Mr.Fan, please Leave me alone

Lu Yiyao felt as if her heart had been thrown into ice water. She was cold all over. Looking at the man in front of her, she said such words indifferently, which she couldn't accept at all.

It turned out that she had been trying to get close these days. In his eyes, it was just a thing that was not enough to hang his teeth?

Lu Yiyao felt like a clown, jumping and jumping there, but the people under the stage didn't pay attention to you at all.

What's the use of an effort? He doesn't care

Looking at the indifferent man with sad eyes, he slowly clenched his hands, turned around and left before his tears fell, and ran away like a fugitive.

She would not stay there and let him hurt, but the last hope she held in her heart was wiped out by him.

Fan Shaochen watched her walk away sadly, controlled his impulse to come forward and hold her, leaned back on the chair and looked at the ceiling. He felt that his heart was getting hurt bit by bit. The knife that had been inserted into his chest seemed to be pulling away bit by bit. It was a tearing pain. He couldn't stand it. Only by hurting her could he get a trace of relief.

"Miss Lu, doesn't fan always come down to eat?" sister-in-law Cheng looked at Lu Yiyao with red eyes and immediately came forward to ask. She was embarrassed to see her lost mood.

Lu Yiyao looked back at her, blinked and couldn't raise a smile. "He doesn't eat. Let's have dinner."

Facing the delicious food at a big table, Lu Yiyao sat on the table alone and looked at the food she had made by herself. She was very disappointed.

Looking down at the blisters on his hands, he was sad and wanted to cry.

How could this happen... What happened to fan Shaochen?

Everything was fine before, but why did he say such hurtful words again?

Is she still angry because she hasn't come home on time these days?

But it doesn't look like

Lu Yiyao couldn't help thinking and went back to her room without a few bites.

Woke up in the middle of the night, looked at the moonlight outside the window, blinked, and felt that the position next to him was empty?

He won't come back to sleep?

When she got out of bed and went out, Lu Yiyao heard some movement in her study and quietly opened the door. She saw fan Shaochen sitting in a chair and looking at the documents in her hand. Her face was full of fatigue, but she didn't choose to go back to her room to sleep.

He raised his hand, pressed the center of his eyebrows, leaned back on the back of the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Is it because you don't want to see her that you are so sleepy but don't choose to go back to your room to sleep?

Why do you suddenly hate her so much?

The next morning, Lu Yiyao cleaned up and went downstairs with two big dark circles. However, she found that the breakfast on the table had not moved much. Looking back at the gate, she just saw fan Shaochen's back and immediately ran after him——

"Wait a minute!" hurriedly pulled fan Shaochen, who was going to get on the bus, stood in front of the door and looked at him, "why did you suddenly do this to me? Did I do something wrong?"

Didn't she just go out with some colleagues and come back late? And she apologized. Why is he still cold.

Fan Shaochen stared at her with low eyes. Jun's face was indifferent. He raised his hand and looked at the cold opening of time: "I have another meeting to open. I'll talk about it in the evening."

After that, he pulled Lu Yiyao into the car and left

Lu Yiyao stood in place, bowed her head wrongly, then remembered that it was almost time for work, and hurried away

Absent-minded during working hours, Gao fan called her into the office and took a manual to her, "here are the details of the new season's designer competition. You can try."

"Me?" Lu Yiyao looked at him in surprise. "No, I've only been here for a few days, and I can't do anything..."

Although she can draw, she still has a great deficiency in design.

"You can't learn it slowly. I learned it from your stage. It shouldn't be difficult for you to have a foundation." Gao fan believes her incomparably.

Lu Yiyao pursed her lips and thought of fan Shaochen hesitantly. "I'll think about it."

"Then hurry up and sign up soon." Gao fan didn't understand what she was hesitating about, but she still didn't refuse. Let her think about it.

During the lunch break, Lu Yiyao came to the top floor and stood at the door of the president's office. She hesitated and dared not go in.

Although this designer competition is a small scale, it's not impossible to study, but I don't know if fan Shaochen is willing to let her participate

After taking a breath, Lu Yiyao raised her hand and knocked on the door. Hearing the deep response inside, she opened the door and walked in. Looking at him sitting there staring at the computer, she looked very focused, raised her feet and walked slowly.

"What's the matter?" fan Shaochen glanced at her, then looked away, as if he didn't particularly want to see her.

Lu Yiyao tooted her mouth and felt sad. Then she put the manual on the table and said softly, "the master said to let me participate in the designer competition. Do you think I can go?"

Looking at him with expectation, I hope he can give some pertinent suggestions.

Fan Shaochen glanced at the manual and opened his mouth with a business attitude: "you're from the design department now. It's not under my control. If you want to participate, you can participate. Can I decide for you?"

"Of course, if you don't like me, I won't go..." he lowered his head and said with some confidence.

Fan Shaochen paused with both hands, slowly looked up at her, softened his heart again, sighed and said in a low voice, "this is a good opportunity. You can try."

He had thought that Lu Yiyao would not rely on him as much as she liked to do, but now it seems that her dependence and expectation on herself are deeper than expected.

Don't be too cold, or she will notice something.

"Really?" Lu Yiyao immediately smiled and looked at him with his eyes shining.

Lu Yiyao didn't hesitate to get his approval. When she went back, she told Gao fan to participate.

She has never been in touch with designing shoes, but Lu started from shoes before, so she can often see those beautiful design drawings and make a pair of beautiful and comfortable shoes with the designer's soul.

After buying a lot of materials to learn, Lu Yiyao officially began to design his first pair of shoes.

When he got home in the evening, fan Shaochen looked at Lu Yiyao lying on the ground. There were papers scattered on the ground in front of him. They were semi-finished products of design, with computers and some books next to them.

"What are you doing?" he picked up the paper on the ground and looked. Fan Shaochen went to her and sat down, looking at her with a sad face.

Lu Yiyao rubbed her hair and sat up, feeling exhausted. "It's so difficult. I don't know what to design a different shoe. I think I'd better not participate."

It's no use checking so much information on the Internet. Your brain is like paste.

"Designing shoes doesn't have to be different. If they are too different, customers won't accept them. Modern people's pursuit of shoes is nothing more than good-looking and comfortable. There are only a few styles coming and going, as long as you add some of your own small features."