Chapter 245: Where are cheongsams made?

"The marriage report has been approved, and there is only one more step to go."

"She has a bad temper. She ran away from home after a few arguments."

Thinking of the little liar who abandoned her husband and children, Yan Ye's eyes darkened.

He had prepared everything, including the marriage certificate, invitations and wedding gifts. He was just waiting to find someone to take him to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate.

Unexpectedly, she turned around, packed up her things and left neatly, not even wanting the watch he gave her and the clothes he bought for her. She only took her own part, as if she was determined to draw a line between them, disappear completely and never have any contact with him again.

Compared to the pain and hatred at the beginning, Yan Ye's mentality had become much calmer when he mentioned the person again.

She was pregnant with her child and was running around outside alone.

The weather was cold and Xu Xiaoyue was a delicate person, so she must have suffered a lot.

Yan Ye now has very low requirements. As long as the person is found and Xu Xiaoyue is safe, he is too lazy to care about anything else.

When the man mentioned his lover, his expression became visibly softer and he looked more human.

He Zhengguo was amazed at what he saw, and felt a little more angry. He didn't know what kind of woman could make Yan Ye so obedient.

He Zhiyu didn't expect that the man who looked so cold and seemed like he was going to become a monk actually already had a fiancée.

Hearing the fondness in his words, it is not difficult to imagine his love for his fiancée.

Thinking of his own little thoughts just now, He Zhiyu felt embarrassed and annoyed for a moment. He stood up and prepared to run upstairs.

She stood up so much that the teacup on the coffee table was knocked over.

The tea flowed down the woman's cheongsam, wetting a large area of ​​the hem.

"ah."

He Zhiyu screamed, subconsciously took two steps back, and bumped into the sofa behind him.

To make matters worse, her cheongsam was stuck in the gap of the coffee table, with a small piece of fabric at the hem tightly tucked in.

"What's going on? You're so edgy."

He Zhengguo put down the teacup in his hand, frowned and scolded.

He Zhiyu didn't say anything, but just lowered her head and pulled the fabric of her skirt hard.

He's mother heard the noise and poked her head out of the kitchen. She saw her daughter's calves were mostly exposed and the hem of her skirt was stuck.

He's mother stepped forward quickly and said, "How did your cheongsam get rolled up?"

She had just said this casually, but when it hit He Zhiyu's anger, it was like a firecracker coming into contact with sparks and ignited instantly.

"How should I know? I already said I was going upstairs to rest, but you insisted that I wear a cheongsam."

"Nothing good happens every day."

He Zhiyu stood up and complained to her mother without controlling her temper.

He's mother also got angry and, considering there were guests around, she just kept pulling at the stuck hem of her skirt.

Yan Ye stretched out his hand to move the coffee table. He caught a glimpse of a small corner of the pattern under the cheongsam, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

He blinked and stared at the tiny rabbit on the exposed cheongsam, fearing that it was another illusion.

The coin-sized rabbit was quietly curled up at the bottom of the cheongsam. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

Yan Ye kicked the coffee table open and pulled out the cheongsam that was stuck.

"Where did you make this cheongsam?"

He Zhiyu looked up and was startled by the man in front of her. The man's expression changed, and his dark pupils stared straight at her clothes, with the fanaticism in his eyes not concealed at all.

It's still the same handsome and cold face, but now it looks inexplicably creepy.

"You, what did you say?"

He Zhiyu was so scared that she stuttered. She looked back and thought Yan Ye was talking to someone else.

"I said, where are your clothes made?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and the short sentence seemed to be squeezed out of his throat word by word.

Only Xu Xiaoyue can make the little rabbit pattern.

She would embroider little rabbits on every piece of clothing and hide them on the back.

Yan Ye had laughed at her at first, saying that it would be better not to go through the trouble of embroidering a rabbit and hiding it on purpose.

The girl just stared at him and explained seriously that it was her watermark, which meant that the clothes were made by her.

Yan Ye didn't know what watermark was. Xu Xiaoyue's little head seemed to always have a lot of wild ideas. He just thought that the girl who was embroidering a rabbit seriously was quite cute.

It was like her clothes were marked and became her property.

Seeing this little rabbit again was like seeing the girl who was carefully embroidering the rabbit pattern through her clothes.

He Zhiyu was stuck for a moment before he stammered out the name of the tailor shop.

Yan Ye picked up his bag, said goodbye, and walked out with big strides.

He Zhishu was sitting next to him. He didn't say anything, but just followed the man when he walked out.

"Are you going to that tailor shop?"

"You are not familiar with the roads in Hong Kong City. I will take you."

He Zhishu caught up with the man and waved the car keys in his hand to signal him.

"Thank you very much."

Yan Ye's words were the most sincere ones he said during his one-day stay in Hong Kong.

The car was driving quietly on the main road. He Zhishu looked up at the rearview mirror and looked at the man in the back seat.

The man still held the bag tightly in his hand, emotions surging in his eyes, but he tried his best to maintain a normal expression, which made his face look even more distorted.

He Zhishu pretended to be casual and said, "You just said you came to Hong Kong City to find your lover. Is it convenient for me to ask your lover's name?"

"I'm very familiar with the police station here, maybe I can help."

"No."

The man refused without a second thought. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be sure this time that Xu Xiaoyue was hiding in the tailor shop that He Zhiyu mentioned.

Yan Ye rubbed the bag tightly with his fingers until his veins were stretched. He himself did not realize how much effort he had used to suppress the strong desire in his heart.

"Comrade He, can you drive faster?"

The car speed had reached 80 miles per hour, but Yan Ye still thought it was not fast enough.

He wished he could immediately conjure up a pair of wings and fly straight to Xu Xiaoyue.

He Zhishu responded, stepped heavily on the accelerator, and the car sped along the road.

He Zhishu sorted out his thoughts in his mind. When he first met Xu Xiaoyue, it was also on the train from the capital to the port city.

Even though Yan Ye hid his name and refused to say it, he is now basically certain that Yan Ye is the father of the child in Xu Xiaoyue's belly.

He Zhishu really couldn't understand how such a gentle girl could be involved with a man of Yan Ye's status.

Thinking of what the doctor said about the pregnancy, He Zhishu suddenly became angry at the man in the back seat for no reason.