Ying Han looked at the sweat on his forehead, then looked at the direction of the wind, shook his head nervously, gently covered his stomach with a blanket, and then pointed the wind towards the bed.

Ying Han went out to take a shower and lay down beside him quietly.

After a good night's sleep, Ying Han woke up in Deng Chen's arms the next day.

When she woke up, Deng Chen was holding her hand and looking at the ring.

Looking at her hands again and again, her skin was fair and the joints were distinct, which looked very pleasing to the eye. The ring on them was like a crescent moon that suddenly appeared in the night sky, emitting a soft luster.

"woke up?"

"Well, what's so nice about my hands?"

"It's beautiful. I can't get enough of looking at it." Deng Chen smiled and put her hand on his waist, then hugged her and smiled.

"I still have to go to work, let's get up." Ying Han hugged him and said coquettishly.

"It's not too late to sleep for another ten minutes. You didn't go to bed until very late last night."

"Well, I've drawn the overall look, and I'm satisfied with it."

"Come on, girl, you're the best."

Ying Han smiled, two dimples on her cheeks faintly visible. "Well, if I win the prize, I'll buy you whatever you want."

"Anything is fine. The clothes and shoes you bought for me look great on me."

"What else? Just clothes and shoes?"

"These are enough. I can show off when I wear them. My wife bought them for me."

Ying Han blushed at what he said, but the smile in his eyes never stopped.

After getting up, they went out to have breakfast together and then went to work.

These days they discussed the company's new projects and then their own designs.

Of course, everyone's participation in this submission is also a disguised competition. They keep their designs very secret, and most of them complain about how "the sea dries up and the stone continues to rise".

Ying Han didn't say much. When he got home in the evening, he wanted to make dumplings for Deng Chen.

As a result, the dumplings were not yet wrapped. Deng Chen finished handing over matters to them in the small building and just returned to the living room, he fell on the sofa.

"What's wrong with you?"