When he returned to his residence at night, Yan Han was not too busy anymore. He was really tired recently and wanted to rest at all times.

After washing up, she drank a glass of milk to help her sleep and lay on the bed.

But maybe I am used to staying up late and I still have no sleepiness after lying for an hour.

She sighed and got up to work honestly.

After staying in the studio, she ran away from her fingers for a few hours. At two in the morning, her stomach felt a little uncomfortable, so she came out and warmed up a glass of milk.

Paris is charming every late at night, with all kinds of neon lighthouses flashing quietly in the dark, romantic and elegant.

Yan Han came out of the kitchen with milk, walked to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window and stood, quietly enjoying the comfortable moments of a person.

After a moment, after taking a few sips, her stomach was still feeling a little uncomfortable. She was wondering if she was going to come.

Her aunt has never been accurate. Because of her chaotic work and rest, she occasionally postponed her advance for a long time, which was completely uncountable, but she felt uncomfortable every time she came.

Thinking of this, Yan Han remembered what You Yan said in Baitian. If that happens, there will be no children.

She took a sip of milk and smiled. In fact, there was no need to doubt whether it was, the chance of getting pregnant was very small.

Xi Quan was very careful to contraceptive every time. He didn't want a child at all. In addition, she said something that day and clearly stated that she would not give birth, so he became even more careful.

Although this person is heartless, he will not force you to do anything and will not let her get pregnant like this.

So how can she get pregnant if she is so careful? Her stomach is normal. She was hospitalized for gastritis last time. When she was in China, she vomited due to drinking. It was still early at that time, and it was not purely morning sickness or something.

So if there is, it would be a super unexpected thing, a real unexpected pregnancy?

It shouldn't be true, she's been tired recently.

Yan Han finished drinking milk and returned to the studio.

Because of her slight discomfort, she became more and more sleepy. After entering, she originally wanted to go to the model stand to knock diamonds on a haute couture dress, but she stood there for a while and was tired. The dead of night made people lazy, so she went back to her desk to draw pictures.

As soon as you sit down, you will draw until three or four o'clock.

The second I stopped, my phone suddenly vibrated. She lowered her head and a WeChat message popped up on the screen.

Xi Quan:【When is your fashion week?】

Yan Han:???

She clicked in, then looked at the words in the dialog box for a while, smiled, and was about to come.

It is around 9 a.m. in Taipei City, and today is Sunday. He doesn’t know what he is doing and whether he is free.

Thinking that the two of them hadn't spoken for half a month, and they didn't know how their family members were doing recently, Yan Han thought about it and replied, "Do you have something to do now?"

Xi Quan:【Why are you not sleeping yet?】

Yan Han: [can’t sleep.]

【Are you busy for this time?】

Yan Han sighed and lay on the table. She didn't want to be busy today, but she couldn't sleep.

Yan Han thought he was free, so hesitated for a few times and called a WeChat video over.

I just asked him something to divert his attention, otherwise she would not be able to sleep and her stomach would feel a little uncomfortable.

There was no hesitation there, and Yan Han glanced at him. As expected, he was at home. The house she had been to once that day, with a few documents placed on the table. He should have worked at home on weekends.

He also looked over, and their eyes crossed gently across the screen, and were relatively speechless.

The first time I’ve had a video with Mr. Xi, it’s rare.

After a moment, it was rare that he broke the silence first, [Not rest yet?]

Yan Han smiled, [I am used to going to bed late, and I am not so busy today and can't sleep.]

【Um.】

Yan Han looked at the documents on his desk and couldn't be silent for too long, so he talked about his family affairs with him.

While talking about her, they felt very strange. Every time the two of them said it was a matter of both parties' homes. They had never mentioned their own "home". They also had a home.

However, she came back to her senses as soon as she thought about it. What kind of family do they count as?

Yan Han exhaled lightly and said after the chat: [Then you are busy and won’t bother you anymore.]

【It's okay, a day.】

Yan Han didn't know what he said, but he didn't expect Mr. Xi to be so polite.

In the past, she would have made things happen with him out of nothing and tried to find a topic to talk about, but now she has no intention at all, and she can suppress her intentions.

