Chapter 390

"Lin Xinghuo has a deep-rooted position in the entertainment industry. Shu Guoer, who once took the queen of the film, has caught a little. You should have known Lin Xinghuo carefully, but... The imitation trace is too heavy. The skirt hem and waist are very similar to the dress she wore before. Shu Guoer, in our industry, we can learn from it, but we are not good at imitation."

As soon as Shu Guoer heard this, there was no blood on her pretty white face, "I... may have accidentally hit it, I..."

Han Muzi continued: "Xiao Yiyi's design concept is good, but you are too limited to your previous style. As for Lengyue..."

Lengyue immediately straightened up and looked at her stubbornly.

Han Muzi smiled, "the overall painting is good, but the fault is too careless, and many details are not exquisite."

Listen to me, Leng Yueyue almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"You!"

"Li Junfeng's......"

"Stop!" Li Junfeng suddenly interrupted her and looked at Han Muzi with a smile.

"Miss Muzi, Queen Muzi, after what you just said, I have confirmed that you are a king. Save some face for our men. Don't go on."

Han Muzi looked at the end.

"Where's Lin Zheng?"

The works handed in by the teenager are the only one that makes her feel satisfied, but... His works hide too much dark atmosphere. Although they are beautiful and impressive, they... Have a very uncomfortable sense of depression

It should have something to do with his own character.

"Lin Zheng didn't come to work today." Xiao Yiyi quickly replied for Lin Zheng: "something should have happened to his family."

"Have you made a report?"

"Yes!" Xiao Yiyi immediately said, "I did it for him when I came this morning."

Xiaoyan nodded: "it's true, but I forgot to tell you."

Han Muzi gave a sound, and then combined the data.

"If I don't need to go on, you should know how to design now?"

In addition to the embarrassment of Li Junfeng and Wang Anluo, Zhang Yu should be the most unhappy. She sat in place with her fist and stared at Han Muzi.

"As you know, we don't have much time to make this dress, so before your draft doesn't satisfy me, let's stay and work overtime today."

The crowd did not speak, but they were obviously dissatisfied.

"Break up the meeting."

After Han Muzi left, Zhang Yu finally broke out!

"Bah! What does she think she is? She's right there. She doesn't know whether she really understands or pretends to understand!"

Leng Yueyue glanced at her and said, "she's really right. You haven't understood Lin Xinghuo's previous route at all? People have been famous for many years. It's stupid for you to design girls' clothes for her at the post movie level."

"I......" Zhang Yu saw Shu Guoer, who was blushing on one side, and suddenly stabbed her: "even if my design is poor, it's my own design. It's not like some people... It's bad enough to imitate others."

As soon as she said this, the blood color on shuguo'er's lips also disappeared. Her plain hand tightly squeezed her draft picture and bit her lower lip.

Shuguo'er suddenly turned her head and stared at her with horror in her eyes.

"I just accidentally collided with other people's products, but you can't design good things. What qualifications do you think you have to say me?"

With that, Shu Guo'er picked up the folder and rushed out without waiting for Zhang Yu to speak again.

Li Junfeng: "hey..."

He also got up and chased out.

*

Han Muzi just returned to the office with the information. After sitting down, she reluctantly stretched out her hand and twisted her faintly painful eyebrows. These people are really

Xiaoyan brought coffee to her and complained, "they say these are elites. They are all painted like this. It's really bad!"

Listening to the speech, Han Muzi raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Yan, and explained in a light voice.

"They are elites. I've known their previous works. Zhang Yu's design is vigorous and lively. Shu Guoer is lack of creativity and always borrows some things from other people's design works. Leng Yueyue is too careless and the details are not good enough. Li Junfeng's personal style is too strong, Xiao Yiyi... Similar to Zhang Yu. In fact, their styles are very obvious, not to mention Wang An, fine The festival is not good enough. It's Lin Zheng... "

"He asked for leave today and didn't come. He's too cold. I think the works designed by this man are a little strange..."

Speaking of this, Han Muzi put down his coffee, couldn't help taking out the draft picture handed in by Lin Zheng, and then looked at it carefully again.

"Isn't it strange? Although the overall design seems very exquisite, there is depression everywhere."

After listening to the speech, Han Muzi nodded and thought: "I guess it has something to do with his experience."

"What experience?"

As soon as the voice fell, Han Muzi's mobile phone on the desktop rang. She looked at it and then picked it up.

"Hello."

It was Lin Qingqing who called her. Lin Qingqing smiled shyly and said, "sorry, Shelly, I called you so early, didn't I bother you?"

Good morning! Han Muzi took a look at the time. It was almost noon from their meeting to now.

I guess the other party just got up.

Thinking about it, she answered softly, "no, Miss Lin, we can serve customers 24 hours."

"Well, I thought of some materials. I'd like to add them to my dress at that time. Are you free this afternoon?"

afternoon? Han Muzi nodded: "no problem, of course I'm free."

"OK, let's meet at two o'clock in the afternoon. I'll send you the address then."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yan asked suspiciously, "is that Lin Qingqing?"

"Well, she asked me to meet and talk about the dress."

"Oh, I'll go out first."

*

On the other hand, Lin Qingqing just hung up the phone and couldn't help taking out the invitation from the box on the desktop.

This is an invitation for a commercial banquet. There is still a long time to go. It is said that Tingchen will also go to the banquet night. When she appears in front of him in her favorite dress, she won't believe him.

Thinking, Lin Mu suddenly pushed the door in.

"Qingqing, what are you doing?"

"Mom?" Lin Qingqing quickly stuffed the invitation back into the box and got up with her mobile phone.

Seeing that she was still wearing pajamas, mother Lin looked at her reluctantly, then stretched out her hand and flicked her forehead: "you girl just got up? Hurry to wash and change clothes. Your aunt song is coming."

"Aunt song is coming?" as soon as Lin Qingqing heard song an's name, her eyes glittered immediately, followed by a touch of shame on her face. "Then..."

How could Lin's mother not understand what her daughter was thinking and smiled and said, "it's for you to meet."

Can she and yetingchen meet again?