"I believe you will be the champion of design!" Leng Chenxi encouraged.
"Well, thank you!" An Xiaojing said with a smile.
After work, she made an appointment with Yu huanluo. She felt that she had not seen Yu huanluo for a long time, and she didn't know how Yu huanluo was now. But last time she met shangguanqing on a cruise ship, the man told himself that his feelings were blank.
If you tell Yu huanluo the good news, she will be very happy.
"Happy fall!" Seeing Yu Huan's car, an Xiaojing laughed and waved her arms.
"Xiaojing!" Yu huanluo cried happily.
"Huanluo, let me tell you something very happy. You must be very happy to hear it." An Xiaojing said mysteriously.
"What's the matter?" Yu Huan asked.
"Tell me first, why don't you mention shangguanqing in front of me any more?"
"This! He said that I don't care about his business. I don't want to appear so sentimental! " Yu huanluo thinks of the picture of shangguanqing talking and laughing with another woman in the restaurant that day. Her heart is like being stabbed deeply.
"But Shangguan told me that he had nothing to do with that woman, believe it or not!"
Yu Huan Luo's eyes brightened when he heard this!
"Really?"
She asked incredulously.
"Of course, why should I lie to you!" An Xiaojing gave a white look and Yu Huan fell.
"Then why did he lie to me before?" Yu huanluo is a little confused. In fact, she can feel whether a person likes you or not. She clearly felt shangguanqing's feelings for herself before, but she was suddenly taken away by that person.
She didn't understand very much.
"Huanluo, you should ask her yourself!" An Xiaojing suggested.
"Yes! Look for a chance
Leng Yichen and an Xiya are sitting in a high-end French restaurant. Leng Yichen doesn't have much interest in the food on the table. He turns to his mobile phone and there is a picture on it, which is the work of an Xiaojing's design week.
But he felt that an Xiaojing's level should not be like this.
The snow gauze skirt she designed is really good, but there should be room for development.
"What are you looking at?" Anxiya asked.
"A skirt!" Leng Yichen came back at random.
An Xi Ya glanced and knew what Leng Yichen said.
There was a sneer in her heart.
"It's the one designed by Xiaojing. It's true. If she can win the first prize, this point should be given to Nangong Han? Or empire? "
Leng Yichen was also thinking about this problem. After a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth: "she doesn't have that qualification!"
Then, regardless of his plate has not been how to move the steak, Leng Yichen left anxiya alone, went out from the restaurant.
While an Xiaojing and Yu huanluo are chatting happily, they meet Yu Zhenhuan, who smiles at her.
"Xiaojing, I've seen your works of this design week. It's very good!"
With Yu Zhenhuan's encouragement, an Xiaojing felt warm in her heart. Naturally, she was happy.
For an Xiaojing, the existence of Yu Zhenhuan is like an elder brother. He will save himself when he is in danger, not once or twice. Yu Zhenhuan can also encourage her in her study and work. An Xiaojing appreciates such a person in her heart.
"Thank you An Xiaojing is very happy that her works are appreciated by such people.
Yu Zhenhuan's eyes slightly bent up. He knew that an Xiaojing was not an easy person many times.
Therefore, when an Xiaojing and Yu huanluo stand together, she is obviously more mature.
He also appreciates an Xiaojing's maturity beyond her age.
But such a harmonious scene was soon hit by Leng Yichen.
Leng Yichen just met these three people when he came out of the French restaurant.
He snorted from the wing of his nose.
"What a coincidence Leng Yichen's words were all sprayed on an Xiaojing's face.
"Lengshao, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look more and more radiant!" Yu Zhenhuan said a few polite words, but Leng Yichen did look handsome.
Leng Yichen didn't have much interest in Yu Zhenhuan, but he didn't pay much attention to an Xiaojing. He was very concerned about her. There was a lot of anger in his chest.
Then, without saying a word, she pulled an Xiaojing away from the Yu family.
"What are you doing?" An Xiaojing is used to Leng Yichen's practice, but at least she should say goodbye to them.
He can be rude and arrogant, but she is not.
"You're not surnamed Yu, but you're very close to Yu. People who don't know think you're a family." Leng Yichen let go of an Xiaojing and put her hands in her trouser pockets.He is very tall, and an Xiaojing always feels oppressed when she looks at him.
"Leng Shao, do people with you have to be surnamed Leng?" An Xiaojing gave a cold glance.
Leng Yichen didn't pay much attention to this sentence, and then asked: "that design week, you'd better not participate in it!"
"Why?"
"Because I won't let you win the game! An Xiaojing, do you know who you are? You are not an employee of Nangong Han. You are the young grandmother of imperial group. "
"Ha ha, it's the first time I've heard you approve me like this!" An Xiaojing sarcastically said, is this person going to trample on her dream now? impossible.
"Don't flatter yourself. You can do what I'm not sure."
Leng Yichen's words are cold, but it's not surprising that an Xiaojing has been used to this kind of attitude towards him for a long time, but she has never chosen to give in, this time, not to mention.
She is even more lazy to pay attention to the person in front of her. She knows that it's just a waste of her own words to argue with him.
after all, it's almost like a dream to argue with this person.
In this way of thinking, an Xiaojing turned around and wanted to stay away, but Leng Yichen could not be indifferent.
Sure enough, Leng Yichen was angry at her actions. He immediately grasped an Xiaojing's wrist so that she could not move forward.
An Xiaojing felt pain because of his strength. She frowned slightly and said, "what are you doing? Let me go."
"You'd better take time to learn etiquette. When people talk to you, you just want to walk away impolitely. Besides, this man is still your husband. Don't disgrace the cold family! Don't forget that you are the little grandmother of the cold family
Leng Yichen looked angry and stared at an Xiaojing's face for a long time before he said, "give up the game!"
"No way!" An Xiaojing was angry in her heart, but compromise was not something she would do.
Leng Yichen had done something in her jewelry design before, and didn't let her win the competition. This time, let alone let history repeat itself.