My Husband, Warm The Bed

Arriving at Mian Mian's small house, the first time Qin Yue saw Mian Mian, he almost couldn't recognize her.

In a short period of time, Mian Mian, who was as fat as a ball, lost a lot of weight.

It lay in its little house, weak and weak, looking as if it might take its last breath at any moment.

"Mian Mian ?? ??" Qin Yue squatted beside it, softly calling to it while reaching out to caress its head.

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"Mian Mian, don't be afraid. Dad called for a doctor. The doctor will be here soon. " Qin Yue picked it up and held it carefully in his arms.

Wuu ~ ~ ~" Mian Mian whined again, gently shaking her head as if to say "don't see a doctor", while she followed her mother. His mother was gone, so it was meaningless for him to stay. He was going to find his mother in another world.

Qin Yue still wanted to say something, but Mian Mian hummed again. She closed her eyes, lowered her head and swallowed the last breath in Qin Yue's palm.

"Mian Mian ?? ??" Qin Yue held Mian Mian in his arms and clenched one of his hands into a fist, trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart.

Did it follow in this way when its mother was gone?

Why didn't it want to stay with him?

"..."

Three winters seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.

The three-year world-class Miwa fashion show is in full swing in Milan, where, in addition to the dazzling models on the stage, the backstage designer is also one of the industry's top players.

Newcomers who could be promoted must have designed something that was eye-catching and brilliant in order to give models a chance to wear their work on the stage.

The show was about to begin. The designers and models in the backstage were still busy, hoping that the underwear designed by the models would have unique features.

One group of designers and models in the corner was particularly eye-catching, because the others were all European and American, and only their group was Eastern.

In this circle of tall blond hair, the two of them were not inferior to the others.

The model's name was Su Hui, and he was one of the few top Chinese models to step onto the stage. He was a meter and eighty-three centimeters tall, and his body was perfect. He looked just like an angel.

Su's designer was Asteria, the only newcomer to the fashion show.

Asteria was not even 1.7 meters tall. She had a slender figure and an exquisite face that was meticulously crafted. Especially her indifferent aura, it would always quietly attract others' attention to her.

While she was busy helping Su Hui with the final examination, she was so focused that she didn't notice a single gaze that was already fixed on her.

Her thick black hair was tied up in a random bun, and two fine strands of hair fell off her forehead. Perhaps it was because it was her first time participating in such a fashionable show, but she was a little nervous. A layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her work was secretive and well-received in the i

er circle. She was recommended to the three-year Miwa fashion show.

Such an opportunity was something that many people would never be able to obtain even after trying their entire lives. Yet, she, who looked so young, actually managed to obtain such an opportunity.

"Asteria?" The man softly said her name, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face as he stared at her.

All of Asteria's attention was focused on her model. She let out a huge sigh of relief when she saw the person dressed in her own work walk onto the stage and was applauded by many professionals.

After three years of hard work, her work is finally on the stage of Miwa fashion, which means her work has gone to the world.

As Su Hui stepped down from the stage, he gave Asteria a big hug. "Asteria, thank you for creating such a great work of art. You have brought glory to us Chinese once again."

Asteria smiled and said, "I'm not as great as you think. I just want my work to be seen by more people, to be liked by more people, to earn more money."

"Asteria?" An imperfect male voice sounded behind them.

Asteria and Su Hui turned around at the same time and saw a man with black hair and brown eyes. He had a smile on his face as he looked at them with a smile that was not a smile.

He was wearing a suit with no buttons, and his shirt was a mess. His hair was a mess on top of his head, making him look like he had just gotten out of bed.

Perhaps it was because of his unique personality that people in the industry would firmly remember who he was just by looking at him.

Ivan was a master of fashion design. He had won several international awards many years ago in his early twenties. For now, he was unrivalled. However, he was extremely arrogant. Not everyone liked him.

"Ivan, you were looking for me?" Asteria was flattered by the sudden mention of her name by a master of fashion design.

"Asteria?" He looked her up and down, up and down, his eyes undisguised, but not disagreeable. "Your name is Asteria?"

Asteria nodded. "Is there a problem?"

Ivan looked her straight in the eye, studied her for a long moment, then asked, "What's your Chinese name?"

"Although I am Chinese, I grew up in Europe and have no Chinese name," she said.

Perhaps out of respect for the genius designer, Ivan asked her something, and Asteria answered honestly.

"So you grew up in Europe." Ivan looked into her eyes, smiled, and said, "How about we have di

er together after the event?"

Asteria smiled apologetically, "After the event, our company has a meal, so I'm sorry, but I can't eat with you."

"It doesn't matter, I can go with you." Even if he was rejected, Ivan didn't feel embarrassed. It should be because of his personality, just because he was happy. As for everything else, it was completely out of his consideration.

Asteria wanted to say something, but Ivan beat her to it and said, "I don't have much food, so don't refuse."

Asteria: "..."

Ivan waved. "I'll see you later."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Asteria looked after him and shook her head helplessly. This was the first time she had met such an unreasonable person, a person who could not be refused in the slightest.

Su Hui said, "Asteria, you know Ivan?"

"He's so famous in the i

er circle," said Asteria. "It would be strange if we didn't know him."

Su Hui thought for a moment, then said, "Previously, he rarely talked to people of his own initiative, so he was indifferent to others talking to him. I think he's interested in you."

Asteria said, "You're interested in me whenever you talk to me. So, Miss Su, are you interested in me as well?"

Su Hui shrugged and said with a helpless expression, "Fine, you win."