"Is the painting too bad?" An Ran probed his meaning with some trepidation. Putting aside the inexplicable relationship, Mu Zelie was an authority in the design circle. Therefore, even if An Ran felt embarrassed, he still hoped that the other party could

Give good reviews.

Mu Zelie did not answer, still frowning tightly and looking at that place without blinking.

An Ran became even more uneasy, "Well, I'm really a novice, so you should consider this relationship." She must care about the evaluation of the person in front of her. She can't imagine that if the other person spares no effort to criticize

, what will happen to her.

This feeling is when the person you care about the most criticizes you, and the harm caused by such disapproval will be several times greater than criticism from others.

"How did you come up with this pattern?" Mu Zelie pointed to the hibiscus pattern on the suit design, his brows deepening.

An Ran was surprised for a moment, but she still forced herself to behave naturally, "Well, I was just imagining it. I know this is a little different from ordinary suits, but I really think it's pretty good. At least it looks very good.

Okay." This was her sincere thought. It was not narcissistic, but it really felt good. At least it was more casual than those ordinary suits, and it didn't look too serious.

"Where did you learn about this pattern?" Is it a coincidence? Mu Zelie couldn't help but have this conjecture in his mind. Hibiscus flowers are so common, maybe it's just a coincidence.

An Ran replied naturally: "I came up with this pattern myself. I have liked embroidery since I was a child, so I have special feelings for these patterns. I just couldn't help it, so I drew it. There's nothing wrong with it.

Isn't that right?" She looked at Mu Zelie really uneasily. An Ran felt as if she was being hung thousands of miles high in the sky. She was afraid that if she was not careful, a word from the other party would make her fall down.

Shattered to pieces.

"Since childhood?" Mu Zelie suddenly remembered that he had met her before, and what he was holding was a pair of embroidery. At that time, he planned to spend money to buy it, but for some reason, this woman completely ignored her.

He gave up the money and firmly refused.

When An Ran talked about what she liked, she felt words pouring out of her mouth continuously, "Yes, my grandma has taught me embroidery since I was a child. I didn't understand anything when I was a child, but I thought those needles and threads were really amazing.

, everything can come to life on paper with just a move of your fingers. I slowly started to get in touch with it, and after I learned it, I really liked it."

Mu Zelie looked at An Ran who was talking eloquently. The brilliance in his eyes was something he had never seen before. The woman in front of him seemed to refresh his impression time and time again.

An Ran kept talking, but when he came to his senses, he realized that what he had just said was too much, and he said awkwardly: "Well, I'm sorry, I accidentally said too much nonsense just now. Is it wrong for me to draw like this?

"I haven't studied fashion design for long, so I don't understand a lot of things." She completely regarded the other party as a senior above her, and there was a hint of expectation in An Ran's voice. No matter what her mood was, she hoped to get the other party.

recognition.

"There's nothing wrong, it's just that this picture reminds me of an old friend." After saying this tentatively, Mu Zelie began to carefully observe the other person's expression.

An Ran's heart skipped a beat, it couldn't be what he thought. Could it be that he remembered it? That's not right. If he remembered it, he would definitely not have this attitude now. He must have thought too much.

"Ah, it turns out that there are people who like embroidery as much as I do. It's really rare nowadays. People today are all about a fast pace, and few people can calm down and wave a small needle." An Ran sighed lightly. In fact,

I am quite optimistic about ancient culture.

Mu Zelie frowned slightly. Is it really a coincidence?

"It's not embroidery, I just saw an old friend once painted the same pattern." Mu Zelie spoke again to test.

An Ran looked at Mu Zelie's handsome face, unable to guess what he meant, and was a little stunned on the spot.

Mu Zelie waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for her answer. He had some concerns in his heart. It seemed that he had to investigate this matter carefully.

"Your design is not bad." Mu Zelie changed the topic and said sincerely.

An Ran immediately widened his eyes and looked at him excitedly, "Are you serious? This design of mine is really good?" Although he knew that as Mu Zelie, he would never say anything against his will for any reason.

, but still couldn't help but subconsciously ask back. That kind of affirmation made her happy, but a little trembling.

Mu Zelie nodded affirmatively, "The design is really good. Although the proportions are a bit out of balance, it's still good."

