The things in front of me are all clothes designed by Lin Yiran when she was insomnia.

There are no modern elements, all are ancient costumes.

Just looking at the manuscript in front of her, Ye Siyun was already amazed.

Lin Yiran took the things from Ye Siyun's hand, "Gu Qingmo made an appointment to meet Li Hanxuan tomorrow. I have to prepare everything, otherwise it will be too late to go to the company to prepare tomorrow."

She was still glad that she had sorted it out in advance and didn't take into account Ye Siyun's slightly surprised look.

Ye Siyun's eyes widened, she held Lin Yiran's shoulders with both hands, and couldn't help but praise, "Yiran, these designs are eye-catching! Why have you never shown them out? They are worth showing off!"

Why wasn't it put on display?

Lin Yiran then lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand.

In her memory, all the designs of the Lin Group were mainly modern, and these ancient-style clothes were regarded as nondescript designs by her father.

I still remember that I designed an ancient-style cloak for a rag doll. After Gao Rourou saw it, she kept shaking the rag doll in front of her father.

While shaking the doll, she mocked Lin Yiran for being so old and still sleeping with her arms around the doll.

Lin Yiran still remembers.

At that time, her father saw the cloak on the doll at a glance.

Lin Yiran felt frightened by her father's stiff expression, and her fear of her father could not bring back her beloved rag doll.

Under the witness of Gao Rourou, the rag doll was thrown into the trash can by Lin Jiwei.

And the words Lin Jiwei said, nondescript design, were deeply engraved in Lin Yiran's heart.

She wants to be like her grandpa and design good clothes like her mother.

I don’t want the Lin Group to be discriminated against because of my nondescript interests.

Therefore, these ancient costumes are gi for her

During the years of a, I dared to take it out for display.

Now suddenly hearing Ye Siyun's words, Lin Yiran was still living in the past in a trance.

The past that was denied by his father.

Now that she dares to take these out, she just wants to keep them for the end.

When Li Hanxuan denied everything she had, the design she held tightly in her hands was her last chance.

She raised her head and felt a little calmer: "I want to use these to try my best."

As soon as Lin Yiran finished speaking, the little yellow dog Li Hanxuan brought back opened the slightly open door with the tip of his nose.

When it saw Lin Yiran, it wagged its tail and sat on Lin Yiran's furry slippers.

Lin Yiran slowly lowered her body and picked up the puppy at her feet, "Have you taken a bath?"

"Lin Xikai and I washed it today, and it smells great."

Ye Siyun still didn't take her eyes off Lin Yiran's designs. She couldn't wait to see the finished products.

For Ye Siyun, wearing such perfect costumes for filming could not even be done outdoors.

It was as if she was the heroine in a costume drama, wearing a red cloak and walking among red walls.

Lin Yiran held the little yellow dog with one hand and gently stroked its head with the other hand.

Maybe it is also waiting for its owner to take it home.

But it doesn't know that the owner it has been waiting for has forgotten it...


Chapter completed!