Leng Shutong looked dully at the black page. After a long time, she quit wechat, closed her eyes and supported her forehead, feeling the sadness of being despised.

Blame her too indecisive, a few years of contact, did not dare to reveal his mind.

Now, it's hard for her to tell the truth, but she has no chance!

If she did it again, she would rather ask him for a result herself!

So, do you want to continue to humble yourself?

Leng Shutong thought, or not!

At this point, Xize had tried out everything she wanted to know in his way.

Just like the paragraph on rice paper, it is useless to force people to be unhappy.

……

Two days later, Leng Shutong and Xize both left pingsu village.

Instead of stopping, they set out directly in Guidong province for Paris, France.

Leng Shutong's unrequited love seems to have come to an end.

When she returned to Paris, she quickly threw herself into the preparations for the fashion week, doing all the details herself.

Hardly give yourself a little leisure time!

Because she was afraid, as long as she stopped, she could think of the red exclamation mark on the wechat chat page.

He didn't even have the most basic communication, and directly pulled her black, which was enough to prove that his heart was cold and hard.

More than a week later, early May ushered in the Paris fashion week.

Leng Shutong appeared in front of the stage with her latest wedding dress design.

The design concept of RS wedding dress is in line with the perfect purity pursued by women nowadays.

Whether it's the style of wedding dress or the overall shape, women are crazy about it.

On this day, the first RS wedding dress show ended. When Leng Shutong was finishing her dress, she unexpectedly saw Han Yunting's familiar figure in the background of people coming and going.

He is still dazzling, even in a crowd of models, still noble.

Leng Shutong looked at him across the air. After a few seconds, she lowered her eyelashes and continued to arrange her wedding dress calmly.

She didn't come forward to say hello, then hurriedly explained a few words to the assistant, and left the backstage.

At this time, Han Yunting raised his head from the flow sheet and looked around in a complicated way.

He saw Leng Shutong just now.

After all, in her compelling eyes, it's hard to ignore.

Thought she would come to say hello, Han Yunting is still thinking about how to communicate with her.

As a result

A few minutes later, Leng Shutong not only didn't come, but also couldn't find her in the bustling backstage.

Han Yunting's cheek was full of complexity, which made him feel a little strange.

On that day, after Xize and he confessed Leng Shutong's heart, he thought about it carefully. It seems that since they met, she would come to talk with each other on all occasions.

Even though he still does not believe that Leng Shutong will like him for seven years, all the pictures in the past fully prove this point.

Han Yunting searched around for a long time, and finally got nothing.

He pursed his thin lower lip with a trace of relief and disappointment.

Maybe the impression of the past made him used to such a mode, suddenly breaking the inherent state, and accepting incompetence for a moment.

Han Yunting frowned and turned his head to re-examine the details of the flow sheet.

But in my heart, it's still a little empty.

This kind of mood, too strange, I do not know where to start.

……

That night, after the opening ceremony of fashion week, Han Yunting and his assistant came to the western restaurant near the Seine River.

After he took his seat, he ordered a glass of red wine. As he looked at the menu, a man and a woman came into the entrance.