can't help but go, she hasn't asked Han Yunting about Fashion Week yet.

The man leaned on the edge of the table with his legs folded, looking at Yan Shiqi's figure, and his voice was thick and calm, "You really don't have anything to say to me?"

Yan Shiqi walked to the side of the sofa and paused, and there was a little entanglement on his white cheeks.

She pondered how to speak, but there was already a warmth behind her.

"Mrs. Qin doesn't plan to continue to be honest with me?"

The man himself surrounded her, with a sigh in his voice, full of indulgence towards her.

In this way, Yan Shiqi did not hesitate any longer, turned around from his arms, and when he faced him, he said bluntly: "In mid-to-late February, it is Paris Fashion Week." ”

As she spoke, her gaze fell intently on the man's pupils, intending to capture all his demeanor reactions.

If the fourth brother really doesn't approve of her going to participate, then she may need to discuss with Han Yunting for a long time when she has dinner tonight.

It is true that she can ignore everyone's mood and preferences, but she cannot ignore his thoughts.

At that time, the man nodded kindly, "Well, I heard." ”

Yan Shiqi blinked, "At the brand launch conference of Brother Han, he said that he was going to participate in the show of Paris Fashion Week, so ...... Maybe I'll need to go with me as an spokesperson. ”

After speaking, she waited for the man's answer with a well-behaved appearance.

Now is different from the past, her current physical condition, probably will be rejected.

And yet—

"Yes, yes. ”

Yan Shiqi was stunned: "?"

It's that simple?!

She came from Qiao's and did countless ideological construction along the way, thinking that it would be very difficult to capture the fortress of the fourth brother, but the result was ...... He agreed so easily?

Yan Shiqi thought it was incredible.

She kept peeking at the man's calm expression, and couldn't help but ask again, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course!" he replied.

Seeing this, the strange feeling in Yan Shiqi's heart became even more obvious.

She pulled the man to his seat, her eyes moving back and forth between his cheeks.

Is she thinking too much?!

After a while, Yan Shiqi forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart, hooked the man's fingertips, and traced the outline of his bone joints, "That...... If you agree, I'll let Cheng Yenan arrange the itinerary for Fashion Week. ”

"Hmm. ”

The man replied softly, but his lowered eyelids covered the glint in his eyes.

At this moment, Yan Shiqi finally let go of the big stone in his heart.

She urged the man to go to work, and she took out her mobile phone and began to send WeChat messages to Cheng Yenan.

Paris Fashion Week will be the second international catwalk of her career.

It's glory and glory, and she's already looking forward to it.

……

In the evening, half past five.

The man drove to Yinan Restaurant with Yan Shiqi by himself, and the song "Bressenon" with a gentle and beautiful rhythm was put in the car.

She remembers the first time she heard the song in his car.

At this time, the sky outside the window was getting dark, and as the light curtain of the street lamp swept through the car, she could vaguely see the reflection of the man's side face from the window.

It's the same as it was at the beginning.

"Do you remember the first time we came to Yinan Restaurant?"

Hearing this, the man cast a glance at her, his thin lips slightly sideways, "You said you wanted to invite me to eat Malatang?"

Yan Shiqi choked and laughed, "It's obviously the first time to hold hands, why do you mention Malatang!"

Maybe this song is too beautiful, and hearing the melodious tune again, it made Yan Shiqi's heart ripple in his memory.