Chapter 1101

Elaine came over, and Ding Yi looked at him cautiously. He shrugged, "don't be nervous. Although I'm interested in you, I don't have the obscene hobby in public yet."

Ding Yiyi is still vigilant, but has not written "I don't believe" four big words.

Elaine suddenly leaned over to him. The freckles on the bridge of his nose were clearly visible. He looked into her dark eyes. "Would you like to come to me?"

What? Ding Yi Yi silly eye, which is this again, she quickly returns to the mind, "what tricks do you want to play?"

"Ha ha ha." Elaine straightened up and laughed, and a tall model with a hot figure came to him. The model's eyes brightened when he saw Elaine and twisted his waist to him.

Elaine around the woman's waist, bowed his head to Shangding Yiyi's eyes. He laughed and hugged him tightly. He didn't look at Ding Yi any more and turned around and left.

At the foot of the stairs, a foreign woman was anxious to touch his strong muscles hidden under his shirt, but he grasped them with one hand,

"sorry, Sonna, I was lovelorn today, and I can't do it today." Elaine laughs at a woman who cuts herself, twists her high heels and hates to leave.

He pulled out his cigarette and felt his hand in his pocket. Suddenly he remembered that the lighter was still in Ding Yiyi's room. When it was half loud, he broke his mouth and scolded him. Then he turned around and hit the wall. At this time, the mobile phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang. He answered the phone, and his face became darker and darker.

Ding Yiyi was surprised to see Elaine stride to the backstage. Several staff members discussed nervously for a while. Some informed models even asked, "Alin won't make any moths again."

The original hot backstage atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Qiubai approached her and whispered, "the designer of this brand is a weirdo. In the past, he refused to open a show because he changed the scene in the middle of the stage. On that occasion, he lost millions, and this time it seems that something is wrong."

Ding Yi was surprised, "what's wrong?" Qiubai frowned. "I heard it was a dress with a necklace. I didn't think about it, so the old man didn't want to open a show."

"It's too dogmatic." Ding Yiyi said inconceivably, just because an ornament was not done well, the whole show was canceled.

Qiu Bai shakes her head helplessly, and the scene is gloomy. Ding Yiyi looks at everyone's sad face, and simply backstage.

The show was held on the top floor of the hotel. The high floor made her feel a little palpitation. She walked around everywhere and unconsciously came to the room that she had broken into by mistake.

Before entering the door, she heard the sound of things falling on the ground. She thought that the grandfather had fallen down, so she opened the door in a hurry, and the old man who was throwing things stared at the small eyes with big eyes for a while.

"Why you," the old man frowned at her dress. "Are you on the show tonight?"

Ding Yiyi thought that the old man's temper was too irascible. She bent down to pick up the old man's messy clothes and looked up to see a red skirt hanging in the middle of the room.

The red dress is very long, and the waist is inlaid with layers of green gemstones. The gemstones are shining in the light, which is very bright.

"What are you doing here? Get out of here!" The crutches in the old man's hand clattered on the floor. Ding Yiyi looked at him in surprise. Just now she saw a letter "Alin" carved on the clothes rack.

"Are you Mr. Alin?" The old man glanced at her and said nothing.

"I think it's wrong for you to cancel a show casually," she said after a pause

"What do you say?" The old man was so angry that he held up his crutches. His eyes widened and his forehead creased more obviously.

Ding Yi licked some dry lips until the taste buds tasted the lipstick. She suddenly remembered that she had made up. She said bitterly, "because everyone has made a lot of efforts for this show. It's really willful not to open it if you can't say it."

The old man didn't get angry unexpectedly. He looked at the red dress with a trace of melancholy in his voice. "When I'm my age, you'll start to be unwilling to make do with it. You just want to be the best," he said. He resumed his hot temper and drove her away with crutches. "Get out of here quickly. It's better to find a place to stay."

Ding Yiyi was chased to the door by him. The old man glanced at her, "if you can find the right accessories for my clothes, it's not too late to teach me, little girl!"

"Good! I'll try it! " Ding Yiyi was infuriated by his sarcastic eyes. He was so angry that he responded. The old man was stunned and happy. He waved her to let her in again. He wanted to see what the little doll could throw out.

Ding Yiyi's heart is also up and down, she went back to the front of the clothes, Zai Zai carefully looked up, after a while turned to go outside the door.

The old man thought she was going to leave. He snorted in his nose, but he saw her turning around in the open space for a few times. She was still reading words. Then he went back to the table, took up his pen and began to write and draw.Alin didn't expect that she would really draw. She simply sat aside and waited to see what she could draw.

