Who Says I Don't Love You

After so many years, the state has already begun to pay attention to the inheritance and protection of handicraft culture. Hunan has become an important base for embroidery, and Hunan embroidery has also been included in the national intangible cultural heritage and become one of the four famous embroidery in the country.

Art comes from life! Now, as a fashion designer, I always want to integrate exquisite embroidery elements into fashion design.

Create costumes with national characteristics, embark on the international stage and show the world our country's culture and art. This has always been my dream. I have a goal, so I will forge ahead. My mind is full of blueprints of design drafts.

This time, I not only want to help Mu Yichen, but also want my works to come out, which can bring a different impact on the Chinese people who blindly pursue European and American fashion and their appreciation standards.

But embroidery, one needle, one thread, one lead, after all, is a time-consuming process. As the competition time was tight, I hesitated for a long time and finally chose a small area of embroidery elements, combined with the essence of domestic clothing, cheongsam.

The pencil in my hand keeps moving. When I work, I automatically ignore all external interference.

Amy came over, patted me on the shoulder and said softly, "Yuhan, it's time to get off work."

I looked up and saw Amy's smiling face. Give her a smile, I nodded, can not help but show my gratitude.

"Yes!"

Just then, Amy's eyes swept over my sketch book, and she was stunned. Then she smiled awkwardly, "let's go. All our colleagues are gone."

"OK." I closed my sketch book and responded with a smile.

Amy then smiled and joked with me, "why do you take the design back to draw? You're too dedicated!"

I smiled: "you look at me too high. I'm not a workaholic!"

As I cleaned up, I continued, "because I didn't know where I lost my sketch book last time, all the design drafts were missing. Take them with me to avoid losing them again."

A few seconds later, the two of us walked out of the design department together. At the gate of ex group, Amy said she would take me home, but I refused.

After we separated, I went straight to the hospital. After dinner with Letong, Mu Yichen still didn't come to review.

I came to the door of Dr. Li's office again and knocked gently. This is the third time I have come in this afternoon.

"Dr. Li, are you sure you told Mr. Mu and he promised to come for review?" it was clear word by word. I'm afraid Dr. Li was wrong.

Dr. Li shook his head helplessly, with some impatience on his face.

"I'm sure and sure I told Mr. Mu to review, so Miss Mo, please don't bother me?"

I smiled apologetically and withdrew awkwardly. In Letong's VIP ward, I looked at the thermos cup I put on the bedside table. My eyes could not help but calm down.

At more than seven in the evening, as soon as I got to the door, I saw Dr. Li coming. At this time, his white coat had been taken off. Before I asked, he said, "Miss Mo! I don't know what you're looking for mu, but general manager Mu just called and said he's going to work overtime today and won't come for review, so I'm going to get off work. Bye!" then he walked to the elevator with his bag.

I was stunned in place, a heart, instantly pulled by countless emotions! work overtime What job is so important that you have to work overtime when you are sick?

Thinking of his hot body and flushed cheeks with fever that day, my heart can no longer calm down! After picking up my coat and explaining it to Lecong, I took the porridge on the cabinet and hurried outside. His brow was frowning and his face was calm.

I stopped a taxi at the gate of the hospital and went straight to ex group. When I got off, it was already 8:30 p.m. A strong wind blew, and I couldn't help tightening my tight coat.

Although the weather has warmed up, it is still a little cold sooner or later. Before the door of ex group was closed, I trotted in.

The elevator went straight up to the top floor and the light was on.

I didn't knock on the door and pushed open the door of Mu Yichen's office. He was reading the papers with his head down and his expression was focused and serious. Under the thick eyelashes, a pair of dark eyes are like ink. The sexy thin lips are slightly pursed, and the tall bridge of the nose supports the three-dimensional contour of the whole face.

At that moment, I was a little distracted.

My appearance obviously interrupted Mu Yichen's attention. He raised his eyes and looked at me in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked back and quickly withdrew my eyes. A touch of embarrassment suddenly rose on my face.

When he came forward, he put the porridge in his hand on Mu Yichen's table and gently scolded: "obviously, he's not well yet. He's still working overtime here so late. What work is more important than his health?" when he said this, he couldn't help but give him a white look. The eyes were full of discontent.

Mu Yichen put down his pen, simply sat up straight and stared at me with a smile in his eyes. With a hook in the corner of his mouth, he asked, "do you love me?" his voice, like a trace of coolness, injected into my hot heart.

My men were stunned by their actions. But soon, he adjusted his mood. Without answering Mu Yichen's words, I pretended not to hear it. I opened the incubator: "this is medicinal porridge. Find Dr. Li's prescription. Drink it while it's hot!" then pushed the porridge to Mu Yichen and took out the prepared spoon and handed it to him.

A pair of eyes continued to stare at me, and his mouth became a mockery: "send porridge to the boss late at night. Mo Yuhan, do you want to bribe me? Or do you have any intention of me?"

I was stunned and almost didn't react, "huh?" I looked puzzled.

Mu Yichen smiled coldly: "what's our relationship? Can you run for me in the middle of the night?" his voice fell, and there was silence in the office.

The two of us looked at each other, and my eyes were blank. I don't understand. It's Mu Yichen who said he would like to have porridge. He sent it to him with good intentions. He has such an attitude! But I dare not refute it. In my heart, because of the guilt in the morning, I pulled out a trace of fear.

Looking at Mu Yichen's cold face, my heart is inexplicably sour and cool, "Mr. mu, I know you are my boss. I must obey you unconditionally. But I have no intention to bribe you. I know you don't like me. But now, please drink this porridge first. You have an acute fever and cold. It's not fun." I said seriously.

In my mood, I couldn't help feeling a little angry and dissatisfied. I warned myself in my heart that he was just a patient and didn't care about him. Moreover, he endured the habit of cleanliness and reached out to pick up the box of porridge from the garbage. Thinking of this, I endured my unhappiness and kept a pleasant face.

The work at hand was disturbed by me. "Yes, I'm just your boss. Blatantly bribe your boss and send warmth late at night. Don't tell me that you just care about me!" he looked at the brightly lit night outside the window, his lips slightly opened and said leisurely. In his tone, there was only cold.

After all, I couldn't hang on my face. The corners of my mouth twitched and my eyes were stained with anger. The porridge in my hand was knocked heavily on the tea table and made a loud bang. I went forward and grabbed the coffee in his hand.

"Would rather drink these things that may aggravate the disease than porridge?" I said coldly: "don't worry, I haven't poisoned. I won't hurt you for the time being!"

"Mo Yuhan, don't go too far!" Mu Yichen's voice was sharp. When he reacted, I had poured coffee into the dustbin without a drop left.

He frowned, and the whole man immediately returned to his usual seriousness and coldness.

I don't care. I've seen Mu Yichen so many times that I'm used to it. However, it's not a good habit!

"Don't try to press me with the identity of the boss. In my eyes, you are just a patient now!" I put down my coffee cup, then picked up the porridge again and stuffed it into Mu Yichen's hand.

"Drink it!" my tone is stern and can't be violated. Although I hate Mu Yichen, I don't care about him at the moment. It's as if he helped himself and Lecong so much in return