An Ran scratched her head, "The main reason is that I really don't know the other person's size, so this problem arises." She is not a tailor, and she has not yet developed the ability to guess the other person's figure at a glance. Even Mu Ze

Standing in front of her, she still needs to measure it.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Mu Zelie's tone suddenly turned cold.

An Ran was a little dazed, wondering why he suddenly became like this. Although his tone before was not very good, he did not express his displeasure so obviously as now.

"Size is really so important?" An Ran was surprised. Couldn't the size just be modified after the finished product is made? Could it be that there was always a problem with her perception.

"That's not the problem at all!" Mu Zelie was obviously angry.

An Ran was frightened and took a step back. The aura of the man in front of her was too strong. Her heart was beating loudly, but it was because of her nervousness that her mind was constantly spinning. Where did she say the wrong thing and offend her?

Him?

Seeing her strange behavior, Mu Zelie calmed down the anger slightly and asked suppressedly: "What does your boyfriend do?" A man who can make the woman in front of him reject him must know.

.

"My boyfriend?" Unable to accept the sudden change of topic, An Ran did not answer the question.

Mu Zelie's anger began to increase. Are you protecting him like this?

"What kind of person would make you reject me?" He spoke again, directly expressing his dissatisfaction.

An Ran was stunned for a moment, but her heart felt a little cold, and her tone became a little strange, "My boyfriend is the most perfect person." At least in her world.

"Name!" The perfect person?

"Lele, that's his name." An Ran replied calmly, speaking so firmly even though he was suffering from increasingly intense anger.

Mu Zelie felt that he should stop asking any more questions, but he had already lost control of his mind. "Is it so sweet that you use such an intimate name?"

An Ran took a deep breath, "My boyfriend loves me very much. At least, he will never have a bed partner, let alone let me be a bed partner." This is what she really means. The word bed partner is a kind of

Humiliation. Being together because of our bodies is the most humiliating existence for her.

The expression on Mu Zelie's face fell a little, "Is this the reason why you rejected me?"

An Ran nodded firmly, bedmate, although she didn't want to admit it, but she had to clearly understand that he had so many bedmates that she couldn't even speak out. She didn't want to be one of them, and say it in other people's mouths.

It also had a discriminatory tone, which was something she didn't want.

She wants everyone's blessings, or is jealous, so she will never tolerate losing her self-esteem in the first place.

"I understand!" Mu Zelie said this coldly, then turned and left.

An Ran looked at his leaving figure and the design drawings that fell on the grass. She felt numb with heartache. She opened her mouth, but she still couldn't express what she was thinking. She wanted to tell him that she didn't have to be a bed partner, she could...

...But, this is just a delusion of hers.

He picked up the design drawing, grabbed it, and wanted to rub it away as usual, but after rubbing it halfway, he couldn't help but stretch it out. That was the drawing he had evaluated, and that was what he confirmed.

The presence.

Biting her lower lip, An Ran showed a bitter smile. If this was her disaster, then it wouldn't matter.

Mu Zelie turned around, his anger suddenly bursting out. When the classmates he met occasionally screamed at him in surprise, he glanced at him irritably. After those people fell silent, he felt a little better.

Such inexplicable emotions made him even more irritable.

Isn't she just a woman who has a little bit of appreciation for her body? If she refuses, he will definitely be able to easily find another body that can also tempt him!

Thinking of this, Mu Zelie suddenly had an idea in his mind that was completely different from his usual thinking. If he was good to Ye Shuangluo, could he make her jealous and regret the decision he had made before?

As soon as such a method came out, the anger on Mu Zelie's face reduced a lot. This was really a good idea.

However, before that, he still had one thing to confirm.

Is that hibiscus-shaped picture a coincidence? Ye Shuangluo and An Ran, is it really such a coincidence? And why has Ye Shuangluo never mentioned it?

As soon as these two questions arose, Mu Zelie took out his cell phone.

"Lie?" Ye Shuangluo answered the phone excitedly. Could it be that Lie had forgiven her? That's why he called her?

"Where are you now?" Mu Zelie's tone was without any warmth.

Ye Shuangluo was a little disappointed, but thinking that he could take the initiative to call herself, he couldn't restrain his excitement, "I'm at home now. Is there anything important?"

"Come to the Design Building once. I have something to ask you." After Mu Zelie finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!