My Supermodel Wife

After watching the video to the end, Lilia also immediately made a video call.

She smiled a little, and when she turned on the video, she said, "Is it good?"

She rarely sang and tonight on KTV, the various emotions mixed with longing felt like exploding inside her.

That's why she so badly wanted to sing a song for her husband.

Hearing her voice through the video, the man's inner eyes were colored with a soft and pleasant color, and his voice was soft and magnetic when he answered, "Very good."

The smile on the corner of Lilia's mouth deepened. She put her pillow in her arms. "I went out to dinner and sang with Tom and Vivi tonight, but this is the first time I've heard Tom's voice, it's… a blockbuster!" 

The man couldn't help but let out a chickle. "That's why we never let him sing!"

Lilia. "..."

She held her phone and kept looking at the man's handsome face. "How is your project? Everything's good?" 

After all, she couldn't help but wonder, and finally decided to ask this.

This afternoon, taking advantage of her free time, she purposely checked the schedule of relevant real estate projects online.

There have been a lot of responses from netizens, but most of the answers given ranged from a few months to six months.

When it comes to construction that reaches the skyscraper stage, the time schedule will be extended again.

Lilia saw this content and found it hard to calm down.

Jean had originally said that he would end his business trip in half a month, but now it took another month.

Will he… delay the time by half a year in a few days?!

Lilia was a little nervous in her heart thinking she was going to give birth alone!

All kinds of restless emotions fermented in her heart, which made her cheeks filled with seriousness and an invisible trace of anxiety.

The man stared at her through the screen for an instant, his thin lips moving slightly. "Are you worried that the project is not going well?"

Lilia held the pillow in her arms and buried her head. "Yes!" 

The man understood her pent-up anxiety, and after a while, he calmly said, "The project is going well, and the return date has not changed!"

"Really? Then... Has a specific date been set?"

Lilia smiled brightly, if she knew what day her husband would return, she could prepare first.

However, after a moment of silence, the man still gave a vague answer, "Still not clear, maybe early May."

"OH…" Lilia whispered. It's still mid-April, about half a month away?

While she was still thinking, it seemed that someone was knocking on the door, and then there was a sharp question in a woman's voice. "President, do you have time?"

Lilia saw Jean raise his eyes and look towards the door. On the opposite side, he seemed to extend his hand to give a gesture, and the other party fell silent.

When his eyes returned to the screen, he whispered, "Wait for me at home. If you are bored, you can go out with your friends. My sister will arrive in Surabaya in a few days. If there are no other arrangements, you can go for a walk with her. Stay at home for a while."

Lilia nodded nonchalantly. "I know, you go back to work. I happened to be busy all day, so I'm already getting sleepy now."

"Well, good night."

After the words fell, Lilia sighed. The corners of her mouth closed.

She was slumping at the bed's frame, her eyes fixed somewhere unfocused.

The voice seems to belong to Viona.

This name was really familiar and Lilia thought about it more and more.

A trace of doubt flashed across her eyes, where did she hear it before?!

She frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the phone, and she wanted to open a search engine to check Viona's name.

However, the door to her room was suddenly knocked at this time.

Lilia stopped from typing further for a few seconds.

It was the maid who knocked on the door to remind her that it was time to apply essential oils.

This servant had learned the technique of relaxing meridians and activating meridians before.

Applying the essence to Lilia every night would make her feel more comfortable.

It was already late at night, so when the maid massaged her, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she fell fast asleep in no time.

...

On the other hand, when Jean finished the call, he put the phone on the table, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Alex also enter from the guest room's door.

He still wears glasses with thin gold wires, punk shirt and jeans, very fashionable indeed.

"Why are you standing here?" Alex looked at Viona who was not far from the door, his tone was cold.

Hearing the voice, Viona turned around and looked back and ran into Alex's gaze.

"Enter!"

Alex averted his eyes and walked inside, walked over to the table, and looked at the colorful design artwork. "Did you draw it?" 

The man took the artwork and handed it to him. "What do you think?

Alex accepted it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you leave this to me? Why bother like this?"

By now, Viona had wandered over to Alex's side.

She was 165 and looked petite and pretty next to the man.

Viona tiptoed, glanced at him, smiled and said, "I've never considered a silver thread modification before. It could indeed be the finishing touch. I think this series should really sell well in the couple market. I expect a sensational response."

Hearing this, Alex looked to the side. "This is the final draft, and there are still twenty days to make it, right?"

Viona raised her eyes, the spring breeze melted in her irises. "With the record that all tailors from Surabaya are transferred here, I'm sure 20 days will be enough!"

Alex shook the draft in his hand and said politely as he handed it to her. "That's troublesome!"

She suppressed the excessive ups and downs in her heart, straightened her face, and looked at Jean. "Young master Jean, if there are no problems, then I must excuse myself first. The samples must be sent to Surabaya tomorrow. I will remind the tailors to speed up their work, and if there is anything to change during this period, you can contact me at any time." 

Jean nodded. "Thank you."

Viona waved her hand with a light smile before she took the script and turned to leave. As she stepped out of the room, nostalgia was in her eyes.

It turns out that Alex from the Van brand is wearing such trendy clothes.

After Viona left, Jean took the cigarette case from the table. "What do you think of her?"

Alex's face was no different, and he answered casually, "She is the dark horse of the lavish wedding dress maker.. The result with mine is always a matter of debate. With her intelligence and experience, it is not easy to get one wedding dress brand into the top ten wedding dresses in the world in three or four years!"