both hands.

Gu Chenye opened it and looked down carefully line by line. His brows furrowed more and more as he read.

Seeing that he was silent, Xie Fang asked tentatively in a low voice: "Mr. Gu, am I going out?"

"She got sick when she was eighteen?"

"It should be, this report was issued at that time. I checked all the hospitals in Kyoto. Before this, my wife had no psychiatric diagnosis record."

"What causes it?"

"..." Xie Fangze was also helpless. If Mr. Gu hadn't been his immediate boss, he would have really wanted to roll his eyes. She wasn't his wife, so how could he have known: "My wife has not received psychological counseling, but has been suppressed for a period of time. The cause of the illness is unclear, but the doctor said she must have suffered a huge psychological trauma this year."

Gu Chenye: "..."

He didn't speak, and Xie Fangze didn't dare to leave. For a while, the only sound left in the office was the sound of paper being turned.

……

Yan Ji was very busy all day long, busy researching new fashion trends with Sheng Ruzhu, busy planning the store's direction and positioning for next year, busy sorting out customer lists, and designing invitations to annual meetings.

When it was time to get off work, an unexpected customer came to the store, Xu Yanli.

There was a gentle smile on the man's lips, and his eyelashes drooped, covering the look in his eyes: "Excuse me, can you design a men's dress?"

Men usually wear suits when attending banquets. A few accessories can make them look luxurious and formal. Therefore, except for celebrities and Internet celebrities who need to walk on the red carpet, most people just wear casual clothes.

Although she didn't know Xu Yanli, he must have a good family background to show up at yesterday's event. When looking for customization, he should go to well-known designers, not Yan Ji, who is unknown and has a lot of scandals. .

Yan Ji: "You want to see me if you have something to do?"

The man chuckled: "Is it a deal to ask you to customize clothes?" "..." Although he knew that this might be an excuse, Yan Jijuan had no reason to extrapolate the money sent to his door: "Forget it, what occasion should I wear it?"

As she asked, she took a pen and paper and wrapped the soft ruler on the table around her wrist.

Xu Yanli looked at her and faintly uttered two words: "Festival day."

"boom……"

It was Yan Ji who accidentally knocked over the cup on the table. Fortunately, he had anticipated such an accident before and was afraid of damaging the design draft, so the studio used cups with lids that could be screwed on.

When I heard the word 'Festival Day', that heavy burning feeling came to my heart again. It was as if my heart was being pinched by a pair of big hands. It was very painful and I couldn't breathe.

She opened her mouth, not knowing whether to hold the cup or ask questions first.

Xu Yanli straightened the cup before her, raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman's face: "You don't look so good. Did I say something that I shouldn't have said?"

"No," Yan Ji lowered his eyelashes and held the pen ready to record his request: "When?"

“Do you need to know the exact time to design clothes?”

"You have to consider what materials to use, if it's summer..."

"The day before the New Year." Xu Yanli's tone was calm, without any fluctuations, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Yan Ji pursed her lower lip and let out a long breath. The feeling of suffocation became heavier and heavier, making her almost unable to hold the pen.

The surname Xu, the festival day, the day before the Spring Festival... all kinds of information point to one point.

After completing the process mechanically, she put the recorded requirements into the document bag: "Usually the first draft is produced in ten days, and the normal construction period is about 30 to 45 days. We will call you at that time."

Xu Yanli nodded and pointed at the time on his watch: "Are you off work? Let's have a meal together?"

Yanji: "Okay."

"What to eat?"

"It's all right."

Yan Ji was not picky about what he ate. He used to eat dry straw when he was hungry and had no food to eat. Now he had something to hide in his heart and was not in the mood to eat. He agreed to go to Xu Yanli for dinner because he also wanted to ask him something.

"Then pick one that tastes good to you. I just returned to Kyoto, I'm not familiar with it, and I haven't eaten out much."

Yan Ji chose a restaurant near his home. The food was not good, but it was better because there was no one there and it was quiet.

"Ding dong."

A WeChat notification popped up on her phone. It was from Gu Chenye. It only had three words: "Come to the company to pick me up."

Yan Ji didn't reply. After looking at it, he put his phone into his bag and went out with Xu Yanli.

The restaurant is not far away. It is difficult to park anywhere at this point, so the two of them did not drive.

After ordering the meal, Yan Ji looked at Xu Yanli and carefully looked at the outline of his facial features: "Do you know Xu Mengran?"

"I'm her younger brother," Xu Yanli didn't hide it: "It's normal if you don't know. I have asthma and my bones were weak when I was a child. The air quality in Kyoto is so bad that I get sick more often than I do well throughout the year, so my parents So he sent me to my grandmother’s house in the countryside to be raised.” (End of Chapter)