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While Yang Zizi was still holding her mobile phone, the bathroom door was opened again. A foreign woman, who had changed into a bathrobe, walked straight over. Yang Zizi quickly got up and went into the kitchen to pour a cup of hot coffee. She placed it in front of her.

"Please." Yang Zizi was very nervous, afraid of making a joke out of English.

The foreign woman didn't touch the cup of coffee. Her blue eyes were like translucent gems as she looked at Yang Zizi with a sharp gaze. "Thank you for letting me stay the night. I will leave once the rain stops tomorrow."

"You don't have to be in such a hurry. The weather station said that this is a storm, you can stay longer …"

"The smell of flowers in this house is terrible." The foreign woman frowned in disgust. Her tone was very unfriendly.

The latter half of Yang Zizi's words were firmly choked in his throat as he awkwardly held a cup of water and drank. The foreign woman went to the other side to answer the phone, her angry voice rising.

"I'm in a shitty villa in Maldives. What? That batch of clothes hasn't been airlifted to Paris yet?! I don't care what kind of plane is out of service, call shipping, transfer a private plane! " The foreign woman furiously pressed down the phone, sat back down on the sofa, picked up the neatly wrapped bag on the table and tore it open.

There was a thick stack of design books, and each page was filled with all kinds of dresses. Yang Zizi was curious and couldn't help but take a few more glances. The foreign woman looked at him with her red nail polish covering her finger as she pointed at a page and asked, "You can understand this?"

Yang Zizi nodded slightly. When she was young, she had dreamed of growing up to be a designer. A picture book contained all of her dreams, but she had lost them all.

The foreign woman opened the book and tossed her a question that troubled her. "What color belt does this orange dress go with?"

Yang Zizi looked at the dress on the map, thought for a moment, and gave an affirmative answer. "Blue belt, the width of three knuckles."

"The reason."

"I don't think there's any reason. In my eyes, this orange dress should be worn with a blue belt." Inspiration should not be restricted by any rules or regulations.

The reply was very self-confident, causing this foreign woman to be curious about her.

"I am Melinda, and this is all the new designs for this spring and summer in Paris. Your suggestion just now was not bad. " Melinda used a pen to mark the side of the orange dress with a blue belt, three fingers wide.

Melinda Jesse... The legend of the fashion world, the creator of the global fashion weather vane!

Now, this Queen surrounded by starlight was sitting right in front of her!

"May, Lady Melinda, can you give me an autograph?" Yang Zizi's hands trembled as she handed the pen and paper over. "Please!"

Melinda ignored him and lowered her head to study the design book in her hands. When Yang Zizi took back her pen and paper in frustration, she suddenly said, "The coffee has turned cold."

Yang Zizi picked up the cup of coffee from the table. "I'll brew another cup for you right now!" He turned and ran into the kitchen.

"I only drink freshly grinded cognac." After Melinda finished speaking, Yang Zizi, who had rushed to the entrance of the kitchen, silently retreated …

Are all the people standing at the top of the fashion industry so picky and difficult to deal with?!

The next day, after the storm, there was a clear sky, the Maldives unique blue sea and blue sky, after the rain actually had a bit of Jiangnan Yanyu poetry. Different from ink, it is beautiful oil painting, blue tone and pure white corresponding.

On such a beautiful morning, Yang Zizi had no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, Melinda told the poached egg to fry 5% cooked, bacon to be Dutch, 70% cooked. Even the fruit and sauces used to make the salad were branded.

After the skillet was heated, Yang Zizi poured olive oil into it. As soon as the temperature rose to seventy degrees, she threw in the bacon. She hurried out with two breakfasts, and Melinda took only a sip of her coffee and left the knife and fork untouched.

"Was it because I made it too unpalatable?" There's no reason, she didn't even have to taste it before she knew it was good to eat it?

Melinda swept her with a top-down gaze. "I wanted to eat that just now, but now I don't."

"…" Yang Zizi wanted to cry, but no tears came out. She silently moved Melinda's untouched breakfast in front of her and ate it.

A city was calm and tranquil. Han Yuxuan drove back to his villa, the place where he once lived with Yang Zizi.

The roses planted in the courtyard had bloomed long ago. On one side was a red rose that looked like blood, just like a strong love. On the other side was a sad white rose, like the tears of a lover.

Yang Zizi's favorite, Rose, said that if this villa was filled with blossoming roses, it would be very similar to the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty" living in the castle!

The princess would be asleep in her dreams, waiting for the fated prince to appear.

Zi Zi, the rose flowers have already bloomed …

While Han Yuxuan was lost in thought as he gazed at the clumps of roses, a grey English cat-cat-catcher took elegant strides and snuggled up to Han Yuxuan's feet like a ball of fur.

"Sir, you're back!" Zhang Ma was surprised and happy to see Han Yuxuan. Since his wife's departure, sir has not set foot here.

Han Yuxuan bent over and gently picked up the cat. Mrs Zhang took it from him and hugged it, "Mister … When will Madame return? "

"Maybe she won't even come back here." Under her ink-black eyes, there seemed to be endless grief. Zhang Ma silently sighed, and the kitten in her arms also mewled.

"Sir, there is something I should tell you... During this period of time, Miss Ye has frequently come here to help clean the furniture. I didn't dare to let her do anything else, so I just wiped off the dust on the furniture. "

Han Yuxuan's face darkened and he coldly warned her, "Next time, don't let her enter this villa."

Mrs Zhang nodded, "Yes..." "Mister …"

The phone in his pocket vibrated. Han Yuxuan immediately picked it up when he saw the number.

"Hello?"

Ye Suixin, who was driving, missed a beat as he adjusted the Bluetooth earphone in his ear, "Hey boss, I'm driving to sister-in-law's place. I've already arranged everything according to your instructions."

Han Yuxuan looked straight ahead, "Is there anyone else living near the villa?" He hastily selected the address, but didn't have the time to inspect the surroundings.

Ye Suixin turned the steering wheel, pursing her lips into a smile, "You can rest assured. There is only my sister-in-law a few miles away." Otherwise, would she need to drive for an hour?

After knowing that everything was fine, Han Yuxuan's mood became complicated.

It turned out that without him by her side, she could also live a peaceful and enjoyable life.

"I have other things to take care of here. Call me when you get back tonight, that's all." Han Yuxuan pressed the hang up button, then turned around and walked towards the villa.

Ye Suixin stepped on the throttle to adjust the speed of the car and drove it onto the mountain road.

When they arrived at the mansion, Ye Suixin sat in the car and saw that the door was closed. When he got out of the car, he saw that the door was locked.