C21

The box was opened, revealing a pure white dress.

He Mingxuan took the skirt out of the box and the elegant hem of the skirt fell down smoothly. Even if he folded it inside the box, it didn't have the slightest crease.

Not to mention the shop assistant who was watching from the side, even Yu Meng herself couldn't help but fall into a trance as she looked at the person in the mirror. Was that really her?

The man gently said, "Do you like it?"

Yu Meng came back to her senses and gently nodded her head.

"It's good that you like it. I designed it especially for you."

No wonder Yu Meng felt that it fit her body.

The shop assistant could not help but praise: "Miss Yu, you are truly blessed to have Mr He love you so much."

Yu Meng's face reddened. "No …" You misunderstand, he and I are not like how you think we are. "

The shop assistant had a look of understanding as he said, "Miss Yu, don't be embarrassed. If you aren't a lover, how could Mr. He know about your figure and details?"

Hearing this, Yu Meng's face turned even redder.

"Don't tell the truth." He Mingxuan waved his hand and the shop assistant left with a knowing smile.

Yu Meng thought to herself, "?"

"He Mingxuan! Why don't you explain it! "

He Mingxuan said innocently: "There's no need to explain."

"You … "How did you know my figure …"

He could even grasp his chest so perfectly.

In his memory, he hadn't even been hugged by her.

He Mingxuan suddenly laughed slyly: "You really want to hear it?"

Yu Meng was stunned. Looking at He Mingxuan's smile, she kept thinking that there was nothing good behind it.

He quickly shook his head. "Forget it." It was probably not a serious thing to answer.

He Mingxuan suddenly asked her, "Mengmeng, why do you like the design of AIF?"

In Yu Meng's previous wardrobe, almost all of them had been designed by AIF. For this designer who only heard of works, but never showed her face, Yu Meng could be said to be very fond of her.

Without any hesitation, he replied, "Because he is the only designer who can only do Chinese style apparel, but can sell the number one design in the entire world."

He Mingxuan seemed to be a little discouraged. "So that's how it is."

"Why are you reacting like that?"

"I thought you were going to talk about mental communication and emotional enjoyment. "Such kind of words..."

Yu Meng laughed, "Even if I'm involved with AIF, what would you do with it? Don't tell me …" Actually, Yu Meng had already guessed this from the beginning, "Could it be that you are an AIF?"

He Mingxuan did not deny it.

However, he did not directly admit it either.

He smiled as he held onto Yu Meng's hand, deliberately avoiding that question.

"Such a beautiful dress. I need a pair of suitable shoes to match it."

He carried Yu Meng to the shoe area. Along the way, Yu Meng let him drag her along, she even felt as if she was being dragged behind him. They were not far from each other, and Yu Meng looked at He Mingxuan's short, soft, chestnut hair. Suddenly, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"He Mingxuan." She called to him.

"Hmm?" The man stopped walking and turned around. He looked at Yu Meng with a smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Have we met before?"

He Mingxuan looked down at Yu Meng: "Why do you ask this?"

"Sometimes, your every action and glance makes me feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"I'm the one in the dream." He Mingxuan's gaze was soft, and it was filled with a sense of intimacy, "It's normal for a girl to dream of the one she likes."

Yu Meng raised her hand and hammered him in the chest, "Then it definitely isn't you!"

The two of them made a ruckus as they walked to the shoe section. Yu Meng's dress attracted quite a few people's attention; the discussion was filled with praise for her beauty.

When Yu Meng heard this, her face remained calm, but her heart was already blooming with flowers.

Some people couldn't help but ask Yu Meng where she had bought this dress.

"This …" Yu Meng looked up at He Mingxuan, wondering if he had designed it for his, or for AIF.

Without waiting for Yu Meng to come up with anything, He Mingxuan opened his mouth first.

"There's no need to ask. This is a customized version. There's only one in the world."

"Custom? Which designer ordered it? "

He Mingxuan smiled lightly: "AIF."

Yu Meng was stunned. She heard the woman in front of her exclaim,

"AIF?!" That AIF who is called the God of Domestic Design?! "

He Mingxuan did not reply as he pulled Yu Meng and left.

The crowd that was left behind was so shocked that their jaws nearly fell off.

"AIF huh …" There is actually someone in this world who is so blessed to have AIF design clothes for her … "

That night, He Mingxuan sent Yu Meng home. Just as he was about to leave, he was called by Yu Meng.

"Wait a bit, give me your bank card number. You're the one who paid for the shoes in the afternoon, I'll call you."

He Mingxuan leaned on the doorframe: "When did you become so rich?"

