My ex-husband always tries to trick me into remarrying

The TV was on, and real-time news was playing on the screen, about the new products of the Su Group.

Yu Wanwan took a glance, and the people sitting on the sofa had already stood up when they saw her coming.

She glanced at them, and the middle-aged man smiled and nodded to her, "Miss Qin."

Yu Wanwan thought that this person should be a dress designer, she pursed her lips, "Where are the clothes, I'll try them on now."

The young woman next to him immediately opened the big box on the coffee table, took out a white dress from it, and was about to shake it off for Yu Wanwan to take a look at.

Yu Wanwan walked over and took the dress directly, "I'll go upstairs to try it on, and change it if it doesn't fit."

She went upstairs to the room where she had been staying before.

Passing by AI's room, the door was open, and there was a faint fragrance coming out of it, but it seemed like nothing, this fragrance was familiar like a feather scratching Yu Wanwan's heart, but I couldn't remember being very impatient.

She walked into the room involuntarily. The room was as simple as ever, neatly tidied up, and the table and the floor were spotlessly clean.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony were open, and the sun shone into the room. There was a feeling of tranquility in the years, which unexpectedly calmed Yu Wanwan's heart inexplicably. She stood in the middle of the room and looked around, then walked to the balcony.

The door to the room where she had lived was open.

She passed it on, and the pots of green plants on the balcony were extraordinarily bright green under the sun, and two of them bloomed. She was instinctively attracted and took a second look.

She frowned when she found a few cigarette butts in the flower pot.

Pull it open and look inside, there are not only cigarette butts, but also soot.

Is this room occupied now?

Yu Wanwan looked into the room again, the room was neatly tidied up, the sheets and quilts were still the same color as when she lived here before, it didn't look like someone came to live here.

She looked back again, and saw the chair next to it, next to the pot of flowers, with her back against the balcony. She sat down and saw the bed in the room at a glance.

She looked into the flowerpot again, and looked at the cigarette butts inside. There were new ones and old ones. The old ones had been washed off by someone who watered the flowers and changed their color. The cigarette butt paper was light blue, and the brand of the cigarettes was an English letter. .

Curiosity stuck, Yu Wanwan didn't dislike being dirty, she picked up a cigarette butt from the flower pot, took it up and looked at it carefully, and even brought it up to her nose to smell it.

Isn't this... the faint fragrance in AI's room?

It's not a perfume smell! ! !It's the smell of smoke!

Yu Wanwan was a little surprised, she stared, then looked up into the room, looking at the big bed.

Suddenly a bold and terrifying guess... When she lived here, this guy wouldn't come to sit on the balcony and watch her like this every night, right?

Thinking hard!

"Miss Qin."

Suddenly a servant's voice came from outside, "Have you tried on the dress yet?"

Only then did Yu Wanwan remember that she was going to try on a dress, and she casually put the dress on the armrest of the chair when she sat down just now.

She put away her thoughts, got up and entered the room with her dress in her arms, "Wait a minute."

The white silk long dress is printed with her favorite small florals, but it is very light, the overall style is very simple, and the size seems to be tailor-made for her, without any deviation.

She went downstairs and stood in front of the designer. The moment the designer saw her, he praised her repeatedly.

"Mr. Wenger is right. Ms. Qin is really suitable for this style, she is so beautiful."

The assistants next to him also nodded in agreement.

Yu Wanwan wasn't in the mood to appreciate whether the dress looked good or not.