The air was quiet except quiet. After a moment, Yan Han felt a little embarrassed and felt that Mr. Xi might want to turn it off immediately, but he was not good to say that it was okay, after a while of silence, he said, since it was okay, let's just say that since it was okay, just like that.

That was even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, she was trying hard to do what she wanted or asked him casually when he had breakfast. The man in the video seemed to be better than her to find topics. After asking, he really looked hard to find topics, [Have you been to your uncle's house?]

[Oh, not yet, no time.] Yan Han lay on the table playing with his brush, [That place is not far from here, just in the downtown area of ​​Paris. I have passed by, but I don’t have time to go in and take a look.]

【Um.】

[Wait until my fashion week is over, you are not...] She silently, and the brush turned around in her hand, [Will you come?]

【Well, I will take you to play at that time.】

【good.】

After another silence, Yan Han didn't know what to say.

Just when she was about to say goodbye with shameless face, Mr. Xi actually said again, [When will the fashion week start?]

When Yan Han heard this, he remembered that he had just forgotten to tell him. She immediately said: [I am on September 30th.]

Xi Quan nodded, [Then I'll go there around the 28th, can I? Maybe it's twenty-seven.]

Yan Han paused slightly, and you asked me, how could I know your schedule? If you want to come, just come again until the show is over. You can arrange the others by yourself.

She silently said: [Yes, yes, you can, look at your schedule. Anyway, I have always had a room here, so I won’t be able to book it.]

The air became silent again. The man inside had already lowered his head and glanced at the document, but then moved back to the camera when he heard the sound.

Yan Han and him looked at each other across the screen, and then slowly felt that their words were ambiguous, as if she welcomed him a lot.

Yan Han said calmly: [Do you come by yourself? Or work by the way? If so, you can stay in a hotel with the staff. I have indeed piled up some clothes here recently, and it is quite messy.]

【Go to yourself.】

Yan Han had nothing to say.

Xi Quan: [You have no place to live there, and there is a house given by someone else.]

Yan Han: […] Her uncle is really good at doing things, so he just gave him a suite, just in Paris.

She thought about it and tried to restore her dignity, saying: [Then when you come, just live there, I live in my own place.]

The man over there continued to look down at the documents, his tone naturally: [My wife and I have no relationship, so what should we do?]

Yan Han:??? Dog men can say anything, and God’s feelings are not divided.

[Didn't you separate? What do you always do in your own house if you don't live?] She said.

After saying that, the inside and outside were silent again, the man's signature hand stopped there, and the picture was as still as if it was stuck, but Yan Han knew that there was no jam.

After she finished speaking, she regretted it and blurted out impulse.

After a moment, the man inside moved and continued to work, but a low voice came over, [Sorry, I just think it's closer here.]

Yan Han exhaled lightly and didn't say anything.

Xi Quan moved his eyelids slightly and looked at the woman in the lens. She really couldn't sleep. She was wearing a bathrobe, with a big wave hanging in front of her. She was holding a pen in her hand and shaking it lightly, her face seemed a little pale. I wonder if the light in the picture was inaccurate.

[Please take a rest, your face is not very good.] He spoke.

【Um.】

【Go to sleep, it’s almost dawn in Paris.】

Yan Han nodded, and his eyelids finally raised, [By bye.]

After saying that, she died, and the studio suddenly became quiet, everything was silent, and she was the only one left.

He was still feeling a little uncomfortable, so Yan Han got up and went to the room to sleep, and it was better to lie down.

Yan Han woke up until the afternoon of the next day when he turned over and felt weak. Moreover, the discomfort seemed not to be cured, but it was even more serious.

But when I get up, it doesn't look like I'm going to be that.

She told You Yan that she would not go to the company, and then her biological sister, Miss You, said she had no job in the afternoon and went to buy things and came to her to cook.

Yan Han was so grateful that she didn't know what to eat. She wanted to do it but couldn't have the energy to do it now.

When he got up and washed up, You Yan happened to come and brought a bunch of things.

Yan Han pointed to the kitchen: "I feel a little uncomfortable and can't help you anymore. You can do it yourself."

You Yan saw as she put the things on, "What's going on? Is that what happened?"

"It doesn't look like it, I haven't come yet, but I felt a little uncomfortable in the middle of the night last night, and it became more serious after a night of sleep."
To be continued...