Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

Elaine walked over. Ding Yiyi looked at him cautiously and shrugged. "Don't worry. Although I'm very interested in you, I don't have the habit of obscenity in public."    

    

Ding Yiyi was still on her guard, though she didn't have the words' I don't believe 'on her face.    

    

Elaine suddenly leaned close to him. The freckles on his nose could be seen clearly from the distance between the two of them. He looked at her dark eyes and asked, "Are you willing to come to my side?"    

    

What? Ding Yiyi was flabbergasted. She quickly recovered and asked, "What game are you playing now?"    

    

"Hahaha." Elaine stood up and laughed out loud. A tall model with a hot body walked towards him. When the model saw Elaine, his eyes lit up and he walked towards him.    

    

Elaine wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and looked down into Ding Yiyi's eyes. He smiled and hugged her tighter. Without looking at Ding Yiyi anymore, he turned around and left.    

    

At the foot of the stairs, the foreign woman was anxiously stroking his bulging muscles hidden beneath his shirt. Her fingers were painted with red nail polish as she slowly reached into his shirt, but she was held back by his hand.    

    

"Sorry, Sana, I lost my love today. I really can't do it." Elaine smiled as he saw the woman cut him up. Then, he twisted his high heels and left bitterly.    

    

He took out his cigarette and ran his hand through his pockets. Suddenly, he remembered that the lighter was still in Ding Yiyi's room. After a while, he cursed and turned around to hit the wall. At that moment, his phone in his pants pocket rang.    

    

Ding Yiyi watched Elaine walk backstage with big steps. After a few staff members nervously discussed for a while, some models who knew about the situation even asked, "Is Alin going to do something weird again?"    

    

Qiu Bai leaned close to her and whispered, "The designer of this brand is a weirdo. Before, there was a change of scene in the middle of the stage, so he refused to open the show. Just that one time alone, he lost millions of yuan."    

    

Ding Yiyi was extremely surprised. "What's wrong?" Qiu Bai frowned, "I heard that it's because I didn't think about the matching necklace for the clothes, so that old man didn't want to open a show."    

    

"This is too stubborn." Ding Yiyi said incredulously that the whole show had been canceled because one accessory was not ready.    

    

Qiu Bai shook her head helplessly. The scene was filled with gloomy clouds and gloomy clouds. When Ding Yiyi saw everyone's worried expressions, she decided to go backstage.    

    

This time, the show was being held on the top floor of the hotel. The high floor made her heart palpitate, and as she walked around, she unknowingly arrived at the room she accidentally broke into that night.    

    

Before she could enter, she heard the sound of something falling to the ground. She thought that the old man had fallen, so she hurriedly opened the door and stared at the old man who was falling.    

    

"How come it's you?" The old man looked at her costume and frowned. "Are you also out on show tonight?"    

    

Ding Yiyi thought that the old man's temper was really too bad. She bent down to pick up the old man's clothes that were thrown all over the place. When she looked up, she saw a red skirt hanging in the middle of the room.    

    

This red dress was very long, and the waist area was inlaid with layers of green gems. Under the light of the lamp, the gems shone brilliantly.    

    

"What are you still doing here? Get out of here!" The old man knocked on the cane in his hand. Ding Yiyi looked at him in surprise. Just now, there was an 'Alin' character engraved on the clothes rack.    

    

"Are you Mr. Alin?" The old man glanced at her without saying a word.    

    

Ding Yiyi paused for a moment before she continued, "I feel that it's wrong for you to cancel a show just like that."    

    

"What did you say?" The old man was so angry that he raised his crutch, his eyes were wide, and the lines on his head were even more obvious.    

    

Ding Yiyi licked her somewhat dry lips, and only when she tasted the lipstick did she suddenly remember that she had put on makeup. She resentfully opened her mouth and said, "It's because everyone has put in a lot of effort for this show. It's really too willful to not say it out loud."    

    

The old man didn't get angry as expected. He looked at the red dress and spoke with a hint of melancholy, "At my age, you will start to be unwilling to fight, and you just want to do your best." As soon as he finished his sentence, he returned to his previous fiery temper and chased her away with his walking stick, "Hurry up and get out of here. If you're free, you might as well find a place to stay."    

    

As Ding Yiyi was being chased towards the door, the old man glanced at her. "If you can find suitable accessories for my clothes, then you can teach me a lesson, little girl!"    

    

"Good!" I'll try it! " Ding Yiyi was angered by his mocking gaze and immediately responded in a fit of anger. The old man was momentarily stunned before he burst into laughter. He waved his hand to let her in again. He wanted to see what this little kid could pull out.    

    

Ding Yiyi's heart was in turmoil. She walked back to the front of her clothes and looked at it carefully. After a while, she turned around and walked out of the room.    

    

The old man thought she was going to leave and snorted. He saw her twirl around in the empty space, muttering to herself. Then she walked back to the table, picked up her pen and started drawing.    

