For a moment, the air seemed to be stagnant.

Just as Yan Zhiyu was about to leave, Yan Yijing's helpless voice came from behind: "Xiaoyu, come in."

Yan Zhiyu didn't move, and asked hesitantly, "Is it appropriate for me to come in?"

"...If you are allowed to come in, come in."

Only then did Yan Zhiyu turn around cautiously.

The two people who had just hugged each other separated. Yan Yijing rubbed his forehead where veins were throbbing, with a helpless expression.

Next to him stood a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She had a typical Western look, very beautiful features, and a noble temperament in her every move. She was also wearing something unusual.

Watching Yan Zhiyu walk into the room, the girl's eyes were very alert, and she turned to ask Yan Yijing.

"Who is she?"

The girl spoke Spanish, and Yan Yijing also answered in Spanish.

"She is my sister."

As soon as the words fell, the girl immediately relaxed her vigilance and walked over enthusiastically, with a smile on her cold face: "Hello, sister, my name is Euphemia, your future sister-in-law."

Hearing this, Yan Yijing was choked by his own saliva and let out a startling cough.

"Ahem...Eufimia, stop talking nonsense!"

Euphemia ignored him and said to herself in annoyance, "Oh, I forgot, you may not understand Spanish! I didn't bring a translator today... Jing, please help me translate."

Yan Zhiyu blinked and said in Spanish: "Well, no need to translate, I can understand..."

"Huh?"

Euphemia showed a surprised expression.

"That's great! It will be much more convenient for us to communicate in the future! I was also worried about what I would do if Jing in your family only knew Spanish. And Spanish is too difficult to learn..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pushed out of the room by Yan Yijing.

"Goodbye, I won't see you off!"

Then, Yan Yijing closed the door with a bang.

The world is quiet.

Yan Zhiyu teased, "Second brother, is this your new love?"

The third and fourth brothers have never been in love and are still single, but the second brother has dated one girl after another. Not long after Su Yueyue's death, another beautiful woman from the country came...

What a difference.

Hearing her words, the veins on Yan Yijing's forehead jumped again. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words from his lips: "...Eufimia is not my girlfriend."

"No?" Yan Zhiyu blinked, "Just now, I clearly saw you two hugging..."

"That was a misunderstanding just now! She suddenly rushed over to hug me, and I didn't react, so -"

With a sigh, Yan Yijing began to explain.

"When I was studying abroad, I often participated in some design exhibitions. I met Euphemia at a design exhibition. From the first time we met, Euphemia started to pester me..."

"It wasn't until I was with Su Yueyue that she gave up and calmed down."

"But, Euphemia somehow got the news of my marriage to Su Yueyue, and knowing that I was coming to Mira Fashion Week, she flew here specially. She also heard about my hotel room, so the scene you just saw happened."

Yan Zhiyu held her chin with her hands and looked at Yan Yijing with bright eyes.

"So, Miss Euphemia fell in love with you at first sight? I'm so beautiful, and I'm attracted to you despite the differences in national culture... Big brother, you're so charming! What about you? Are you not attracted to me?"

Yan Yijing spread his hands, his peach blossom eyes full of helplessness.

"Do I look like you?"

Yan Zhiyu said "Oh": "It seems that the falling flowers are merciless and the flowing water is ruthless..."

......

Mira Autumn/Winter Fashion Week lasts for 3 days, and Yan Yijing’s special show is on the third day.

Yan Zhiyu thought about it and decided not to go to the shows two days ago and go to the city center to have a look. There were several places she wanted to go but hadn't had time to go yet. Xu Huihui and Liao Yunzhou went to see the show, but Ge Zhe didn't go.

"Azhe, why don't you stay with Huihui and Yunzhou?"

Ge Zhe didn't dare to look at her, and stammered: "The two of them can keep each other company, and you are alone. If I, I accompany you, you won't be too lonely..."

Yan Zhiyu curled her eyebrows and said, "Azhe, you are really thoughtful!"

So, in the two days, Yan Zhiyu visited all the remaining places. With Gezhe's company, she had a lot of fun. But when it was almost time to go back the next day, Gezhe looked a little strange and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

But when Yan Zhiyu asked him, he refused to say anything, and his face quickly turned red like a cooked shrimp.

Finally, it was the third day, Yan Yijing’s special show.

As a designer, Yan Yijing went to the venue early to prepare. After Yan Zhiyu got up, she wanted to do a simple makeup, but she also wanted to dress like a sister with Xu Huihui, so she dressed up carefully.

Liao Yunzhou and Xu Huihui had been there two days ago and were familiar with the process, so they walked the red carpet with Yan Zhiyu and Ge Zhe.

Yan Zhiyu originally thought that few people in this country would know them, but unexpectedly, when the four of them walked on the red carpet together, the flash lights in the venue went crazy.

In addition to those reporters from China, reporters from many other countries also passionately pressed their shutters.

When Yan Zhiyu was confused, Xu Huihui whispered in her ear: "This is all thanks to you, the world-famous Chinese hero... When Liao Yunzhou and I came two days ago, we didn't get this treatment."

Sure enough, those foreign reporters began to shout her name in harsh English.

After walking the red carpet, the four of them entered the backstage.

After all, it was her first time to watch a show, so Yan Zhiyu was curious about everything around her, looking left and right, and walking around the venue. The other three followed her, and Liao Yunzhou and Xu Huihui talked about the interesting things that happened when they watched the show two days ago.

"Yan Zhiyu!"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came from behind, sounding like a Chinese.

Yan Zhiyu turned around.

Sure enough, she is a girl with oriental appearance.

Normally, in such an international occasion, meeting Chinese people would give people a sense of intimacy, as if they were from the same hometown. However, at this moment, the girl in front of her was holding her chin high, and there was a hint of disdain in her expression as she looked at her.

Therefore, after Yan Zhiyu looked at her from behind, her tone was not warm, but rather a bit cold.

"Who are you?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe it, and had an angry expression on her face.

"Yan Zhiyu, you don't even know who I am?"