Yan Xiaye looked silently at the mess in front of her. The helpless feeling was like an invisible big hand, holding her heart tightly.

After she was released from prison, she devoted all her efforts and finally got a place where she could settle down. Unexpectedly, it would be so easy to be destroyed.

Blinking in a daze, she suddenly thought of something, stepped on the glass fragments everywhere and rushed into the room, pulled open the overturned tables, chairs and cabinets, and searched for the designs that Yin Baiyan had completed halfway, which were kept in the folder not long ago.

draft.

"Miss Yan, what are you looking for? Do you need our help?"

The security guards stood outside the door with their heads protrudingly. With the good popularity that Yan Xiaye made on weekdays, they were willing to help, but there were many valuable jewelry samples in the studio, so outsiders dared not enter rashly.

I am afraid that I will lose something and can't explain it clearly.

"No, thank you..."

Yan Xiaye raised his hand and pressed the painful forehead, his eyes scattered around the room, and threw himself into the sofa that was still intact.

No--

Not to mention those disappearing exhibitions, the most valuable thing in this studio is undoubtedly Yin Baiyan's design draft.

Holding the last trace of luck, she searched all the places she could find, but still found nothing.

The person who smashed her studio had obvious intentions and didn't even leave a piece of paper for her.

If there weren't anyone else next to her, she really wanted to squat on the ground and cry.

"Then we'll call the police for you." The security guard saw Yan Xiaye's silent pain, and suddenly thought of the noble man who occasionally appeared here, and reminded her with a silence: "That, I've seen the heat during that period.

Search, aren’t you and Mr. Li still divorced? For the sake of Mr. Li’s face, why not... you call Mr. Li. The Li family has a better way to deal with such things than the police.”

The President Li they mentioned is naturally the current president of the Li Group, Li Yuntang.

Others don’t know, but Yan Xiaye knows it very well.

At this time, Li Yuntang should be having a candlelight dinner with Miss Yin Mo.

He was about to become someone else's husband, and she could no longer rely on him and asked him for help.

Yan Xiaye shook his head gently, and his voice sighed with a dry and helpless sigh: "Since there is something wrong with the monitor, it probably doesn't work to call the police. Forget it, I will watch it and deal with it myself. Thank you for your hard work.

”

"No, no, this is also our dereliction of duty. Don't be so polite."

The security guards had no other way to imagine. They simply expressed their regrets and returned to their jobs.

In the blink of an eye, the room returned to a dead silence.

The fragments of the crystal chandelier fell all over the ground in a mess, and the moonlight spilled into the room silently, illuminating the slender figure curled up on the sofa.

He took out his cell phone with a pale face, Yan Xiaye thought for a while, and dialed Qin Yan's number.

Although she and a man are just in exchange for interests, it is precisely because of this that it is easier to speak out for him when he asks for help, and at worst he can pay the price.

"Fiancée, call me so late, can you be lonely?"

When the phone was connected, Qin Yan's lazy and leisurely voice was smiling meaningfully: "I heard that Miss Yin Mo returned to China today. How are you feeling? Are you ready to attend the wedding?"

Yan Xiaye curled his lips tiredly, without the intention of chatting with him, and tried to calmly state the facts: "Qin Yan, my studio was smashed."

“…Who did it?”

Qin Yan sat up halfway from the bed thoughtfully, obviously attaching great importance to Yan Xiaye's situation, frowned and asked: "How are you? Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm fine, but the design drafts placed in the studio are lost. Those are particularly important to me." The fingers holding the phone tightened, she took a deep breath, softened her tone and begged him: "I don't know."

Who did it? But I don’t seem to offend anyone except Qin Jingyi recently. Can you…help me?”

"Okay, I understand." It was clear that Yan Xiaye offended Qin Jingyi because of him. Qin Yan agreed without saying a word, and at the same time reached out to grab the coat on the chair: "Are you in the studio? I

Go and look for you."

"No, no need." He whispered to reject Qin Yan's kindness. Yan Xiaye pressed his forehead against the cold leather sofa, and his tone was as light as if he sighed: "I want to be alone and quiet."

She didn't want to complain like a shrew, but if she didn't agree to Yin Mo to choose a wedding dress, the studio might have escaped this disaster.

Unfortunately, regret is useless now.

"Yan Xiaye, it doesn't matter if you want to be quiet, but don't think about it."

As if seeing through Yan Xiaye’s thoughts, Qin Yan put down his hand holding his coat and sat by the bed and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window.

Perhaps the moonlight tonight was too gentle, and the man's handsome eyebrows were a little less cold and harsh. He said a few words to comfort her: "You should be glad that you were not there, otherwise it would be not just the studio that won't be able to save it, but your fate will definitely be better.