    

Alin did not think that she really began to draw like a decent person. He just sat down to the side and waited to see what she could draw.    

    

Ding Yiyi knew that it had been a long time since she had held a brush. She thought that she would be unfamiliar with it, but she found the posture of holding it familiar. With just a few strokes, she was able to regain her previous feeling.    

    

Her thoughts were like eagles flying high in the wilderness. Wave after wave of thoughts were clamoring to come out of her head. She was quickly moving and in high spirits.    

    

In less than an hour, she had put down her brush with a snap. However, when she took the painting, she hesitated. Was she overestimating herself like this?    

    

"Bring it over. I want to see what you've wasted so much of my time on." The old man sat on his four feet, obviously not giving her a chance to step back.    

    

She handed the painting over hesitantly. Alin took the painting and glanced at it, then fell into deep thought. Ding Yiyi nervously looked at him from time to time looking at his clothes and occasionally looking at the paper.    

    

She was so nervous that she forgot to breathe. She followed his movements mechanically, and after a while, the old man lifted the monocle in his left eye. "What a lousy drawing."    

    

Ding Yiyi knew that her painting couldn't enter his eyes, but she was still depressed. The old man glanced at her, got up and put the painting on the table. He then picked up the brush and began to revise his original work.    

    

Soon, the old man pressed a walkie-talkie. Not long later, footsteps came from the door. Elaine pushed the door open and entered, "Alin, did you change your mind?"    

    

He saw that Ding Yiyi in the room had her mouth wide open in surprise. She looked a little comical, but the old man handed him the finished picture. "Make it according to the pattern on the picture as soon as possible."    

    

Elaine lowered his head and scanned the drawing. He had seen Alin's design and it was completely different from the painting in front of him. Although some of the strokes were indeed Alin's handwriting, but the general style was unfamiliar.    

    

Looking at him in a daze, Alin was so angry that his crutches made ping-pong sounds, "Why aren't you going yet!? The show is about to begin! "    

    

"Yes sir!" Elaine hurriedly replied and looked at Ding Yiyi with a complicated expression. Then, he turned around and left.    

    

The old man turned around and looked at Ding Yiyi after seeing her leave, "There's a bit of spiritual qi here. The one I admire the most in China is the jewelry designer, Xia Yihan. Although you can't even match up to her fur, you win with some ideas. What's your name?"    

    

Ding Yiyi was completely engrossed in her own design. Perhaps, she would appear on the model's neck after a while. Hearing Alin's question, she quickly replied, "My name is Ding Yiyi."    

    

Alin frowned. "No."    

    

Ding Yiyi could not help but smile bitterly. She had changed her career before she had even made it. It would be weird if she knew her. Before she could finish the bitter fermentation, the old man handed her a business card. "If you want to continue this business, come and find me."    

    

Ding Yiyi was stunned. The name card in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She could only look at the old man in a daze. Alin waved his crutch to chase him away with dissatisfaction, "Okay, okay, let's go. Don't waste any more of my time!"    

    

The show went on as scheduled. The lights flickered on and off, reflecting the beautiful atmosphere of the model. Muffled music played in everyone's ears. There were no birds left on the stage. Everyone was immersed in their appreciation of beauty.    

    

In the crowd, Ye Chuyun silently looked at Ding Yiyi who was different from usual. She had succeeded, she stood on the international stage to show off her skills, perhaps not many people here knew him, but anyone who had seen her work hard would know, today's glory was not easy.    

    

In the backstage, Ding Yiyi was holding onto a washbasin with both ends. Her legs were still weak. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she saw the black mass of people on the stage. Luckily, she managed to finish what she was responsible for.    

    

A person came from behind her. She quickly stepped aside and saw Soong Na in the mirror. Soong Na smiled at her and turned on the tap to wash her hands.    

    

Ding Yiyi replied with a smile before turning to leave. Soong Na called out to her. Her eyebrows creased slightly as the bright powder on her forehead fell off. "Do you have that kind of relationship with Young Master Ye?"    

    

Ding Yiyi was taken aback. "Why do you ask?"    

    

Soong Na bit her lips, not sure if she should say that someone once mentioned a picture of Ding Yiyi and Young Master Ye Family together. From the looks of it, the two were very close, and Ding Yiyi had once had a scandal with the Shadow Emperor.    

    

"Anything else?" Ding Yiyi saw that she seemed to have something to say, but she suppressed it and took the initiative to ask.    

    

Soong Na turned off the tap, which made a crisp sound when it hit the washbasin. She shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just a gossip. Did you know that Young Master Ye is getting married tomorrow?"    

    

Ding Yiyi's heart skipped a beat. In that instant, she felt as if all her facial features had been sealed. She couldn't hear or see, only her head working.    

    

She took two steps back, her back pressed against the cold tile, and gave a violent shudder. "What did you say? Say it again."