wasting time with you

Chapter 7 Those Good Memories We Had (1)
It is said that the best love is to make each other a better person.And they have been working hard to become a better partner,

Such a love should not end badly.

At dawn, An Yiruo, who hadn't slept all night, woke up to cook chocolate milk.She used to stay up late when studying design in France, and she developed the habit of drinking chocolate milk. Although coffee has a refreshing effect, she doesn't like the bitter taste.

After drinking two full cups, she felt a lot warmer in her stomach. It was still early, so she lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

There is light music flowing in the living room, which is her favorite classic track of catwalk shows. It seems that only in this atmosphere can she inspire her creation. Gradually, she can't do without music.

In the evening, she will participate in the "New Silk Road" fashion design competition as the chief designer of "Hongtai" and compete for the rookie championship with many industry leaders. She needs to face the challenge with the best mental state.

There is competition everywhere in this society, and the smoky workplace is really scary. However, An Yiruo has never been timid when facing the design work he loves.She believes that as long as she keeps making progress and moves forward step by step, she will not fall behind. Of course, she is even more unwilling to fall behind.

An Yiruo is confident, except for love.

In the familiar melody, the phone rang, but she didn't want to answer it.It wasn't until the knock on the door rang after the bell rang three times that she opened her eyes and stood up to open the door.

It's Xi Shuoliang.

He held the breakfast he bought for her in his hand, "Ask Miyu to get up and eat, I bought double."

"She's not here, she's gone home." An Yiruo took the bag from him and put it on the dining table, "Why did you turn off the phone so early last night?"

"The clothes from the exhibition were rushed out. I went to the factory, but my phone ran out of battery." Seeing that she didn't move his chopsticks, Xi Shuoliang looked at her face intently, "You don't look well, did you sleep well?"

Not only did he not sleep well, he was physically and mentally exhausted.An Yiruo tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder: "Maybe I'm nervous, I haven't slept all night, I just drank two big glasses of chocolate milk, and I'm still holding on."

"Don't you like the smell of milk? Why are you drinking it again?" Xi Shuoliang remembered that she mentioned that she didn't like the smell of milk when she was in college.

It's rare for him to remember, "Maybe people's tastes change when they get old."

"Old? I'm thinking wildly again. It seems to me that she is getting more and more tasteful and more beautiful." Xi Shuoliang leaned into her ear and whispered affectionately, "Are you feeling unwell?" Thinking that she was sick, he stretched out his hand to ask Probe her forehead.

An Yiruo turned his head to avoid it: "No, it's just that I'm upset."

Xi Shuoliang thought she didn't want to talk more, so she was perfunctory, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, with your strength, you can do it."

Yeah?If only I had the same confidence in you.An Yiruo fiddled with his slightly swollen palms from playing: "Are you going to the venue at night?"

"Of course." He said, leaning over to pick her up and put her on the bed in the bedroom: "How can I not be present in the competition my girlfriend participated in? I have to share the joy of success with you."

She blinked her black eyes and said angrily, "It's as if I will definitely win the championship."

"I've always had a good eye, so you're sure." Xi Shuoliang wrapped her hands in his palms, "Now you close your eyes and sleep, and we'll go to the meeting place together in the afternoon to make preparations." Seeing what she had to say, he He scolded her with a straight face, "Look in the mirror, it's even become a national treasure, and you still hold on."

Such concern warmed her heart, and she held his hand back with a smile, expectant in her eyes.

Xi Shuoliang smiled without saying a word, took off his coat, leaned against the bed and hugged her in front of his chest: "Sleep, I won't go, I'll stay here with you."

She put her hands on his waist, surrounded his nose with his unique masculine breath, and soon fell asleep.

Xi Shuoliang turned his phone to silent.

An Yiruo slept very deeply this time, it was already noon when she woke up, and Xi Shuoliang was still lying beside her, as if she was fast asleep.

She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, saw him smile, and pinched his arm, "I knew you must be awake, and you still want to lie to me."