Where to go.”

If all this was really done by Qin Yan, he would never mind smashing Yan Xiaye’s studio.

Yan Xiaye nodded with a wry smile, then realized that Qin Yan was not in front of her, and nodded softly again.

In my memory, this seemed to be the first time Qin Yan called her name directly.

"Thank you, good night."

Putting away her phone, she changed her position and lay on her back on the sofa, staring quietly at the ceiling in the darkness.

The hands-on person probably doesn't like to attract attention, the only thing in the studio is glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Otherwise, it would be cold in late autumn, and she would probably not even have a place to stay tonight.

After tossing and turning, she suddenly sat up, took out her cell phone again, opened the page of her email, and didn't know how to explain the lost design draft to Yin Baiyan on the other side of the ocean.

As far as she knows, those design drafts are not all for use by Ye Yan. Many of them were thought of by Yin Baiyan for a long time, and they were to be produced and sold by the most famous jewelry brands under the Yin family, for those international

The celebrities and celebrities are limited to sale.

The unique design and the name Yin Baiyan are worth almost immeasurable.

Yin Baiyan has been back to China for a short time, so it is impossible for him to get into any enemy in the country.

In other words, the real reason why the studio was smashed was indeed only related to her.

The feeling of holding the thin mobile phone in the palm of your hand was extremely heavy. Yan Xiaye frowned and thought for a long time, and only typed out the three dry words "I'm sorry".

She didn't know how to make up for the losses caused by Yin Baiyan, so any apology sounded insincere.

I closed the email page in dismay, and an entertainment news spontaneously jumped out.

She glanced casually at the sight of her trying to close her fingertips, but her fingertips paused in the next second, recognizing the familiar shadow that made people want to cry.

After clicking to play, this news was a video of about a minute, with the camera swaying around, and it was obviously a secret shot by someone.

Yan Xiaye has heard of this place, the most luxurious French restaurant in Jianghai. Even the simplest cup of mineral water is claimed to be air transported from the snow mountain. The price is astonishing. For ordinary people, it is rare to go to in their lifetime.

The last place.

The girl who was secretly photographing lowered her voice and muttered like a thief. The voice came from the video: "Yes, those two are definitely Mr. Li and his fiancée. Mr. Li wanted to go to the private room, but his little wife wanted to see the night view.

So Mr. Li is so powerful that he is so angry that he is so envious!”

In the video, the gorgeous lights of the French restaurant poured down, pulling the two of them for a long time.

Yin Mo snuggled up to the handsome tall man warmly, saying something charmingly, the distance was so close that it was very confusing. No wonder the girl who was secretly photographed was crazy jealous.

The short video was played soon, and Yan Xiaye watched it again as if he was self-abuse. The light in the black and white water eyes dimmed, and there was a unique beauty of inorganic substance.

I clearly knew something long ago, why did I see it with my own eyes and the impact was far beyond expectations?

Force yourself not to think about anything related to Li Yuntang anymore. Yan Xiaye closed the video and mustered up the courage to send an email to Yin Baiyan to explain the situation in the simplest way. After putting down his phone, he used the moonlight to find the broom and garbage that survived.

Bucket, tidy up the room.

Even if Yin Baiyan is not here... No, it is precisely because Yin Baiyan is not here that she has to guard "Ye Yan" alone, which is the only thing she can do at the moment.

...

In the next two days, Yan Xiaye had to withdraw some funds from the plan to find Huang Qian's whereabouts, and hired someone to restore the studio as much as possible. At the same time, the official website announced that the "Ye Yan" was temporarily closed for renovation.

information.

Since sending the email two days ago, she thought she would receive a reply from Yin Baiyan soon, but the email was like a rock sinking into the sea. Even if she made such a statement on the official website of Ye Yan, it still seemed that it could not be caused.

Yin Baiyan's attention.

That night, she sat on the brand new tatami in the studio, devoted herself to the design drawings she wrote.

Until a sudden ringtone disturbed her tranquility.

The ink-colored lines on the tip of the pen trembled, she picked up the eraser to modify it, and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Fiancée, look at the message I sent you."

Qin Yan said only this and hung up the phone.

Yan Xiaye was inexplicably surprised. She put down the drawing board for the time being, opened WeChat as he said, and saw a small piece of news he forwarded to her.

The words "car accident, minor injury, hit-and-run" are vividly revealed. According to convention, the unlucky party in the news hides his name and only uses Qin as a synonym.

After staring at the news twice, Yan Xiaye seemed to understand something, but was a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!