: Relying on one's own strength, not embarrassing

Author: Please call me a big baby

: Relying on one's own strength, not embarrassing

"You, what evidence do you have?"

Ling Xue gritted her teeth.

"Evidence? As far as I know, you seem to live in Huo Tingyan's villa now, right?"

As soon as He Yunlan said this, the crowd immediately discussed it.

"Really? Is this cohabitation?"

"No, right? Who doesn't know that Mr. Huo never gets close to women, how is it possible?"

"Who knows if some people rely on some improper means? They look simple on the surface, but maybe they are outstanding in some aspects?"

Smile bursts out from the crowd.

Ling Xue's face turned red and she wanted to refute it, but she didn't know how to speak.

"I don't, I, I do live in Huo Tingyan's villa, but Huo and I are always innocent."

Ling Xue was about to cry anxiously.

"You admit it? I really didn't see it. We are hanging here, but we don't know each other with other men."

He Yunlan sneered.

"Don't you just think it's unfair to let me participate in the designer competition this time? Then I'll let the chief conduct a fair selection!"

Ling Xue's fighting spirit was completely aroused at this moment.

She went directly to Leng Mengxuan's office and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I want to select first in the company."

Leng Mengxuan looked at Ling Xue and said helplessly: "Are those people talking nonsense behind their backs again?"

Ling Xue shook her head and said, "This is also for fairness. You can't choose me just because I hosted a large-scale event. This is indeed unfair to others!"

"Okay, just have this confidence!"

The reason why Leng Mengxuan didn't come forward to stop her was because Ling Xue was too soft-hearted and always refused to fight for her, which was extremely unfavorable to her.

Leng Mengxuan quickly arranged the company's internal selection, and the requirement was very simple, that is, to design the works that they think are the most proud, and then choose the works that they think are the best without signing, and the one who wins the most votes will win.

As soon as Leng Mengxuan said this, everyone naturally did not dare to criticize it because they did not sign it, so they naturally did not follow the issue.

Ling Xue soon had an idea because she was going to design a set of clothes for Su Ya, so she would use this as a work of tragic death.

Ling Xue was not in a hurry to start writing, but first thought, and she left the company with her things.

She walked slowly on the street, walking around and looking, writing and drawing in her notebook from time to time.

I soon arrived in a park and looked at the bare trees, and the snowflakes were pressing against the branches and making a squeaking sound.

Ling Xue suddenly burst into inspiration, and thought of something. Her pen was flying in the script, and she reached a state of selflessness.

When Ling Xue drew her rough idea on the book, she raised her neck a little tired, and saw the old man who hadn't seen for a long time leaning over to look at her work.

"Why are you here?"

Ling Xue was about to put away the call book, but the old man snatched it directly and looked it carefully.

"Your idea is pretty good, but you haven't found that such patterns and patterns should better reflect the cool beauty on the cheongsam?"

The old man's words made Ling Xue feel enlightened.

"You know this, too?"

Ling Xue quickly wrote it down.

"Just know some fur."

The old man said with a smile.

"But the pattern on you probably needs embroidery. Can you embroider it?"

The old man asked the key to the problem incisively.

Ling Xue scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "I really don't know how to do this."

"Then I can recommend someone to you, but the old woman has a weird personality and is afraid that you can't handle it."

The old man looked helpless when he thought of the other person.

"This is not a problem. If you want, please recommend it to me."

Ling Xue naturally wanted to ask for it, and she herself knew very well that if it were a cheongsam, it would be best to use embroidery. However, because of the cumbersome craft, many people no longer use it, and there are even signs of being lost.

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow."

The old man said with a smile.

Ling Xue's heart disease had been resolved, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at the old man and said, "You have been picking up garbage outside, where are your family?"

"What? Do you feel embarrassing to pick up trash?"

The old man still smiled kindly.

Ling Xue shook her head quickly and said, "How can you be embarrassed if you support yourself? It's just that you are old. If you don't have family by your side, it will always be bad if you make a mistake."
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