Xi Shuoliang breathed ambiguously in her ear: "If you want to kiss, you should be open and aboveboard, and you don't need to do it secretly."

An Yiruo blushed like a child.

On this day, Xi Shuoliang skipped work for the first time, and even took her hand to a nearby supermarket to do some big shopping.Seeing her busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, he sat on the sofa and smiled warmly.

An Yiruo is the best woman, no one loves him more than her, he knows it.

However, why do you always have less expectations for the future?

Xi Shuoliang, who lacks confidence like this, doesn't even like himself.

At dusk, Xi Shuoliang drove An Yiruo to the exhibition center, and Mi Yu also arrived on time to start the pre-match preparations.

There were many people in the dressing room, and An Yiruo, dressed in casual clothes, calmly and orderly arranged for the models to change their outfits, while exchanging ideas with the stylist, "The main show wears that evening dress, and don't add any more. Accessories."

The young stylist nodded, then thought that he hadn't seen the main show yet: "How about the hairstyle, is it more lively or more mature?"

"Retro!" An Yiruo had already designed it for her according to Miyu's temperament.As a designer, although what I want to show is the fashion itself, the model is the source of the clothes that make the clothes shine. Therefore, the ten models tonight are all carefully selected by her, and their temperament is very in line with what she is after. The design style is a combination of freshness, serenity and charm and sexiness, and each of their styles is finalized after careful consideration.

"The lead show has a lot of runway experience, so we need to communicate more when styling her, and set the makeup to match her temperament." Xi Shuoliang, as the boss, ordered the stylist to cooperate fully, and promised to celebrate everyone after the competition.In the end, An Yiruo was taken to the next room to give her enough time to change clothes.

Mi Yu asked An Yiruo for something, and when the stylist told her that she had gone to the dressing room to change her dress, she chased after her with her skirt.She never thought that there would be other people there, so she pushed the door carelessly and walked in, but bumped into Xi Shuoliang who was leaning over to kiss An Yiruo.

When encountering such a situation, people who come here often feel extremely embarrassed. They either turn around and leave, pretending not to see, or cough twice as a reminder.However, what An Yiruo met was thick-skinned Miyu.

With a playful smile on his face, Mi Yu leaned against the door with a gloating expression, "I didn't mean it."

An Yiruo hastily withdrew from Xi Shuoliang's embrace, "You won't knock on the door."

Mi Yu giggled, showing her neat white teeth, "I knocked, but you guys were too involved to hear."

An Yiruo didn't bother to argue with her: "Why don't you look good and come here, what's the matter?"

Mi Yu stepped on high heels and came in: "Of course I have something to do, so I want to chat with you."

Upon hearing this, Xi Shuoliang straightened the broken hair in Li'an Yiruo's ear, "I'll go to the front first."

An Yiruo pursed her lips and smiled, like a lily blooming in the morning mist, clear and gentle.

Seeing the lingering eyes of the two, Mi Yu shrugged his shoulders, looking like he had goosebumps all over the floor.

Xi Shuoliang passed by, and Mi Yu teased him: "Sorry for delaying you." Seeing that An Yiruo was about to hit her, she smiled and avoided, "Don't make trouble, I have a little communication problem with that makeup artist , so as not to be disfigured, you should come."

Knowing that Mi Yu's skin is sensitive, An Yiruo motioned for Mi Yu to sit in front of the dressing table: "Come over here and watch Ms. An cook for you." Mi Yu was at her mercy.

Looking at An Yiruo's ecstasy with a smile on his face, thinking that she had given up her employment with a well-known French clothing company in spite of everyone's opposition and came back, it seemed that just because of that man's smile, she could follow him to the ends of the earth.Miyu is both anxious and distressed.

In the face of love, An Yiruo seems to have overlooked a very important issue. The companionship in the ends of the earth is actually a matter of two people.What's more, there are very practical problems between them. If Xi Shuoliang can't let go of them for a day, it will be difficult for them to go further.Although it seemed lucky to others, to the proud him, it was like a thorn stuck in his throat, which he couldn't pull out, let alone swallow.

