Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening was a little surprised, she didn't expect Dior to say this.

After she pondered for a moment, she truthfully told Dior her current situation.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm not feeling very well right now. Is what you want to talk to me about important? If so, we can make an appointment tomorrow."

Tomorrow, the pain in her arm should subside some.

At that time, she could sneak out to meet Dior without the medical staff paying attention.

After hearing what Song Yuening said, Dior couldn't help but asked with concern.

"You're seriously injured, so you'd better recuperate in the hospital. Don't worry about discussing this matter now. By the way, how are the people who kidnapped you? Have they been sent to the police station?"

"I don't know the specific situation, but I will let someone investigate it carefully."

Song Yuening and Dior met for a few more polite words before hanging up the phone.

She looked at the call records that lasted for more than ten minutes, couldn't help but rub the side of the phone with her hands, and couldn't help but speculate in her heart.

Dior said he wanted to talk to her about something. What kind of thing was it?

The only thing Song Yuening could be sure of was that the content of the chat must be related to clothing.

After all, this is the only intersection between the two of them.

But what exactly it was, Song Yuening spent a long time thinking about it, but she really couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it, won't you know what it is after we meet?"

Song Yuening raised her hand and pinched the center of her brow. After relaxing, she felt that the arm she had just ignored was particularly painful.

She stretched out her hand to touch it lightly, but before she could touch it, she screamed in pain because she was stretched.

When Xie Mingyuan pushed the door open, he happened to see Song Yuening's pale cheeks due to unbearable pain.

He frowned and walked towards Song Yuening.

"What's wrong? The injured place starts to hurt again?"

Song Yuening's cheeks were pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She didn't speak, but her current performance could speak for itself.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyuan called the doctor directly. After checking Song Yuening's condition, the doctor slowly shook his head at Xie Mingyuan.

"Mr. Xie, please rest assured that Madam's current condition is not serious. As the saying goes, her injuries are not particularly serious for a hundred days, but she still needs to be careful to cultivate herself. Move as little as possible. Otherwise, it will be more troublesome in the future if the muscles and bones are torn."

Song Yuening was half lying on the hospital bed, listening and nodding silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xie Mingyuan's expression standing on the side, and felt a little guilty for a moment.

She just wanted to confirm the condition of her arm injury and whether it would affect the subsequent costume design draft.

I didn't expect it to be so serious.

After the doctor left the ward, Song Yuening smiled at Xie Mingyuan, who had a cold face.

"Mingyuan, is Nian'an still sleeping well at Xie's house?"

She didn't dare to tell Xie Mingyuan that she had just done it on purpose, but she knew that Xie Mingyuan could definitely guess it, so she deliberately changed the topic.

But I didn't expect that Xie Mingyuan didn't like this.

"Others have healed their scars and forgotten the pain."

Xie Mingyuan took off his suit jacket aside, walked to the bed, and sat down directly beside the bed.

"It's good for you. The injury hasn't healed yet, and the pain has been forgotten."

Song Yuening stuck out her tongue. After being exposed by Xie Mingyuan, she no longer felt guilty. Instead, she leaned on the soft pillow behind her and smiled helplessly.

"I didn't expect it to be so painful. It seems that I won't be able to draw designs during this period."

I just don’t know what the serious matter that Master Dior wants to talk to her about. If it has to do with the design draft, she will be really powerless. Think of this.

Song Yuening raised her eyes to look at Xie Mingyuan and told Xie Mingyuan all the contents of the conversation between herself and Dior on the phone.

After Xie Mingyuan heard this, he frowned slightly.

"What's the right thing to talk about when you're like this? And she was targeting you in the competition before, and now she's suddenly looking for you, which may not be a good thing."

Xie Mingyuan did not agree with Song Yuening going to see Dior, but Song Yuening pursed her lips and had her own considerations in mind.

"As for the specific situation, let's wait until we meet in person later and ask for clarification before we talk about it."

Because she felt from the bottom of her heart that Master Dior would not do anything excessive to her.

……

Song Yuening recovered from her injury in the hospital for a period of time and did not feel obvious pain in daily activities. Then she was discharged from the hospital. The first thing she did after being discharged from the hospital was to contact Master Dior for a meeting.

The two met in a quiet teahouse at home, where they would not be disturbed by others, nor would they be secretly photographed by those who were always staring at Master Dior.

Song Yuening and Master Dior were sitting across from each other. Song Yuening watched her playing with the brewed teacup unskillfully and couldn't help but speak.

"Teacher, let's get straight to the point. Do you have any serious business with me?"

Dior first lifted the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip. Feeling the sweet taste in his mouth, he lightly smacked his mouth.

"It's been so many years since I came back, and I'm still not used to the smell."

Although she has been abroad, in essence, China is her home.

Song Yuening also knew about this. Hearing this, he said softly: "You will get used to it later."

Dior looked at the slight smile on her face, and a smile spread around her.

"You are really interesting. If I had known you before, I would definitely make friends with you."

Song Yuening heard the sincerity in her tone. Just as she moved her lips to say something, she saw that Dior had put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Since we have similar personalities, I'll get straight to the point."

"I want to cooperate with you to create a batch of clothing that belongs to both of us. You will provide inspiration and design drafts, and I will be responsible for the production and promotion. How about it?"

Cooperation?

Song Yuening did not expect to hear such words from her mouth, and was immediately stunned. It took a long time before she recovered.

"Teacher, can I ask why you suddenly chose me to cooperate?"

Dior laughed: "Because I think you are very compatible, and..."

"And I have seen your talents and abilities. I feel relieved to cooperate with you."

Song Yuening did not expect to hear such high praise for herself from Dior.

After returning home, Song Nianan noticed her confusion first and asked her directly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that a teacher that my mother likes and admires suddenly came to me and said he wanted to cooperate with me. My mother doesn't know what to do now."

Song Yuening held the rabbit doll, looking at Song Yuening's happy and confused look, she tilted her head and was very puzzled.

"What's the point? Mom, you are so happy because you just want to cooperate with her, so why are you still struggling?"

Song Yuening glanced at her helplessly and sighed.

"But my arm now..."

It’s really difficult to draw a design draft. What if the time is delayed and Dior’s impression of him is flawed?