Chapter 75 (1/2)

Five days later, Milan fashion week came to an end.

At the end of the fashion week, this elegant and fashionable city is also filled with a strong atmosphere of joy near the cathedral and the arengaleo palace.

Inkstone when seven finished the last curtain call, to ease the tension of the nerve, with the curtain down on the unspeakable fatigue.

That night, she didn't even eat. When she got back to the hotel, she fell asleep until noon the next day.

As for Cheng Yenan, Ling Zihuan took the lead in returning home. In fact, since Qin Baiyu appeared in Milan, he has deliberately bypassed it. After all, the increasingly heated interaction between him and seventeen always stings people.

The next day, 11:30.

Yan Shiqi was awakened by hunger.

The hotel bedrooms are dark and hazy with curtains.

She covered the corner of her mouth and yawned. She sat up and rubbed the hair on her head. Her stomach was also grunting in protest.

She took out her mobile phone from under her pillow, looked at the time, sleepy with her slippers, and planned to go to the living room to find the menu and order.

Open the door of the bedroom, the dazzling light in the living room makes her raise her arm to cover. The French windows on the small balcony are open, and the white curtain is rippling in the air like water.

Adapted to the light, she put down her arm, suddenly caught a scene in the living room, stunned!

On the sofa in the living room facing the bedroom, Qin Baiyu's leisurely figure is sitting like a mountain with folded legs. He is holding an iPad in his hand and seems to be busy.

When he heard the sound of opening the door, he lifted his eyes slowly and saw the stupid appearance of inkstone, thin lips casually raised a smile.

”You, why are you here?” Yan Shiqi's heart beat too fast. Three seconds later, he screamed and ran to the bathroom with his hands covering his face!

Close the door with a thump, and you can still hear the jingle of all kinds of bottles coming from inside.

Man's laughter, melodious overflow lips

Yan Shiqi stands in front of the dressing mirror, looking at his long hair, which is messy and disheveled. He has no image to speak of. He has several sleep marks on his face because he sleeps too sweetly