Mi Yu is the true spirit of Xi Shuoliang, who does not know how to be blessed in the blessing, and has nothing to do.

"Could it be that I'm extraordinarily beautiful today?" An Yiruo looked at her through the mirror as if he could see through her thoughts, "If you want to criticize, you can criticize, I accept it humbly."

Mi Yu turned around and patted An Yiruo's hair, thinking you are a silly boy, you can listen to what I say, even a bright future can't stop you from running towards him, what else can I say?He opened his mouth, but the one who spoke was, "Come on baby, sister wearing the crown invites you to eat pancake fruit, the kind with eggs."

An Yiruo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched her cheek, "The pancake fruit sent me away, you are so generous."

Mi Yu snorted, "It's just you, I think it's a waste of food to replace someone else."

There were small ripples in the lake of calm heart, An Yiruo continued to work calmly, "Don't keep showing him face, Shuoliang is not easy."

"You are too tolerant of him. Put yourself in another place, why does he understand your difficulty?" When someone Xi was mentioned, Mi Yu couldn't control his anger. It’s already a pity for the people that such a good father-in-law at the stall doesn’t snicker, and he still doesn’t like it, what’s wrong! You’re all used to it.”

The question was brought up by Mi Yu again, and An Yiruo's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, "He just wants to succeed with his own efforts, and he doesn't want others to say who he is's son-in-law." But on this issue, she really can't do anything.

"Because of him, you wish you could break away from your family and move out to live now, so he is not satisfied? Who do you want to kill! MD." Thinking of Yi Ruo's repeated concessions, Mi Yu thought of Xi Shuoliang even more in his heart. Sandbags hit countless times.

An Yiruo also wanted to know: How far would she go before Xi Shuoliang would be satisfied.

Unfortunately, the answer is only left to time.

After putting on makeup for Miyu, An Yiruo went to the dressing room to change.

Seven-inch stiletto shoes, tailored straight-leg trousers, a bright silver-gray camisole, and a small black fashion jacket. The sleeves were pulled up by her, revealing a slender and beautiful forearm. The only accessory, the fluffy curly hair was slightly raised casually yet solemnly, intentionally or unintentionally showing her sexy collarbone and delicate snow-white neck.

The natural and decent attire made her look capable and charming. An Yiruo looked at herself in the mirror, with a gentle and confident smile on her lips.

The slender eye makeup, the pink blush, and the intellectual smell all over her body made Mi Yu couldn't help whistling: "I just said that the dress prepared by someone Xi is too vulgar, so I'm laid off. "

"I don't want to dress too grandly. Besides, standing with you as a supermodel, I'm a dwarf in such beautiful clothes." She said childishly: "I didn't steal the spotlight without you, of course You have to know how to hide your clumsiness.”

The rice fish cut a sound.

After everything was ready, An Yiruo took her by the arm and went to the next room.

Tonight, there will be a fashion feast at the city exhibition center.And An Yiruo may be a rookie in the fashion industry who will stand out later.

All kinds of colorful clothing, silk dresses fluttering in the air-conditioned cold wind, tall models with colorful makeup on their faces, curvy hairstyles retro and dyed, natural and graceful, soft and sensual, bold and charming— ——This is a veritable color empire. The gorgeous colors are piled up in the eyes, a little dazzling, which makes people subconsciously have an illusion, just like being in a fashionable masquerade.

"The blush color is too light. This outfit needs to be matched with something brighter. Be careful not to step on the trailing tail. Change the shoes and ask for red stilettos..." Back at the workshop, An Yiruo gestured for Miyu to go Do styling, "Xiao Min, you can help the master show styling. Remember, retro style."

"Okay." The stylist called Xiao Min responded crisply, and began to prepare.

An Yiruo's busy figure continued to shuttle around the workshop, not noticing the arrival of two unexpected guests.

A woman with a beautiful face is holding a child about four or five years old in her hand. The little girl with pink make-up and jade put her index finger on her mouth, made a silent gesture to Xiao Min, and came towards An Yiruo with a smile , "Aunt Yiruo."

