onged and sad. She had learned that Ji Yun Ting was hospitalized due to illness and rushed over to visit him, but unexpectedly, she met Lin Jin Ran.Thinking about why Ji Yunting refused her, and think...The data on the sheet was a man's body measurements. Lin Jinran almost instantly thought of Fu Mo Han, whose measurements she had once personally taken, when she saw the familiar numbers. They were nearly identical to the ones Lu Fengshi had given her. 。"What's wrong Is something the matter" Lu Feng noticed Lin Jin's unusual complexion and asked softly. 。"This customer, would you mind telling me your name" Lin Jinran raised his head, looked at Lu Fengshi, and asked softly. 。Lu Feng shook his head apologetically, "I'm afraid I can't disclose his name. He surnamed Han" 。Last name: Han 。
My heart, which was pounding in my chest, finally calmed down. It wasn't Fu Mo Han; I had overreacted. Many people have a similar build to him. I was too jumpy. 。"Okay, I will design the draft as soon as possible." 。Lin Jinyan readily took the job. 。Lu Feng smiled, his eyes narrowed. "No need to rush, design it well. If the customer is satisfied, there might be a long-term collaboration." 。Lin Jinran lightly nodded, deeply grateful to Lu Fengshi for entrusting her with such an important task. She wouldn't betray Lu Fengshi's trust. 。After finalizing the general direction of their creation with Lu Fengshi, Lin Jinyan carefully jotted everything down. As time neared noon, although he wanted to keep Lu Fengshi for lunch, Lu Fengshi declined, saying he had other matters to attend to and drove away. 。Lin Jinran finished her lunch alone and returned to her bedroom. She turned on her computer, and with a "ding," an email arrived in her inbox. 。
Her email was always on, she had never logged out. As soon as any mail came in, she would receive it. When she opened her inbox, there was an email from Mu Shaocheng. 。
Lin Jin quietly watched the unopened emails on her computer. She didn't need to open them to guess that Mu Shaocheng must have a lot of complaints about her abrupt departure. 。Moving the mouse pointer to open the email, it was almost exactly as she had imagined. Mu Shaocheng expressed complaints about her leaving privately, leaving behind money and a letter. He then asked where she was now. 。
Worried about her pregnant body, he hopes she'll return to his side. 。After a quick glance, Lin Jinran closed her inbox without replying, hoping Mu Shaocheng would think she had disappeared and let go of his obsession with her. 。After receiving the data, Lin Jinran's fair fingers lightly tapped the keyboard, inputting the data and creating a table. 。
Lost in concentration, he didn't realize the sun was already setting. A rumbling in his stomach reminded him that it was time for dinner. Lin Jinyan stretched languidly, feeling a pang of hunger. 。She wasn't concerned about being hungry. What mattered was that the child in her belly got enough nourishment. She tidied up and went to the kitchen. 。When cooking, Lin Jinran was chopping vegetables and thought that since she seemed to be truly pregnant, her diet had become much simpler. There was almost no oil or meat, and red meat was almost exclusively used for making soup. 。Luckily, she only vomited hardly ever because she couldn't smell anything disgusting. That was pretty good. 。I made something simple, it's kind of like a cold dish, not much meat, but the seasoning is plentiful and the taste isn't bad. 。After finishing the meal, Lin Jinyan tidied up his things and saw that the trash can was full. He carried the trash can out the door. 。There is a large dumpster outside this door, and workers come to collect the trash every morning. She just needs to tie up the bags and put them in the dumpster. 。After putting the trash away, Lin Jinran turned back to continue dealing with his work. A gentle female voice came from behind him, "Is that you, Lin Jinran"Han got off the elevator, walked a few steps up the stairs and arrived at Lin Jinran's tombstone. The photo on the tombstone showed Lin Jinran's serene smile. 。The photograph, after three years of win...