Ding Yiyi knew that she had not held the brush for a long time. She thought she would be unfamiliar, but she found that the posture of holding the brush was so familiar that only a few strokes could recover the previous feeling.

Her thoughts were like eagles flying high in the wilderness. Waves of thoughts were clamoring to come out of her brain. She was moving fast and her mood was high.

Less than an hour later, she put down her brush with a snap, but she hesitated for a moment when she took the painting. Did she think that was beyond her capacity.

"Bring it here, and I'll see what you've been painting for so long." The old man sat in a stable position and obviously did not give her a chance to step back.

She hesitated to pass the painting in the past, Alin took a glance at the painting, and then fell into meditation. Ding Yiyi looked at him nervously, from time to time, he looked at the clothes, and from time to time put his eyes on the paper.

She was so nervous that she forgot to breathe. She just mechanically followed his movements. Half loud, the old man lifted the single lens of his left eye. "It's really bad."

Although Ding Yiyi knew that his painting could not get into his eyes, he was still very depressed. The old man glanced at her, got up and put the painting on the table. He took up his pen and began to revise the original work.

Soon, the old man pressed a walkie talkie, and soon there was a footstep at the door. Elaine pushed the door in and said, "Alin, have you changed your mind?"

He saw that Ding Yiyi in the room opened his mouth in surprise, and his appearance even looked funny. The old man handed him the processed picture and said, "we can process it according to the pattern above as soon as possible."

Elaine looks down at the picture. He has seen the design drawing of Alin, which is totally different from the one in front of him. Although some of the strokes are actually Alin's handwriting, the general style is strange. There is only one person in this room except for Alin.

Seeing that he was so flustered, Alin was so angry that he knocked his crutch with ping-pong, "don't hurry up! The show is about to start! "

"Yes Elaine answered in a hurry, looked at Ding Yiyi with a complicated look, and then turned to leave.

Seeing that he had gone far away, the old man turned to look at Ding Yiyi and said, "it's a bit smart. The only jewelry designer I admire most in China is Xia Yihan. Although you can't even cover her fur, you still have some ideas. What's your name?"

Ding Yiyi is totally immersed in her own design works, which are valued by the world-class luxury masters. She may appear on the neck of the model in a short time. When she hears Alin ask her, she quickly replies, "my name is Ding Yiyi."

Alin frowned. "I don't know."

Ding Yiyi can't smile bitterly, she has not made a career to change careers, it is strange to know her. Before the bitter fermentation in her heart was finished, the old man gave her a business card and said, "if you want to continue this business, come to me."

Ding Yiyi was stunned. The business card in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She could only look at the old man foolishly. Alin was dissatisfied with waving crutches and began to drive people out. "OK, go quickly. Don't waste my time any more!"

The show was held as scheduled. The lights flickered on the models, reflecting a beautiful dreamlike feeling. The deep music flowed through the eardrums of the intruders. There were no birds under the stage. Everyone was intoxicated with the beauty.

In the crowd, ye chuyun quietly looks at Ding Yiyi, who is different from ordinary people. She is successful. She has stood on the international stage to show herself. Maybe not many people here know him, but as long as you have seen her hard work, you will know how difficult it is to be brilliant today.

Backstage, Ding Yi is holding the two ends of the lavatory basin. She is still a little weak now. She was watching the dark crowd on the stage just now. Her heart almost jumped out of her nervousness. Fortunately, she walked through the part of her responsibility safely.

Behind her came a man, she quickly get out of the way, see through the mirror is song Na, song Na smile at her, turn on the tap to start washing hands.

Ding Yiyi returned with a smile, and then turned around just about to go out. Song Na stopped her. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the bright powder on it fell off. "Are you and ye Shao that kind of relationship?"

Ding Yi Yi Yi Leng, "why do you ask so?"

Song Ding and her lips have been bitten together before, and it's not like that they should have been making love with each other.

"Anything else?" Ding Yiyi looked at her as if she had something to say, but tried to suppress the appearance, then took the initiative to ask.

Song Na turns off the faucet, the sound of the water ticking in the lavatory basin, making a crisp sound. She shakes her head, "it's OK. It's just a gossip. Do you know ye Shao is going to get married tomorrow?"

Ding Yiyi was shocked in her heart. At that moment, she felt that all her facial features were closed, her ears could not hear, her eyes could not see, only her head was working.

She stepped back two steps, her back against the cold tiles, and she gave a sharp stir, "what do you say, say it again."