Chen Fanyin is a person who particularly likes to plan the worst.

This is also a disadvantage. The advantage is that no matter how bad things are, she rarely feels caught off guard. The disadvantage is that... the chances of people around her being injured by accident are too high.

If Jing Zeheng had not forged a pair of steel and iron bones in the shopping mall, Chen Fanyin's words would have made him jump off the building.

But she was used to making toxic chicken soup herself, and her toxicity was too strong, so when she saw the black green under Jing Zeheng the next day, she asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong with you? You haven't had a good sleep?"

Jing Zeheng drank coffee and said "Yeah".

Chen Fanyin sincerely comforted him: "You are not young anymore, so pay more attention to your health."

Jing Zeheng's hand holding the coffee cup couldn't help but tremble.

Chen Fanyin: "Look, your hands are shaking. Do you want to go for a physical examination after the Chinese New Year?"

Jing Zeheng: “…”

Shen Xin came down from the building and happened to hear this conversation.

She came to the dining table, patted Jing Zeheng's shoulder sympathetically, and then glared at Chen Fanyin: "You can't block your mouth when you eat? Can you understand what 'silence is golden' in the new year?"

Chen Fanyin: “…?”

Whatever the pot is hers?

She shrugged and lowered her head to eat.

Shen Xin sat down at the table, drank milk and said to her, "Is it okay today? I'll take you to buy a few clothes."

Chen Fanyin lowered her eyes, obeyed her mother's orders, and felt the feeling of shutting up.

"If you don't say anything, I will pretend you agreed."

"...No, work overtime." Chen Fanyin raised his head, "It's not that I don't want to experience it, it's that you don't give me a chance."

"Aren't you on vacation?"

"Vacation and overtime are two different things." Chen Fanyin stuffed his last bite of the sandwich into his mouth and said to them, "You eat slowly, I'm going to work."

"Hey?" Shen Xin looked at her walking away in confusion, and could only ask Jing Zeheng, "Aheng, is she so busy?"

Jing Zeheng nodded and explained to her: "Yes, their newly rented store is in the business district of the Case Hotel. It has a relatively large area and will receive more customers. She needs to make a batch of wedding dresses."

"That's how..."

Shen Xin frowned and looked back at Chen Fanyin's back, with more worry in her eyes.

In the studio, Chen Fanyin looked at the lapis lazuli again and was very satisfied with its appearance.

After appreciating it, she put it on the bottom of the material rack, found a stack of design drawings she had drawn before, took them back to the table, and selected them while modifying them.

She consciously finished what she should do, and now she relaxed her body and mind, and devoted herself to the preparations of the wedding shop.

As for whether he is good or bad, good or evil, she is no longer willing to go into delving into it.

The memories on both sides were blurred and the stars were dimmed.

Chen Fanyin's design drafts are in stock. In the past six months since she opened the store, she has not made many wedding dresses, but she has a thick stack of design drafts. The store was small before, and there were no places to put new ones, and there were few customers, so the cost must be strictly controlled.

It's convenient now.

She had just revised the third design draft when the door was knocked.

She thought it was Uncle Wang who came to deliver her fruit, so she responded casually: "Please come in."

It was Jing Zeheng who came in.

He stood by the door and asked her, "Can you borrow a place?"

As he said that, he pointed to the front: "It's too noisy if there is a guest coming."

Chen Fanyin lowered the volume of the radio a little: "You can do whatever you want."

"Thanks."

Jing Zeheng closed the door and took the book to sit down on the recliner where Chen Fanyin usually rested.

He opened the book, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Chen Fanyin.

The sun is so bright today, and it is spread on her body through the white gauze, as gentle as the moonlight. She is wearing a linen dress, loose and comfortable, her long thick hair is braided and drooped on her chest, making her face look smaller.

The light music slowly flowing on the radio was rustling with the rustling sound of the brushstrokes on the paper, adding a sense of peace and quietness to the warm-up room, and time seemed to slide by slowly.

She was particularly attentive and didn't notice his gaze at all. This indifference made his gaze more bold, and the book in her hand always fell on the first page.

Jing Zeheng didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, Chen Fanyin was no longer at the table.

Without seeing her, he woke up instantly and sat up.

The blanket on his body slid down, and then he saw that there was an extra blanket on his body and the book in his hand was put aside.

He also saw the shadow of Chen Fanyin.

She sat by the window, her slender fingers hooked a piece of lace, and in a few seconds she tied the slender lace band into a rose.

Jing Zeheng's voice arose alarmed her.

Chen Fanyin glanced at him and said, "The water is in the refrigerator."

After saying that, she continued to fiddle with the lace in her hand, still focusing on it.

She didn't say that, he didn't think it was, but when she said that, he was really thirsty.

He went to get a bottle of water, and after drinking half a bottle, he also walked to her.

Looking at her dexterous movements, he said, "The hands are so clever."

"After doing it, it will be mature." Chen Fanyin responded, put down the newly prepared lace flower, and then asked him, "Are you not sleeping?"

"Yes." Jing Zeheng nodded, "Do you need me to help?"

"I'm used to working by myself." Chen Fanyin said and stood up, "I'm going to cut the cloth, and the sound will be a little loud."

She had sorted out the design draft half an hour ago. Seeing that he was still asleep, she was kind and did not cut the cloth so that she would not make too much noise to wake him up.

Jing Zeheng looked at the time, it was noon.

"Cook it after dinner?"

Chen Fanyin stretched out: "I'm not hungry, and my mother just sent me a message saying that some more guests came, and I think it's good for me to hide here."

Jing Zeheng looked at her and smiled: "Uncle Wang will deliver us some food later."

Uncle Wang couldn't forget that there were two people here, they just had to wait for food.

"Then let's talk about it later." Chen Fanyin went to the cloth rack and searched carefully.

Those white silks seemed the same to Jing Zeheng, but they were completely different in Shen Fanyin's eyes.

After a while, her little hand was placed on a piece of cloth. Before she could use force, there was a big hand on the cloth roll.

"I'll do it." Jing Zeheng said, carrying the cloth she wanted.

It's very heavy, it must be more than forty pounds.

He didn't think anything was wrong, but he looked at Chen Fanyin with a hint of heartache.

She used to carry such a heavy thing herself?

Looking at her slender body, it was hard for him to imagine how she moved.

"Where do you put it?" he asked.

Chen Fanyin was stolen by the job, and then he hurriedly said, "Just put it on the table."

She made it aside neatly, and when he put it down, she said, "Brother, go and rest, I'll do it myself."

Jing Zeheng stood there without moving: "I've had enough sleep, move around, tell me what do you want."

Chen Fanyin's gaze unconsciously fell on his waist: "Then be careful, you can make your waist awkward."
Chapter completed!