Chapter 327

Even Yan Xiluo made a request that puzzled the boss of the company. She hoped that the company could hide her identity. All her design achievements were handed over to the boss's sister Triumph. , are also led by Triumph.

And Yan Xiluo just wanted to sit silently in a corner where no one was disturbed, and concentrate on drawing her own design drafts, and didn't want to participate in Vanity Fair at all.

In her spare time, Yan Xiluo spends most of her time quietly drawing her design drafts, and occasionally she pays attention to the Qiao Group in Xuancheng, China.

Through the unimpeded network, Yan Xiluo can easily know all kinds of news about the Qiao Group. She knew that after she left, Qiao Moli really recovered. Not only did she become the president of the Qiao Group again, but she also successfully brought the Qiao Group back to life, becoming the most eye-catching chaebol group in the world again.

These are naturally what Yan Xiluo wants to see in her dreams. She is very happy with Qiao Moli's achievements and knows that these are completely effortless for him. Every time she saw Qiao Moli's figure from the video or web link, her eyes were filled with tears of longing.

Although she knew that Qiao Moli was looking for her like crazy, but Hu Qiu forced her to make such a vicious oath in order to get the antidote. Now even if she misses them again, she will never dare to come back their side. Even she can only be like a mouse hiding in the shadows, afraid that Qiao Moli will find her whereabouts.

In the long night, she was devoured by boundless thoughts every night, and her heart was piercingly painful. But she didn't dare to gamble, she was afraid, afraid of those poisonous oaths she made, and even more afraid that if she was a little careless, those oaths would really come true.

Even if lovesickness is a disaster, she must never go back to find Qiao Moli, just let her hide in a corner of the world alone, silently watching this beloved man and her most beloved child.

On this day, Yan Xiluo was drawing a sketch of a new clothing design in the yard. This small courtyard was built by herself, and it was like her and Qiao Moli's home in France, filled with various green plants and lovely flowers.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the smell of spring, while Yan Xiluo is in this refreshing and fresh air, comfortably exuding his keen thinking.

"Knock knock knock."

The fence gate of the courtyard rang.

Yan Xiluo put down her paintbrush, got up and went to open the door. It turned out that it was the little girl who gave her the design draft of the company.

"Thank you for your hard work, and you have to go back and forth to help me deliver these design drafts." Yan Xiluo asked her to sit down, and made her a cup of tea.

The little girl took the tea and laughed, "Designer Yan, how can this be called hard work? I am obviously lazy to come here to kill time every time, and there is such delicious tea, which is simply the most perfect in the world." It's an errand."

Yan Xiluo laughed after being teased by the little girl, "No, if you like, I can give you some tea later. This is our spring tea, and it contains the taste of my hometown."

Saying that, Yan Xiluo's eyes were slightly dazed, something called longing quietly spread from the bottom of her heart, crawling up to her heart little by little.

The little girl is also winking. Seeing Yan Xiluo's expression seemed to be a bit lost, she quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Designer Yan, when I came here, I passed by the square and saw a handsome street performer. He looks so handsome! But every picture he draws looks like you, do you want to take a look?"

Yan Xiluo laughed softly, "No way, you must have read it wrong, I don't have any acquaintances here."

Seeing that Yan Xiluo didn't believe it, the little girl secretly made up her mind, anyway, she was here to deliver the sketches every day, and tomorrow she must secretly take a photo of that handsome, jealous painter!

Yan Xiluo chatted with the younger sister a few more times before sending her out.

This little girl is responsible for delivering drawings to herself every day, and she is quite clever in doing things. She still likes it quite a bit. But today she actually said that she met someone painting herself on the street, that was a bit too exaggerated. After all, she hid in Rome incognito because she was afraid that Qiao Moli would find her. How could someone come here to look for her?

Thinking of this, Yan Xiluo shook her head indifferently, and put aside what she heard from her little sister to the back of her mind, and concentrated on organizing her sketches.

Early the next day, the little girl came again, this time she put the things on the table, and directly called her name, "Designer Yan, take a look, this is the photo I just secretly took, take a look Is the picture that person painted really you?"

Yan Xiluo didn't expect this little girl to be so serious. Since everyone had already taken pictures, and she didn't want to look at it, she stretched her head to look at it, and then she couldn't move anymore like a wooden man.

The photos were taken secretly, thanks to the good pixels of the mobile phone. Although the angle of the candid shots is not very good, the quality is very clear. In the photo with the square as the background, there is a tall and thin man drawing with a drawing board sideways.

The man's expression was focused and serious, as if what he was facing was not an easel, but his most beloved lover, and what he held in his hand was a paintbrush that was not dipped in paint, but a red rose that was about to bloom. And he himself was whispering softly to his lover.

"Designer Yan?" The little girl saw that Yan Xi was in a daze, and gave her a slight push, "Look, this is a painting I secretly took of him. Do you think this portrait doesn't look like you? I think The first time I arrived, I even thought you were standing there as a model for him."

Yan Xiluo's eyes were a little moist, she put away her messy thoughts, and slid to the second photo.

This photo is a realistic oil painting. The woman in the painting is standing in front of a clump of golden okra, full of energy and smile, as if she is about to come alive from the painting.

"How is it? Designer Yan, did you draw this person just after your image? You didn't believe it yesterday." The little girl's voice brought Yan Xiluo back to reality.

Yan Xiluo came back to her senses, only to realize that at some point, she had burst into tears. She didn't care to clean up her embarrassment, and asked the little girl excitedly, "Where did you meet this man? Take me there!"

The little girl was taken aback by Yan Xiluo, but judging by her reaction, she knew that she had guessed correctly. This handsome male artist really knew Designer Yan!

"Okay, he's at the corner of the square, he's definitely still there now, I'll take you there."

Before the little girl could finish her sentence, she was dragged by Yan Xiluo and ran out of her small courtyard, without even closing the door in such a hurry.

Along the way, Yan Xiluo kept urging the company girl, "Hurry up, let's hurry up! He won't leave later."

"Don't worry, Designer Yan, this painter has lived here for a long time, anyway, I can see him every time. At first I just glanced at his unfinished paintings occasionally, until when I came that day, I saw someone else After snapping up his finished paintings, I found out that the people in those paintings look exactly like you. I was guessing that the painter must know you, and it seems that I guessed right! How wonderful! "