Marriage Defense

Now that the purpose of coming to the old house has been completed, there is no need to stay here.

Lin Yan and Zhang Malai set about in time and space. When they left, they each carried a bag containing some important things.

When locking the door, Zhang Ma suddenly asked Lin Yan, "Miss, is this house for sale? It's a pity that it's empty

"I don't want to sell it, mom. She wrote down this house in your name. It should be given to you. Keep it. Since it's a pity, it's OK to rent it out."

That's a way.

"Well, I'll see if I can rent it later, and I'll rent it to someone else. But what about the other things in it? What are you going to do, miss? "

Lin Yan looked back at the locked door and said with a smile, "lost it, those things are no longer necessary."

It's all about father Lin. what's left for?

What should be kept is in her hands.

For Lin Yan's decision, Zhang Ma did not refute, nodded to agree.

If it is lost, the lady should not keep those disgusting things with the smell of scum men.

"I'll deal with the things here on the day I rent out the house. Let's go back, miss. Mr. Bo must have been waiting for a long time."

Thinking of Bo Leng, Lin Yan's heart is soft in a mess, and even some of his heart is like an arrow.

So back to the hotel, she immediately wanted to see the man, straight to the small study, saw the man, that kind of urgent mood, just calm down.

"Wife, what's the matter with you?" Bo Leng put down the phone and saw that Lin Yan was panting.

He went over, anxious.

I also want to open her clothes and examine her carefully to see if she is hurt or something, otherwise why so eager.

But before his hand reached out, Lin Yan threw himself into his arms, "husband, I miss you."

Bo Leng was stunned. She didn't expect the woman in her arms to give him such a big surprise.

"What's the matter? Is something going on? " He asked, patting her on the back.

Lin Yan shook his head. "No, I went to the old house today and saw some things I had when I was a child. I suddenly found that you are the only one closest to me except Mama Zhang, so I'm eager to come back to see you."

So it is.

Bo sneered, "the closest I agree, but not the only one, my family, is not your family?"

Lin Yan was embarrassed and gave him a coquettish stare. "Oh, I'm not saying that. Why are you so serious? I don't think of my grandmother as a relative."

Although said so, the heart is still very sweet.

Yes, she has a new family now. As soon as she gets married, she will have a new family.

"Well, let me see what you have brought back." Bo Leng deliberately shifted the topic.

To break the atmosphere with a touch of sadness.

Lin Yan knew it, but he didn't know it. He pulled two big bags and opened them with a smile. He took the same things out of the inside.

Photos, clothes when I was a child, prizes for various awards, and some jewelry of Lin's mother.

Besides these, the most important one is the design book left by Mrs. Lin.

Bo Leng looked at the photos one by one. He loved them very much. He took out his mobile phone and took one at a time. He also set up a picture of Lin Yan as a child as wallpaper.

Lin Yan blushed and did not mean to say: "that photo is so ugly, you don't choose other, why choose that one."

"This one's good. It's cute." Bo Leng shakes his mobile phone and laughs.

In fact, what he said is right. It's really cute, but because this is a picture of her eyes red and swollen after crying, it seems that compared with other people, the degree of loveliness is lower.

But beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Bo Leng likes it.

So Lin Yan let him go.

"Yulan, you can help me to see my mother's design works in those years. I think it's not out of date to get it now. There must be demand in the market."

"Let me see." Put down the phone, thin cold took over the design book, slowly look up.

It is found that, as she said, the design more than ten years ago, even now, is in line with the standards of the current season's fashion.

We can see how terrifying Lin Mu's design talent was and how bold her interpretation of fashion was.

If Lin's mother hadn't committed suicide at that time, she would have been at the level of Mount Tai in the clothing industry.

Unfortunately...

after closing the design book and returning it to Lin Yan, Bo Leng gave his opinions in detail. "The design of these series is enough to serve as the representative style of the corresponding season. Take the clothing companies under Lin's group as an example, if you make these clothes on design, hold a t-show, and make them popular, you can also make clothes Installation companies go further. ""So I have to wait until I take back Lin's group before I can let these designs come out." Lin Yan hugged the design book for fear of losing it.

Bo Leng looked at the extent of her concern, and there was no accident, "don't you want Lin's group to specifically involve the clothing industry? These designs are enough to open up a clothing Avenue. "

Lin Yan also knows this, but what she has now is just a sigh for the past.

"Yulan, in fact, my mother's original intention was to develop and strengthen the position of Lin's group in the clothing industry. Unfortunately, my father felt that the clothing industry was not far away. He insisted on involving other industries and put the clothing industry aside. My mother loved him so much that she could spare no life, because my father insisted that the focus of development was not on clothing. My mother said no He said he would seal up the designs and follow my dad into other industries. "

Speaking of this, Lin Yan can't help but feel helpless about the baozi character of his mother Lin at that time.

"It's a pity that if your mother can stick to it, then the current Lin's group must have a place in the clothing industry. I don't want the several industries involved in Lin's group to suppress each other, and none of them has a head in the business community." Bo Leng sneered sarcastically.

Although Lin Yan is not willing to Bo Leng's saying that, Lin's mother can't be refuted.

What he said is also right. It is Lin's mother who can't make it clear. She takes love more seriously than anything else. Such a person is doomed to suffer losses.

But no one thought that the loss of life.

"Don't say that, Yulan. It's noon. Let's go to dinner. I'm hungry." Lin Yan looked at him blinking and pretending to be cute.

Thin cold bowed his head, his forehead against her forehead, and then he put his arm around her waist. He stood up and walked out of the small study, asking, "what do you want to eat?"

"I can. I'm not picky. It's mainly you."

"I'm not picky now." There was a cold protest in the air.

Then Lin Yan's rejection rang out again, "don't come here. I haven't seen anyone more picky than you in my life."

"Whining..."

"shut up and pretend to cry less. It's no use crying!"