An Yiruo turned around in response, and there was a little princess with white skin and black eyes standing in front of her.She cheered in surprise, leaned over to hug the little guy, and rubbed her tender face with her face, "Why is Chenchen here? I miss Auntie to death."

Chenchen put her arms around her neck, kissed her face back, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat and white teeth, "Why is Auntie Yiruo still like this, she always likes to sneak up on Chenchen."

An Yiruo kissed the little guy on the face again, turned his head to look at the door, and saw Xi Yan standing there, "When did you return to China? Why did you come here without saying hello?"

"I'll give you a surprise." Xi Yan smiled slightly, her charming and delicate curly hair, and the black loose-waisted dress made her exude a full femininity.

Seeing her daughter stretching out her small arms to be hugged by her, Xi Yan took her and put her on the ground: "Mom can't hug you now, be good baby, and go by yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Chenchen raised her head and kissed Xi Yan's side face, her little hand stroked her lower abdomen, "Father said there is a little brother here, let Chenchen set a good example and not tire mommy."

"Baby is so good." Xi Yan's face was filled with a happy smile, "Didn't Chenchen prepare a gift for Aunt Yiruo? Do you want to give it?"

"Ah, I almost forgot." The little guy shrugged his shoulders, looking cute, took the exquisitely packaged box in Xi Yan's hand, she turned around and handed it to An Yiruo, "Auntie Yiruo, this is for you. It was handmade by Chenchen Folded lucky star, I wish you success."

"Thank you, Chenchen, this is the best gift my aunt has ever received." An Yiruo took it, leaned over to hug her and kissed her, then turned to Xiyan, "Are you pregnant?"

"It was because of this little one that he escorted him back to the country." Thinking of Wen Xingyuan's surprised and joyful expression when he heard the news of her pregnancy, Xi Yan sighed helplessly, "You know, he always likes to be nervous."

"Happy woman." An Yiruo sighed, "I also want someone who is so nervous about me, willing to die."

"I can hear it, there is a woman here who hates to marry." Xi Yan teased her, subconsciously stroking her lower abdomen with her right hand, "I just saw your legendary boyfriend at the front desk, he is very handsome."

"That's right." An Yiruo once showed Xi Yan a photo of her and Xi Shuoliang, and when she heard her praise, she was about to say something proud, but Chen Chen interrupted: "That uncle is not as handsome as my father. "

Seeing that An Yiruo and Xi Yan were looking at her, the little guy grinned, as if to say: "Am I right?"

Xi Yan was a little helpless, "Your father is narcissistic, there are many people who are more handsome than him."

"Mom, what is narcissism? I have only heard of secret love, but never narcissism." The little guy is a curious baby, and he has begun to develop the potential of [-] whys. He also said that Dad is narcissistic, what is going on? It's so complicated."

"Yeah, it's so complicated. What is it about being in love or not? Who are you talking to, An Yiruo?" Mi Yu finished her hair, heard the voice of a child, ran over, saw the cute Chen Chen, He leaned over, hugged her and kissed her twice, "Oh, what kind of cutie is this? Auntie is going to take you home and hide you."

Chenchen seemed to be used to being attacked, with dimples on her chubby face, she replied softly, "Hello, Auntie. Chenchen is the baby of Mom and Dad, and cannot be abducted by Auntie."

An Yiruo laughed, "This little adult is so cute, how did you two teach me?"

Xi Yan spread her hands, indicating that she didn't do anything.Xi Yan greeted Mi Yu and chatted with An Yiruo for a while, until Chen Chen, who was playing with Mi Yu next to her, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and handed it to her, then she realized that it was almost time, and got up to say goodbye, "No I'm delaying you, let's talk when I have time, I'll go to the front and wait to watch your game." Then he gave An Yiruo an encouraging hug, "Come on."

"Mom, Dad is calling." Chenchen shook the phone and pressed the call button, "Dad."

A deep and mellow voice came from the handset of the mobile phone: "Where are you, girl, let mom answer the phone."

(End of this chapter)