As she turned around, Ye Hanyu glanced at her back with a vague look in his eyes.

The suspicion that he had suppressed in the depths of his heart all along, unwilling to touch, grew more and more terrifyingly, almost breaking through his shackles and making him uncontrollable.

He walked forward with a worried face, and there was a sorrow between his eyebrows that could not be dissipated.

Just as he was about to walk out of the door of the study, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wall next to him, connecting to the door of another room.

The door was open, so that Ye Hanyu could clearly see the furnishings inside.

As far as his eyes could see, he saw that in the seemingly chaotic room, there were several desks in an orderly manner.

On the stage, there are still unfinished clothing design samples.

And in the room, there are all kinds of clothing fabrics, scattered in all corners...

Seeing that he stopped inexplicably, Huang Xinying was puzzled, "Huh? With a sigh, he turned his head to look at him, only to see him staring intently in one direction.

She looked away slightly, followed his gaze, and saw him staring motionlessly at the snow-white dress on the stage that had not yet had time to be completed.

"It was designed on a whim by Dad." Huang Xinying looked at the half-finished dress with soft eyes, and said with a smile in her eyebrows.

"Dad?" Ye Hanyu couldn't help but feel confused, and felt more and more that he didn't know anything about her.

"Hmm." Huang Xinying turned her eyes to meet his deep eyes, "I forgot to tell you, my father used to be a fashion designer..."

Huang Xinying said, but her eyelids drooped, and her long eyelashes like butterfly wings slightly covered the complex look flowing in her eyes, which was incomprehensible, like sentimentality, nostalgia, distress, and helplessness...

She took a deep breath and quickly collected her emotions before Ye Hanyu could notice it.

However, as her voice settled, Ye Hanyu's always calm face could no longer be described as a shock.

The puzzled expression, coupled with the surprised eyes, made Huang Xinying see this, and couldn't help but say funny: "Can't you see it?" ”

She smiled, and quietly retracted the complicated look that was inadvertently revealed under her eyes again.

Then he led him back to his room.

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When you open the door, you will be greeted by a pink world that looks like a fairytale kingdom.

The pink design style exudes a girlish playfulness and cuteness, and blends with a princess-like nobility and elegance, which makes Ye Hanyu can't help but feel that her room, like herself, reveals a warm and sweet atmosphere everywhere, making people feel at ease and happy for no reason.

Even he, a man with a cold and powerful aura, standing in it, would not feel a trace of abruptness and disobedience.

On the contrary, there is a kind of feeling that he is in this pink space, and his aggressive aura is all over his body, which has softened a lot of feelings.

While he was curiously looking at her room, Huang Xinying smiled, then let go of his hand, walked to the bedside, and picked up the bath towel that Yun Li had just prepared and gave it to him, "Let's go take a bath first." ”

Ye Hanyu came back to his senses when he heard the voice, he didn't rush to take the bath towel she handed over, but glanced at the clothes on his body lightly, and asked worriedly, "Then what am I going to wear later?" ”

Ye Hanyu thought that if he didn't have a change of clothes to wear, he would rather not take a shower!

Anyway, it was absolutely impossible for him to take off the clothes he was wearing and put them back on again.

How could he, who has a habit of cleanliness, tolerate this kind of operation?!