"Cousin, do you want to die? Go ahead. " Ji Qianchen hugged his arm and pointed to the clothes on the ground. "It's half an hour before you start the activity, but I can't make any more clothes for you. You can choose another one that's not so bad. Put it on, maybe it can depend on the topic popularity again."
Joking and humiliating make Ji Yanran flustered and uneasy.
I thought that she would only use the chance of losing one exposure to get Ji Qianchen's face swept, but I didn't expect that she lifted the stone and smashed her foot. Stealing chicken can't eat rice, but it makes her face lost.
Looking at Ji Yan's uneasy, pale face.
Ji Qianchen raises his lips and has a trace of joy that the winner should have.
But she didn't want to be happy too soon.
The real opponent is not Ji Yanran, but the person behind her who wrote the script for her, who secretly manipulated her to constantly calculate for her.
"OK, Ji Qianchen, you're so good. I won't take part in the big deal. What's rare. " Ji Yanran still refused to bow down, refused to apologize, but also bit the damn arrogance and coquetry.
Ji Qianchen picked up a dress that was not too bad and went to Ji Yanran. "I was going to trim it a little according to the damage degree of the dress as soon as I could. I'll give you something to wear. Since you don't think it's rare, I'll have to throw it into the trash can."
Ji Yanran listened to Ji Qianchen's words, the pupil suddenly expanded, flashing a trace of inconceivable.
With Ji Qianchen holding the skirt, he slowly approached the trash can.
Ji Yanran reaches out and holds Ji Qianchen's arm.
Ji Qianchen turns his head, picks up the pretty corner of his lips, squints at Ji Yanran and says, "is this the rhythm for me to mend this dress?"
Ji Yanran nods in embarrassment and embarrassment.
She knows it's not self-esteem, but she has no face and no skin, so she is unwilling to lose this opportunity.
"Then what do you owe me?"
Ji Qianchen still remembers that when he was a child, he was still close to Ji Yanran. He often went to her house to have dinner.
Uncle and aunt are nice to her, too.
Otherwise, she really wants to leave Ji Yanran alone.
"I'm sorry, all right?" Ji Yanran can't even apologize in such a low voice.
Ji Qianchen thinks about it, and really doesn't care.
"Wait."
I found a table with my clothes and threw them on it.
"Little Yi, Linda, bring me scissors and needles."
"OK, no problem."
The two men acted as Ji Qianchen's assistant, delivering all the tools she needed.
There's about twenty minutes left.
But also need to leave Ji Yanran change time, which means that Ji Qianchen repair time is only ten minutes.
This is the time to test a designer's adaptability and sewing skills.
In order to see how Ji Qianchen turned a cut garment into a magic one.
Everyone did not disperse, around Ji Qianchen, stand on tiptoe to see her mend.
Time is ticking away.
Jiqianchen first cut with scissors, then looked for materials from the old clothes on the ground, mended and sewed.
Ji Yanran looked at Ji Qianchen, who was busy and sweating, and felt more or less guilty.
I'm sorry to stand there.
"If not, there's no need to make up for it here." Ji Yanran suddenly said such a frustrated sentence.
The needle in Ji Qianchen's hand pricked his finger, broke a needle eye, and blood flowed from the thin, white and tender tip of his finger.
Mom, a chicken.
If it's in her old temper.
She can prick Ji Yanran out of hundreds of blood holes with a needle.
It's really annoying.
It's her Ji Yanran, not Ji Qianchen, who should be on the stage. She's going to quit first.
"Have you put on your makeup? My clothes are two minutes away. "
Ji Qianchen turned a white eye at her.
Twelve minutes to the event, she's done.
"Make up, make up for me, quick." Seems to see the hope that can come to the stage, Ji Yanran just moved the feet of the station and began to act.
When Ji Qianchen hands the repaired clothes to Ji Yanran, there is a special surging feeling in her heart.
Maybe her practice will not make Ji Yanran grateful.
But at least in the shortest time, she proved her strength and made everyone in the dressing room look up to her.
Being recognized is one of the most proud things in the world.
Ji Qianchen sat in front of the computer and watched the live broadcast of Ji Yanran's variety show.
See her come out in her repaired dress.As soon as he came out, he was noticed by the host and other stars.
"Wow, Ji Yanran, your clothes are very personalized today?"
The host commented on her skirt without stinging, using the bold splicing function of color fabric.
On the premise of aesthetic feeling, it highlights the personality of clothes and wearers.
Ji Yanran smiled with a microphone on the stage: "it's all my designer's credit. She's Ch. please recognize this brand in the future."
Even though she had a conscience, she publicized it for free on the stage.
Ji Qianchen leans on the office chair and squints his eyes comfortably.
She felt, for the first time, the joy that can be brought about without a vengeance.
Ji Qianchen picked up his mobile phone and unconsciously sent a wechat to Ling Xiaohan.
I know he won't reply, but she still wants to send.
"Honey, I did it. And I miss you."
Just a few nonsense words were sent, but she still felt at ease and wanted to share the joy with her favorite people at the first time.
Dingdong -
has wechat message reminder.
Ji Qianchen suddenly unlocked the screen and thought it was Ling Xiaohan's reply.
Seeing the news from Gu Yunxiu, Ji Qianchen lost a little bit.
"I saw the clothes Ji Yanran wore. They were well designed."
This is Gu Yunxiu's message with a thumbs up expression.
Ji Qianchen then gave a grinning expression and added a few words: "thank you brother Yun Xiu, I will continue to work hard and encourage."
At the other end of the mobile phone, Gu Yunxiu, who is ready to reply some more words, has his fingers stuck on the screen.
Across the screen, he could feel Ji Qianchen's deliberate alienation from him.
Maybe afraid her husband is jealous.
Gu Yunxiu thought over and over again, swallowing all his words back to his stomach. He replied to Ji Qianchen with only one expression and said nothing more.
Leave work in the afternoon.
As soon as Ji Qianchen got out of the building, he saw Cheng Cheng Cheng, who was riding a new pink electric donkey, appear in front of her.
"Hello, miss Qianchen, would you like to give you a ride? It's free." Cheng Cheng took a picture of the back seat of the electric car and invited generously.