The pleasant voice of the radio host continued, telling about Ling Siye's great achievements, which made Qiao Nianen laugh from ear to ear. The man she loved had already become a legend in this city.
Ling Siye stared straight ahead with no expression on his face. He was already used to such compliments. The traffic ahead has begun to evacuate, and we can continue our journey at any time.
Soon, the car in front slowly moved forward and gradually returned to its normal driving speed.
Ling Siye started the car and merged into the traffic, carrying Qiao Nianen with a sweet smile on his face, and quickly disappeared on the bustling Central Avenue.
The streamlined sports car circled half a circle in the middle, and then drove into a magnificent manor. The colorful and red green vegetation was trimmed extraordinarily beautifully, giving people a simple and stylish beauty.
Only then did Qiao Nianen remember that he was still wearing home clothes, and quickly asked Ling Siye, "Didn't you want to take me to change? It seems a little impolite to come to someone's manor wearing home clothes, right?"
Ling Siye smiled but didn't say a word, and drove the car to the gate of the manor. The gentleman helped Qiao Nianen open the car door, "This is the Shen family's private manor, and the owner inside is the world's top designer. She has long admired your talent , insisted that I bring you here, and said that I would personally create a unique costume for you."
"Shen's family?" Qiao Nianen suddenly remembered the report he saw on the website not long ago, "Could it be Shen Aojun?"
Ling Siye took Qiao Nianen's hand and walked towards the manor side by side with him, "Why, have you heard her name before?"
"Yes, I heard that she is a world-class designer, and the wives of the presidents of all countries are proud to wear the clothes designed by her. But I heard that her life experience is very mysterious, and no one has seen her true face."
Qiao Nianen was once curious about this mysterious woman, but it was only for a moment, and he soon forgot all about it. He never thought that he would be able to see her true face now.
"By the way, how did you know her?" Qiao Nianen asked a little nervously. Given the painful experience in the past, she is now very wary of women who appear beside Ling Siye.
"Tsk tsk, why did I suddenly smell sour vinegar in the air?" Ling Siye nodded jokingly at the tip of Qiao Nianen's delicate nose, "Don't worry, she is neither my ex-girlfriend nor a childhood playmate, no need So nervous."
Qiao Nianen blushed with embarrassment, and thumped Ling Siye's chest coquettishly, "I hate it, if I didn't suffer too much, would I react so exaggeratedly?"
"That's true." Ling Siye thought of the losses that Nian En had suffered because of him in the past, and hugged her in his arms distressedly, "Don't worry, even if everyone hurts you, she won't. Because, She's a man."
Qiao Nianen was listening nervously at first, wondering what this Shen Aojun had to do with Ling Siye, but he never thought that the famous Shen Aojun would be a man.
"But...but those reports..." Qiao Nianen hesitated, unable to digest the fact that Shen Aojun, whom the media has always praised as "her", is a man.
Ling Siye smiled brightly, "You actually believe those fabricated reports? I'm afraid they haven't even seen Shen Aojun's real face."
As he spoke, Ling Siye nodded his chin forward, "Hey, he's here to pick us up."
Qiao Nianen followed Ling Siye's gaze, and saw a bright pink mass walking in front of her.
She blinked in disbelief, yes, it was pink.
The visitor was slender, with straight legs striding forward, he was indeed a solid man, but he was wearing a pink suit that was more delicate than a peach blossom.
Qiao Nianen only felt that her three views had been subverted. It was the first time she saw a man wearing a pink suit, and she could wear this color more elegantly than a woman.
I saw Shen Aojun's slender eyebrows and long eyes, under the straight bridge of the nose were lips that were so thin that they had no color, and his complexion was so pale-skinned that there was no blood, as if he seldom saw the sun.
The pink suit was fitted on Shen Aojun's body properly, not only did it not make him look soft, but it gave off a kind of indifference that strangers should not get close to.
Shen Aojun strode towards Ling Siye, and when he saw Qiao Nianen, he stretched out his arms openly, "Yo, look who's here, this is the little wife on the tip of our President Ling's heart, right?"
Qiao Nian'en nodded politely, not knowing how to respond, Ling Siye had already pushed Shen Aojun's hand aside, "Stop your hands and feet, hurry up and make clothes."
Shen Aojun rolled his eyes in displeasure, "You're so stingy, I just saw a beautiful woman and wanted to hug her, what about you?"
"It's just that you dare to reach out to her in front of me. If it was someone else, the eyeballs would have been gouged out." Ling Siye said unceremoniously, and stretched out his hand to push Shen Aojun, "Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up and make clothes , otherwise we won’t be able to make it to the evening banquet.”
"Okay, okay, it's really boring." Shen Aojun was not angry, he still smiled and looked back at Qiao Nianen who was being protected by Ling Siye, "Beautiful lady, come with me."
Qiao Nian'en nodded, and also wanted to know how brilliant the clothes designed by Shen Aojun were, which would make the wives of presidents from all over the world full of praise.
Guided by Shen Aojun, the three of them walked one after the other, and soon came to a glass house in the manor.
The house has a geometric shape, and the roof is polished into a polygonal diamond surface, refracting colorful iridescent colors in the sunlight. It is a graceful path paved under the feet of Qiao Nianen and the others.
Qiao Nianen was attracted by this path, and walking on it, he suddenly felt as if he had returned to his childhood.
She looked up at Shen Aojun who was walking in front of Ling Siye, and then she believed that he was really the world-renowned top designer.
"Please come in, my honored guest." Shen Aojun pushed open the crescent-shaped glass door and smiled brightly at Qiao Nianen.
Ling Siye cleared his throat in displeasure, "We make clothes, quickly put away your doorman stuff."
"Please don't be sentimental, my courtesy is only for this beautiful lady." Shen Aojun replied unceremoniously, and when facing Qiao Nianen, he returned to his modest and gentleman appearance.
This is probably the friendship between men, right? Qiao Nianen laughed silently, stepped through the crescent-shaped glass door and walked in.
The design room was filled with clothes of various styles, which dazzled Qiao Nianen. Before he could look carefully, Shen Aojun had already pushed a rack of clothes to Qiao Nianen, "It's been a long time since I had such a perfect model. You made the most perfect goddess."
Ling Siye was sitting on the sofa beside him, watching Shen Aojun's every move, and sneered coldly from time to time.
"Your hand, give me a little distance."
"Don't be too intimate!"