The picture frame is spread out in the palm of the hand.

Yan Shiqi's eyes fell on the photo, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

probably had a premonition in my heart, so when I saw it with my own eyes, I would seem so calm and calm.

But only she knows what kind of throbbing in her heart was the moment she saw the photo.

In the photo, it's her.

Wearing a white quicksand skirt, he stood in the center of the catwalk for a curtain call, tilted his head and smiled, and gestured with a scissor hand in his right hand.

It was her first catwalk debut three years ago, and she was so happy after the curtain that she 'got carried away'.

And because of her outward emotions, Cheng Yenan taught her a good lesson after stepping down.

The runway model must be dignified and elegant, with a cold face, and must not have such a delicate expression and demeanor as her.

Yan Shiqi has a deep memory, and since then, she has become cold and indifferent on stage.

It's a professional need, and it's also a show norm.

At this moment, she looked at this photo, her fingertips rubbed gently, as if a flash of inspiration, and a picture appeared in her mind, "The photo I took in the Pingsu Mountains is also in this pose, right?"

Everything seems to be completely consistent with the memory.

Yan Shiqi looked at the man beside him, his eyes full of surprise.

On the photo wall at home, there is a photo of her wearing a white princess dress, carrying a pink schoolbag, and gesturing scissorhands to the camera.

Even after so much time, he couldn't find a photo from fourteen years ago, but ended with her mistake on her first catwalk to put it as far as his eyes could see.

"Well, you're preferred...... Scissorhands!" The man's cheeks were still reassuringly tender, and he looked at the photograph playfully.

Yan Shiqi's eyes were a little blurry, she suppressed the sore emotions in her heart, her nails dotted the corners of her lips, and murmured: "So, you look at my photos every day, and then when I first came to the office to find you, you still told me so coldly how to dissolve the marriage, it's black enough, fourth brother!"

The man's low laugh flowed from the corners of his mouth, "Right when you are complimenting!"

"Who praised you!" Yan Shiqi glanced at him, turned his face away, looked at the photo again, and finally wiped the photo frame and put it on his boss's desk again.

That's nice!

There is a person who, so long ago, silently pays attention to you and appreciates you.

And in the near future, in the inevitable encounter, and the natural love, this strong emotion is worth holding firmly.

Yan Shiqi is very fortunate and touched, on the bumpy road of life, with him, it seems that it is no longer so difficult.

At night, the lights are on, and this throbbing atmosphere lingers between them.

It's been a long time since I've been alone with him so quietly, enjoying each other's time.

Yan Shiqi's emotion was still surging, and the moment of tranquility was still broken by a rapid mobile phone ringtone.

She raised her head from the man's arms, waited for a few seconds before reacting, hurriedly got up and walked to the sofa, took out her mobile phone from her handbag, and was a little stunned when she saw the caller ID.

"Second Brother Qiao?" she glanced at the man who was gradually narrowing his eyes, and answered the phone hesitantly.

The moment she connected, before she could speak, Qiao Mu's hoarse voice came suddenly, "Brother and sister, come to the hospital, my heart hurts......"

After saying that, hang up!

Yan Shiqi was shocked by his weak and hoarse voice, and he didn't dare to delay at all, and after narrating with the man, the two drove to the hospital.

On the way, Yan Shiqi called Qiao Mu back again, but he was not in the service area.

She called Ling Zihuan again, her mobile phone was turned off, and even Mu Yi's mobile phone was unanswered......