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Mo Shu also slowly learned how to take care of children. Every day, she brought Xiao Wu to the studio to help her modify the feelings of Design Draft s, time and time again.

Of course, there was the mischievous Xiao Wu. The overturned paint plate, the various ingredients needed to wet his pants … In this chaotic situation, the clothes were finally mostly formed after ten days.

Lu Xiaoan laid on the table, staring at the dress that had no ornaments on it. It was a black fishtail dress, simple and generous, with exquisite details, but it seemed to be missing something.

Xiao Wu was sound asleep on Lu Xiaoan's skirt. When Lu Xiaoan came back to her senses, she immediately carried Xiao Wu and placed him on the small bed. Since Mo Shu had matters to attend to, she placed Xiao Wu in the design room. After getting up and returning to the desk, she suddenly realized that Xiao Wu's saliva had made a puddle of water on her knee.

When Mo Shu came back, she just so happened to see Lu Xiaoan fiddling with her pants.

"What happened? Your pants are torn?"

Lu Xiaoan's eyes lit up, she stuck her head out and called Mo Shu over, raising his leg and placing it on the table, she pointed at the water stains on his leg and said.

"Look, what is this!"

"Your son's saliva … All of my clothes have this unique brand on them. What's so strange about that?" Mo Shu laughed helplessly, and passed the coffee she bought along the way to her.

Lu Xiaoan took a sip of her coffee in a huff. She knew right away that this was a completely unimaginative person!

"What do you think it looks like? Don't you think it looks like the totem of the auspicious cloud? "

After Mo Shu heard her words, she looked carefully. It was true that the other party looked a little similar to him.

Lu Xiaoan put down her legs and excitedly told him: "Because of the mayor's wife's request, this dress needs to be simple and generous, so we have always pursued simplicity. But the drawback of this dress is that it's too simple to look too monotonous because it's always sought for simplicity. "

Lu Xiaoan pushed Mo Shu a little distance away, then ran to the side of the clothes rack and pointed at the skirt on it.

"Look, clothes are things. Look at the outline from a distance and look at the details from close up. This dress is all right from a distance, but when you walk in and find it's just as simple as it is, then it's just too simple to be noticeable. "

She pointed to the water stain on her lap and gently tugged at her skirt to put it together.

"Look, we can use the golden thread to make some embroidery that is not too obvious. It would be best if we can use this technique of invisibility. From a distance, we can't see it clearly, but we can only vaguely see a bit of the metallic luster."

"I don't think this will go against the simple and generous request, and secondly, will be able to increase the brilliance of this dress. What do you think?"

Mo Shu looked at the woman who was tugging on her skirt and talking about inspiration with high spirits, and his eyes couldn't help but to follow her hand. Although he didn't take her words to heart, she exuded a unique charm.

Being asked by Mo Shu, Lu Xiaoan almost choked on her words. That's right, although she had already thought of what to do, she had not decided on the materials yet.

Mo Shu took the folder and handed it over to Lu Xiaoan. He remembered that inside the folder, there were all the materials that were used by famous designers.

Lu Xiaoan was also worried. Since there was no other way, then she could only do what she had to. With a thick stack of folders, the two of them flipped through it until around 11 pm. Other than the sound of flipping through the folders, there was no other sound from the studio at all.

"An'an! Look at this! "

Mo Shu handed over the folder that she was flipping through to Lu Xiaoan, which recorded a type of silk. This kind of silk was extremely rare, and it was once used by a famous designer in Italy to make dresses for his wife. According to the information in the folder, this kind of silkworm should be raised by the silkworm farmers on a mountain near Italy. As there weren't that many silkworms produced every year, the number of people who raised this kind of silkworm gradually decreased.

This kind of silk was not transparent or white like ordinary silk, but was rather golden. Under the sunlight, it would give off a metallic feeling, moreover, the silk was soft and extremely tough. Since ancient times, this kind of silk was embroidered with a good selection of materials, so if one could successfully find this kind of silk, then it truly couldn't be better.

Mo Shu thought about something, and suddenly frowned. In his memories, this mountain was not a developed tourist attraction, for an undeveloped mountain, climbing it was extremely difficult.

"An An, are you sure you want to choose this kind of silk as the material?" If it was a must, this kind of thing was not available in the market, so he could only go to the mountain top to find the silkworm farmer to buy it. Tomorrow, I will find someone Xiao Wu can trust to bring you there, and then, I will accompany you there. "

Then remember to find someone that you can trust in Xiao Wu. Other than you, I don't have any other friends in Italy.

Mo Shu saw that Lu Xiaoan was still seriously checking the properties of the ingredients, and took out her phone to quietly prepare something for her to use in the wild. She did not know when, but he had already gotten used to quietly accompanying her by her side.

The morning of the second day, Mo Shu ran over to Lu Xiaoan's house, and when she passed by, he bought her a breakfast.