Chapter 127 Lost Inspiration

Seeing that she was so upset and aggrieved that she was about to collapse, gu mohan followed suit and hurried to her side to pat her on the shoulder.

"There's no need to rush. There's plenty of time off anyway. We can take it slow."

Ye zhiqiao was a person who wanted to do it, but success was in front of her, she could not calm down, and for any designer, there was no inspiration in the middle of the creation, which was tantamount to walking in the desert and seeing a mirage of anger and hopelessness.

Gu mohan knew that such verbal consolation had no effect on ye zhiqiao at all, so he had to think of a way in his heart.

Not long after, he picked up the paper from the ground and said to ye zhiqiao, "Wait for me." Then he turned and walked out of the room.

Ye zhiqiao didn't know what he was going to do. When she wanted to ask, she was already gone. Her mind was in a mess and she didn't have the heart to care about so much anymore, so she picked up the brush and began to spend it on the paper.

Gu mohan went downstairs and drove away without even having lunch.

He called qin ning and told him that he didn't go to work this afternoon, then drove directly to the road leading to the city center.

He took a closer look at the drawing that ye zhiqiao threw away. It was a men's dress with a european-style tuxedo and was made of pure wool. However, she seemed to want to bring out new colors and didn't want to use the traditional pure black or pure white. Instead, she used the precious blue which was rarely used in formal banquets.

It's just that the sapphire blue color is tricky, and if it's not used well, it will appear frivolous and vulgar, which should be the reason why she abandoned this design draft.

Although it was abandoned, its design must also revolve around the main line in ye zhiqiao's mind. As long as she looked for the same type of clothing according to the characteristics, it might bring inspiration to her thoughts.

This was what gu mohan had come up with.

When he came home with a shopping bag full of hands, ye zhiqiao's face could be described as colorful.

She wrinkled her nose and pointed at the thing in gu mohan's hand, "You... What are you doing?"

Gu mohan couldn't wait to take out a paper bag and take out the contents. It was a dark gray tuxedo, very similar to ye zhiqiao's design.

"I bought a lot of these types of gowns. Some of them are similar, some are completely different. I'll try them out for you one by one. How about that?"

"That's why you ran out without even eating?"

Gu mohan nodded naturally and asked, "Shall I change now?"

Instead of answering his question, ye zhiqiao reached out to hit him on the shoulder and complained, "Are you stupid? Just say no to me when you think of this. At least I'll go out with you after dinner. Just try it on the spot and buy whatever you need."

Gu mohan was shopping in high-end clothing stores, where almost all the clothes were custom-made and limited. With so many clothes added together, he didn't know how much it would cost. Gu mohan would certainly not care about this, but ye zhiqiao felt very sorry, not only for money, but also for his heart.

Seeing that ye zhiqiao was complaining and moved, gu mohan was a little embarrassed. He was willing to do all this for ye zhiqiao. Without any other thoughts, he quickly said, "While there is still natural light, hurry up and draw the design draft. By night, the color brightness will not be obvious."

After that, he took off his coat and put on the dress in his hand, then looked at ye zhiqiao expectantly.

Seeing that he was ready, ye zhiqiao no longer held on to the little awkwardness in her heart. She knew that only by creating a perfect design would he not let down his good intentions.

Ye zhiqiao quickly entered the working state and changed her usual easygoing style. During the whole process, she frowned slightly and pursed her lips tightly.

The tone of his speech was not as casual as usual. It was all formulaic and simple.

"Turn around."

"Yes, a little to the left. Show the cuff on your sleeve."

"Try that dress again just now. There seems to be a detail on it that I didn't notice."

"This is the same style as before, but the color is different. You bought it again."

Gu mohan was completely obedient. He would go wherever ye zhiqiao asked him to go. He would raise his arms if he wanted to. He would retract his abdomen if he wanted to. Although he wanted to complain that he had eight abdominal muscles and there was no fat at all, he endured it when he saw ye zhiqiao's firm and serious gaze.

He had to admit that even though ye zhiqiao was beautiful, she still had a unique beauty when she was working hard.

Her hair was neatly curled up, and the broken hair at her temples would occasionally slip down to her white cheeks. She inadvertently tucked her hands behind her ears, then turned her head and looked in his direction with her clear and bright eyes, which naturally revealed a myriad of amorous feelings.

Gu mohan was a little stunned, so that ye zhiqiao said to him that it was hard work, and he did not hear the sound of him sitting down.

The whole world quieted down. Only ye zhiqiao was sitting in the sunset in the evening. Her breath was stained by the fiery red glow, like an elf in the jungle, beautiful and illusory.

Ye zhiqiao was so focused on her work that she did not notice gu mohan's candid gaze. When she looked up at the tall man again, it suddenly seemed as if a lost light had hit her eyes again.

Yes! That's the feeling!

The half-way inspiration returned to her mind, and the feeling she had initially imagined finally reappeared.

She quickly retracted her gaze, followed the thread in her mind, and quickly splashed the white paper in front of her.

Style, color, accessories... It didn't take much thought to think about it. It was as if they had a spirit and jumped onto the paper.

In less than two hours, the last piece of clothing that bothered ye zhiqiao for a long time was finally finished.

At this time, it was already dusk outside the window. The streetlights on both sides of the street set off, and the salty snowflakes were falling.

Seeing that she had stopped writing, gu mohan finally stood up and walked over. He had been sitting beside her for two hours because he was afraid of interrupting ye zhiqiao's train of thought.