That pair of shoes cost thirty-eight thousand, while Yu Meng's company cost less than three thousand a month …

"I sold that house in Dihao Community."

"Sold?" He Mingxuan thought for a while, "Tan Yubai transferred the ownership of the house to you?"

Yu Meng nodded.

"How much did you sell it for?"

Yu Meng reported the number.

"When was it sold?"

"On that day, after I got drunk, and received the letter of transfer of property from Tan Yubai, the next day, a buyer contacted me."

"So fast!" He Mingxuan frowned: "The price isn't low, it is even higher than the value of the house. Since we are here for a quick transfer, logically speaking, the price should be reduced by at least 10%."

Buying products as an intermediary was even more of a scam. When they found the owner and rushed to help, the price they offered was usually unimaginably low.

Yu Meng's house could actually be sold for such a high price.

If one were to say that there was no problem, He Mingxuan definitely would not believe it.

Yu Meng didn't think much of it, and only smiled in satisfaction. "This should mean that I'm finally going to be able to move on."

"I met a kind buyer who didn't take advantage of the fire to rob me."

When He Mingxuan heard Yu Meng's words, he fell silent for a few seconds. He raised his hand and ruffled her silky hair.

"How can there be such a foolish girl like you in this world?"

Yu Meng fiercely spat out, "Pui! I'm dumb, and you still like me. You're even stupider! "

"Right, right, right. I'm stupid, even more stupid than you are." He Mingxuan smiled lovingly, "If you have such things in the future, remember to discuss them with me. Maybe I will also want to buy your room."

Yu Meng did not say anything. Actually, she was afraid that He Mingxuan would do this, which was why she did not tell him.

She had been trying to keep her distance from him, trying not to owe him too much, but now that she had tried, it seemed … There was no point...

"Anyway, you sent me your card number."

"You can pay for the shoes, but what about the dress?" He Mingxuan simply walked in from the door: "AIF has never customized a present for anyone before."

Yu Meng raised her head and looked over. "So, you admit that you're an AIF?"

He Mingxuan laughed and added, "Yes, it's your male god AIF."

"Are you crazy? Why are you pretending to be a university student in my elective class after becoming famous!" Yu Meng stared at him. "Could it be that next year's main design is for the school uniform? And here I thought you were doing some private interviews. You're really sick."

Yu Meng was really angry. Thinking back to what she had done to He Mingxuan these past few days, she suddenly felt that she was as ridiculous as a clown, and her face became even redder.

"Like I said, I went to your class because I liked you."

Yu Meng looked at He Mingxuan. Facing this fellow's Sweets Bead, she had no other feelings but anger.

Yu Meng gave a cold humph, "Still trying to trick her? How long are you planning to lie to her for?"

Who would believe that he liked it?

"I'm not lying to you."

"Yes, you didn't lie to me, you just didn't tell me that you aren't a university student, or that you are actually the son of He Feng Sheng, and even said that you are a famous fashion designer, AIF." The more Yu Meng spoke, the angrier she got. Her eyes burned with anger as she gritted her teeth: "He Mingxuan, shouldn't you tell me that you and Du Qinyi are actually on the same side?! To prevent me from ruining their great future?! Hm? Say it! "

Yu Meng trembled. This was the only possibility she could make out.

To He Mingxuan, the only reason he could get close to her was probably because of her. This man was so outstanding that he almost surpassed Tan Yubai.

His heart clenched tightly as the pain made it hard for him to breathe.

However, He Mingxuan did not panic like he had imagined. Instead, he calmly held onto Yu Meng's shoulder, ignoring her struggles to support her: "You're so angry, because you think that I actually don't like you?"

Yu Meng felt that He Mingxuan's question was unfathomable, his main focus was placed in the wrong place.

"I'm angry because you're using me the same way they are."

"I didn't." He Mingxuan was exceptionally calm. His deep eyes were filled with infatuation, and in an instant, his gaze fell on Yu Meng's face, "I only returned home in the middle of this year, and went through the admission procedures when I returned home. I've also always been living in the school, so regarding my identity, I never intentionally tried to hide it from you.

If it was just looking at He Mingxuan's eyes, Yu Meng would have believed him because she could really see through his eyes and see his sincerity.

However, every word of his sounded like a lie.

"I just returned home this year, why did I go to university? "Don't say anything because you like me …"

Before that, they were all strangers, saying it was too hypocritical to like.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by He Mingxuan.

"We knew each other before."

As she said that, Yu Meng finally saw a trace of nervousness in He Mingxuan's eyes.

His nerves were taut, and his shoulders were slightly trembling. His eyelashes were slightly trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress some sort of emotion.

Or perhaps it was something that had been held in for a long time.