Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 584
After the three families had a reunion dinner, An Yan could no longer hear Bai Shao's complaints.

An Yan was so busy with matters at her company and home that she suddenly thought of calling Bai Shao, but it was Song Jing's voice that came over the phone.

"Xiao Shao is still sleeping. When she wakes up later, I will ask her to come back to you." Song Jing's usually cold voice contained a hint of embarrassment.

An Yan couldn't help laughing on the phone. She quickly said it didn't matter, exchanged casual greetings, and hung up the phone.

After the matter between Bai Shao and Song Jing was settled, both the Bai family and the Song family began to get busy with the engagement.

Bai Shao and Song Jing started dating openly, and they were in a sweet state every day.

Seeing that time flies by so fast, the Weisman Design Competition will officially start in half a month, and An Yan has to make arrangements for the things at hand.

In a short period of time, Bai Shao and Song Jing were inseparable, and Bai Shao probably didn't have time to help her take care of her three little ones.

Bai Shao couldn't count on them, so An Yan simply left the three little ones to Mr. Zhan and Mrs. Bai.

Qin Shu is supporting the company, and Bai Yuxin is getting better and better recently, so she can share some of the company's affairs for An Yan.

With Bai Yuxin in charge, An Yan felt a lot more relieved. She was finally able to devote herself to the preparations for the competition and stayed in the study all day.

As a fellow contestant, Fu Mingqing also spends every day in the studio looking for inspiration. The only way to relax is to discuss design inspiration with An Yan.

An Yan was so busy that her head was spinning. When she received a call from Fu Mingqing asking her to drink coffee, she was in a dazed state.

"Mr. Fu, are you very free? It's only a few days before the competition starts. Don't you need to prepare materials?"

"Those who don't know how to rest can't work. I think discussing with you can bring me more inspiration than preparing materials."

Fu Mingqing's laughter came from the mobile phone, with a bit of provocation: "Or is it that Ms. An Yan has exhausted her talents and is afraid that I will steal her remaining inspiration?"

"Mr. Fu wants to use provoking methods again? Unfortunately... I still fell for it."

An Yan was amused by Fu Mingqing's deliberate joke. The dull feeling in her mind was swept away, and her competitiveness suddenly emerged.

She simply agreed to his invitation: "Then give it a try and see who is the best."

Half an hour later, the two found a quiet booth in the coffee shop, opened the materials they had brought, and began to argue and discuss fiercely.

Fu Mingqing follows the European and American style route, with bold designs and strong and uninhibited color collisions.

An Yan's design style is more inclined to Chinese style, which is gorgeous and connotative, with bright and clever color combinations.

Both of them are top designers with respective achievements in the international field. Their inspirations collided. While discussing, their fingers flew around and they quickly wrote and drew on their respective manuscript papers.

The sparks flying between each other can almost set the manuscript paper on fire.

In less than an hour, the manuscript paper they brought was consumed, but the discussion between the two was still unfinished.

Fu Mingqing simply declared war and made an appointment for the next meeting: "I'll be here today and bring two more draft papers out tomorrow."

"No problem, see you at this cafe."

The dullness and boringness of sitting in the study all day was gone, and An Yan's bright eyes were shining with light.

Fu Mingqing is right, people who don't know how to rest can't work.

As a designer, without proper relaxation and active thinking, just immersing yourself in thinking is equivalent to working behind closed doors, and the result will only be a rapid depletion of inspiration.

The two made an appointment, each picked up the thick manuscript, walked out of the coffee shop, said goodbye and left.

In the next week, whenever the two of them encountered a bottleneck in their thinking, they would meet in the coffee shop to discuss it with each other.

Many thoughts that were previously unclear will become clear during the discussion, just like the masters in martial arts novels fighting each other. Although the two are competing, they each gain more.An Yan gained countless inspirations from this new way of learning, and her impetuous mood as the competition was approaching also strangely calmed down.

And whenever they sit opposite each other and immerse themselves in the world of design, there will always be a few inconspicuous lights flashing outside the coffee shop.

It's just that the light flashed too fast, and the click of the shutter was completely obscured by the din of traffic outside, so no one in the cafe noticed it.

As the days passed, An Yan's mentality completely returned to its previous calm and confidence, and her whole person shone brighter and brighter.

At noon, Zhan Mochen was thinking about his young wife who was immersed in work at home, so she refused all social activities and hurried home for dinner.

As soon as I entered the house, I was stunned.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, An Yan was wearing a beige loose nightgown, nestled in the rocking sofa, reading a magazine in the skylight.

Her long hair was spread over her shoulders, covering half of her delicate profile. She was focused and bright, and her whole person seemed to be emitting a soft light.

The little woman has been busy these days. Every morning when he opens his eyes, he can't find anyone. He is so sleepy at night that he can even fall asleep on the bed.

Zhan Mochen looked at her haggard and tired features, and he couldn't bear to torment her, so he could only suppress his body's thoughts.

At this moment, when he glanced over, the peaceful atmosphere of time came to his face, and Zhan Mochen's eyes instantly darkened and deepened.

He walked up to An Yan, picked her up and went straight to the bedroom upstairs.

An Yan was startled and exclaimed: "What are you doing? Put me down quickly!"

"What do you say I am doing?"

The man's deep voice came from An Yan's head, followed by dense kisses.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and An Yan was quickly surrounded by soft quilts, followed by Zhan Mochen's tall body.

An Yan was a little resistant at first, but soon gave up her refusal and began to respond.

Between husband and wife, there is more than just one person missing.

At the critical moment, An Yan still remembered something important: "Wait a minute!"

"...What's wrong?" Zhan Mochen's voice was filled with gritted teeth.

"That..." An Yan reminded in a low voice.

Zhan Mochen's tense body froze and he remembered: "I used it all last time!"

"That won't work..." An Yan began to resist again.

Zhan Mochen ignored her little move and placed dense kisses on her face and body.

"Yanyan, how long has it been since you took a good look at me? Huh?"

"No, I don't remember..."

An Yan thought about it for a moment, but couldn't remember.

We are so busy during this period. Not to mention Zhan Mochen, even if the three children just want to play with her for a while, they have to make an appointment.

Zhan Mochen laughed out loud: "You don't remember? Okay, great!"

In a daze, An Yan was completely lost and couldn't remember anything.

(End of this chapter)