Han: "what's up?"
Keke, it seems that she is similar to Ling Xiaohan in her tone.
Qi Qing didn't seem to notice the slightest, and soon came back.
"Tomorrow is the second round of the design competition, brother Ling, you should want to let your sister-in-law win?"
Han: "nonsense."
"If you promise me a condition, I can choose to release water tomorrow."
After seeing this, Ji Qianchen almost hit his chin on the desk. Where does this woman come from? She needs to give her water.
She really wants to look at her face. It's ridiculous.
She is powerful, but she Ji Qianchen does not advise, OK?
And quickly hit a few words to send.
Han: "no, I believe in my own woman."
After the hair, Ji Qianchen smiled and stroked his sharp chin, very satisfied with his answer.
"Well, brother Ling. After tomorrow's game, I'd like to have a celebration party. Will you come? "
Before the game, you want to celebrate. Qi Qing, how confident are you.
Ji Chen in front of the computer make complaints about all kinds of Tucao. After
Tucao was finished, she thought about how to make complaints about Qi Qing.
Han: "no, I'm going to hold a celebration party for my woman."
Hahaha, she can imagine Qi Qing's expression on that side.
Her purpose is to inflame her, to inflame her.
After a long time, Qi Qingcai sent another message.
It's sunny after the rain: "go skiing at weekends. Didn't my brother and I often go there before? You can also bring your sister-in-law with you this time. "
Ji Qianchen looks at the message sent by Qi Qing on the screen. It's like he doesn't give up, and it's full of tricks.
Knowing that she was pregnant, Mingming said that he would take her to ski. I don't know if he wanted her to fall and slide the tire.
I was just about to reply to one. I won't go. Later, she decided to reply to her.
Han: "well, OK, tomorrow afternoon. You'll meet your brother and wait for us at the ski resort."
"Good, wait for you."
End the conversation.
Ji Qianchen takes a picture of his chest.
I feel that I am doing something bad. Will I be beaten to death by lingxiaohan when I come back.
It's OK. She's not afraid to carry the ball in her stomach.
After QQ, she will concentrate on reviewing the things that may be inspected the next day.
The next day was sunny.
After breakfast.
Ling Xiaohan didn't go to the company, but got on the bus with Ji Qianchen.
Ji Qianchen grabs Ling Ling Xiaohan's sleeve. "Did you get on the wrong bus? The bus to work is there."
She pointed to the Bugatti dragon next to him to remind him.
Ling Xiao's cold and tall body is languidly leaning on the seat.
"No mistake. I won't go to the company today."
"Why?"
"Cheer you up."
Ji Qianchen sat beside him and was deeply moved when he heard that.
"What if I lose?" Ji Qianchen looks at his handsome side face and is suddenly a little flustered.
Ling Xiao glanced at her lazily. "If you lose, you lose. Just have fun. Just have fun."
It's a state of mind.
Ji Qianchen shook his head and put his arms in his hands. "Don't worry, I'll cheer up."
The second round of the design competition is held in Yuncheng Art Center.
Because the official didn't disclose the rules of the rematch, all the contestants came into the competition in a fog.
The stage of the competition is resplendent and magnificent.
There are posters made of the latest fashion around.
All the important guests were present.
When entering the arena, everyone received a number card.
We don't know the use of this number plate.
Ling Xiaohan sent Ji Qianchen to the competition stage and entered the audience from the back door.
Rob helped him get the number card.
Originally, it was a random number, but rob just picked a number 8 for Ling Xiaohan. Young master likes 8.
Ling Xiaohan sits in the middle of the VIP seat, in a prominent position, so that Ji Qianchen can see him on the stage at a glance, in case she is nervous.
"Let it go, let it go, give me this position." Qi Yan takes a number plate of 11 and rushes out of the crowd to get to Ling Xiaohan's side.
"Cold, I have found you. I'm here to cheer my sister-in-law up. I'll also play for my sister-in-law by the way. It's all knockout games anyway. It's perfect if two people get through. "
Wearing a wine red suit, Qi Yan patted Ling Xiao Han on the shoulder and said a lot.
Ling Xiaohan squints at him, "my woman doesn't need your support.""You don't know what to do."
……
The match was about to start, and the audience was full of people.
There are about a hundred seats, all full.
The organizer came out with a microphone to give a speech.
Standing in the middle of the stage, the chasing light hit his head, "Hello, everyone, I am the organizer of Yuncheng fashion design competition. Today, we are going to hold the rematch of this design competition. Next, let me announce the rules of the competition to you. The competition content is generally divided into two items. First, the tools and fabrics used in the design will appear on the large screen. All the players will complete the clothing production within two hours according to the materials and tools we provide. Second, all the designers' works will be presented to the dance platform anonymously and will be auctioned in the field. The high-priced will be promoted in turn. In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the competition, the whole live broadcast is being carried out in major TV stations... "
After the sponsor stepped down.
There are materials to be examined on the huge screen.
The audience fell into a frenzied discussion.
"God, what's the question? There are some rotten cloth strips. How to make clothes?"
"And the tools are not complete."
"It's too tricky."
……
Ling Xiao sat in a chair, looking at the examination questions on the screen, disapproving.
He didn't believe it was enough to embarrass his little woman.
"The organizer is too thief, isn't it? How can I know which one is my sister's when so many clothes are put on the stage in disorder?"
Qi Yan was gnashing his teeth in the side. "Besides, the money they took was still being appropriated by the organizers. What a shit match, no, I have to make complaints about my sister's withdrawal."
Take out your cell phone and call Qi Qing.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."
"Wow, how did you turn off your cell phone?" Qi Yan frowned and put his cell phone back in his pocket.
"Fool, do you think that since they are anonymous, they will let the players have contact with the outside world?"
Ling Xiaohan lost a white eye to Qi Yan.
"Tut Tut, it's too cruel."
During the competition, all the players were assigned to a production compartment, and the materials received were the same.
Ji Qianchen enters the production room, looks at the cloth, needle, thread, sewing machine and scissors placed on the table, sits down patiently and begins to conceive how to design a garment that can be photographed at a glance.