217: 217 Disciples

217 Disciples

When Gu Siman gradually stopped sobbing, the rationality in her head slowly returned to the stove. Only then did she realize what she had just done, and her cheeks were flushed. 0

"I'm sorry. I' m feeling a little out of control. I've gotten your clothes dirty."

Gu Siman spoke with a voice comparable to that of a mosquito buzzing in her ear. If the environment was a little noisy, she might not even be able to hear what she was talking about.

Ye Mohan shook his head and looked at the woman in front of him who had just been baptized by tears with a loving and tolerant gaze. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit.

"It doesn't matter. You' ll be in a better mood after you discover it. Besides, you're still pregnant. You' re always suppressing your mood and aren't good for your body. Be careful that you have a child in your stomach."

Ye Mohan reached out and gently stroked Gu Siman hair while comforting Gu Siman.

Gu Siman nodded in embarrassment. He slowly moved his hand to his abdomen and looked at his slightly swollen stomach with a kind of caring gaze that was unique to his mother.

Gu Siman hands touched her stomach. The sadness in her eyes seemed to have been washed away bit by bit because of the child in her stomach. What followed was hope for the future.

After such a big incident, life seemed to return to a peaceful state.

Every day Ye Mohan would sit in front of the computer and deal with the big and small things in the company. Gu Siman, as usual, you would listen to some courses on design day after day, as well as keep your baby at home.

"How about you watch this phone for me?" I wanted to participate in this competition, but I didn't have the confidence. What was a foreign competition like? "I haven't participated yet."

Gu Siman took the manuscript that she had designed for a long time and came to the side of the Ye Mohan that was working. It was rare for her to be a little nervous as she handed it over to Ye Mohan.

Ye Mohan was a little flattered as he handed Gu Siman the design draft. In the end, after all the time they had been together, Gu Siman had never taken the initiative to show him the design draft.

Ye Mohan he accepted the design, he carefully observed the new design as if he was holding something precious and fragile.

"I don't know what a foreign competition looks like, but it should n' t be any different from a domestic competition. "It might be more fair in the foreign countries. There's no such thing as domestic scheming."

Ye Mohan this was the answer that the few of them gave after carefully reading it.

Gu Siman couldn't help but nod. After staying abroad for such a long time, she realized that the people from abroad seemed to have a more forthright personality most of them were just like that.

"Then what do you think of this design? "I've learned a lot of time here, but now I' m a little nervous like a beginner."

As Gu Siman spoke, she scratched her face in embarrassment.

Ye Mohan nodded. He carefully handed back the draft that he had finished reading to Gu Siman.

Ye Mohan thought for a moment. He organized the words he was about to say in his mind and said in an encouraging tone," I think you can try. You can both accumulate experience and know what you've achieved over the past few days."

Gu Siman nodded in agreement because that was what she thought.

However, after both of them had confirmed the final answer, Gu Siman finally decided to submit the registration form for this competition. The requirement for submitting the registration form was to attach a copy of the design that he thought was acceptable.

In fact, at this moment, an invisible battle had begun. It didn't mention any conditions or restrictions. He just said that he thought he could.

The first result of the competition was only received after three days. During these three days, Gu Siman felt an unprecedented torment. This was something she had not felt for a long time.

It wasn't easy until the morning of the third day. Gu Siman woke up early from her sleep. She sat on the sofa, her hands tightly clenched, and she unconsciously broke out in cold sweat.

As usual, Ye Mohan woke up from his sleep and was about to make breakfast when he suddenly saw an anxious Gu Siman sitting on the sofa.

Ye Mohan sighed deeply. He was late. He took out a thin blanket from his room and carefully covered Gu Siman body.

"Don't catch a cold."

As Ye Mohan instructed, he made sure Gu Siman wrapped himself tightly before going to the kitchen to start cooking.

During the entire breakfast time, Gu Siman head would look at the door from time to time. It wouldn't take less than a few dozen times. Ye Mohan even felt that Gu Siman would definitely hurt her neck if this continued.

"Have a good meal first. He won't send things over now. "After we finished eating, the letter arrived."

Hearing that Ye Mohan sounded like a warning and a hint of words, Gu Siman smiled embarrassedly and quickly began eating.

As if to reflect the truth of what Ye Mohan said, the moment Gu Siman finished breakfast and put down his chopsticks, he heard the doorbell ring.

Gu Siman couldn't wait to get up from her chair and ran towards the door.

Even Ye Mohan was shocked by Gu Siman action. However, he thought that Gu Siman was still pregnant. It was too dangerous for a pregnant woman to do such an action. He couldn't help but follow her.

"Slow down, don't run!"

In just a few short months, Ye Mohan felt like he didn't look like Gu Siman ex-boyfriend. Instead, he looked like his mother. She reminded her every day that she could n' t eat and that she couldn't eat.

However, even though he said that, Ye Mohan slightly turned to look. After receiving the letter and receiving a satisfactory reply, a bright smile appeared on his face. Gu Siman heart could not help but palpitate.

Before Gu Siman could finish speaking, an unfamiliar phone call came in.

Gu Siman looked at the unknown caller ID in confusion and pressed it hesitantly. After receiving the key, she placed it in her ear.

"Hello, is this Miss Gu?" Wang Yao asked. I'm Norvis. I' ve already seen the entries you handed in. They're very good and creative. "I want to ask if you have the will to be my disciple?"

Gu Siman eyes followed the words on the phone and could not help but widen.

What was that concept? He was a master in the foreign design world. Even many rich and powerful people had to give in to him when they saw him.

Gu Siman suddenly felt a little unreal. This kind of feeling was like a huge pie falling from the sky, smashing it into the Gu Siman.

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