Chapter 107

After breakfast, Ji went to work as usual in the Bentley in Rob's car.

Lingxiao cold back to Lingxiao international.

Dressed in a stiff, hand-made suit, the appearance is concise and dignified.

Walking into the first floor of the building, the executive front desk bowed respectfully, "the president is early, there are guests upstairs."

Lingxiao cold eyes light, straight to the president's exclusive elevator.

Guest? Who?

The wind of footsteps pushes open the door of the office.

Mu Ying is in his office, wearing a long shoulder skirt. Look around.

"Who let you in?" The voice of fierce displeasure reverberated in the huge office.

Scared Mu Ying swished back her fingers.

"Uncle Ling, you finally come to work. I brought you a love breakfast. Do you want to have it?" Mu Ying takes a pink lunch box from his desk and hands it to him.

The eyes of the evil darted into the bento box in her hand, "eat it, take it away."

"Uncle Ling, have some more. I made it specially for you." Mu Ying blinks a pair of watery eyes, puts the lunch box on the table, specially opens it for him.

Fried Bun, ham sandwich.

"Didn't you unpack it? It can be returned. " Ling Xiaohan glanced at the contents of the lunch box.

There are also some shops wrapped in bags.

Obviously these are all temporary purchases.

Mu Ying looked at it and bit her lips awkwardly. "Uncle Ling, you know, I dare not enter the kitchen. It's terrible."

"I'm very busy to give you 30 seconds to think about whether you want to disappear or let the security guard out." Ling Xiao, with a cold face, walked around her and sat down on the office chair.

He was so tired from his work that he had no time to deal with the peach flowers of these warblers, warblers, swallows and swallows.

"Uncle Ling, you are really impersonal." Mu Ying threw the lunch box into the garbage can and bit her teeth angrily.

"Well."

Ling Xiaohan acquiesced to her misunderstanding.

The precious thing of human feelings is naturally left to his wife.

Muyingqi rushes to the door and closes the office door. At that moment, she goes back and adds: "Uncle Ling, I tell you, I have transferred to Yuncheng for University, and I will harass you if I have no classes."

With that, the door closed with a bang.

Ling Xiaohan leaned against the back of his chair without raising his head.

Ling's entertainment.

Ji Qianchen sat at his desk and drew carefully.

There was an urgent knock at the door.

"Come in."

Put down the brush and look up.

Ji Yanran walked into the door with high heels. "Although I don't want to see you very much, I have to tell you something."

"Cousin, are you going to mend your ways?" Ji Qianchen leaned on the chair and held the corner of his mouth to smile.

"Come on, someone stopped me after yesterday's interview and asked me who designed my clothes. I didn't say it, but she asked me to give you this invitation, which I didn't want to give you..." Ji Yanran wants to talk and stops, holding a red invitation card behind her.

"And then conscience finds out?" Ji Qianchen raised his eyebrows and smiled, stood up and pulled the invitation in her hand.

As expected, the gold will shine. Her clothes have been paid attention to.

Open the invitation.

This is the most famous show in the whole model circle. The invited designer brings his works to the show and gives them to the staff.

At that time, any model will be arranged to put on the clothes designed by the designer, board the T platform, and receive the appreciation and comments of the media audience.

How could she miss such a good exercise opportunity.

Look at the time on the invitation.

7 p.m.

Fortunately, there is still time.

"The invitation is for you. You'd better not bother me again." Ji Yanran glances at Ji Qianchen coldly and turns around with deep eyes.

"Thank you, cousin. I used to hate you. Now you don't seem to hate you so much." Holding the invitation letter tightly, Ji Qianchen's eyes are soft to see Ji Yanran leave.

"Cut, you don't hate me, I will hate you, a woman who robbed my sweetheart." Ji Yanran scorns and leaves with a white eye.

Ji Qianchen shook his head, put the invitation on the table, and looked at it carefully again.

Turn on the computer, put Gu Yunxiu to her revised design draft, and pick out some of the most satisfied ones to speed up the work.

At about six o'clock in the evening, the company's people left almost.

Ji Qianchen looks at the time on his watch, picks up the finished clothes and designs and rushes out of the company building.

Rob was waiting for her at the gate of the building as usual

"Well, tell Ling Xiaohan that I'm going to a show in the evening. I don't go home so early." After getting in the car, Ji told rob."OK, young lady, have you been to the show now? What's the address, please? "

"This address." Ji Qianchen gave him a look at the invitation.

"I see. This show is once a year. It's very grand. I was invited to see it as a guest several times before."

"Well, I'm going to make my work shine."

"Little madam, come on, your strength must be OK."

Arrive at the show hall.

Ji Qianchen is deeply affected by the grand atmosphere.

Colorful spotlights flowed on the T platform.

The crowd is surging, and the stage is full of celebrities in the fashion circle.

Ji Qianchen submits the clothes to the show organizer according to the participation process.

The label on the clothes has the designer's stage name. Ji Qianchen filled in Ch.

7 p.m.

The grand t show opens on time.

Women's models and men's models take turns on stage, wearing the clothes of major designers.

Ji Qianchen sits outside, nervously gripping his heart.

Waiting for her work to be judged.

"Are you ch, please?" Suddenly someone patted Ji Qianchen on the shoulder from behind.

"Well, yes." It's not surprising that fashion circles are called design names.

"The organizer asked you to go backstage."

"Oh, yes."

Ji Qianchen nodded with Rob and followed the man.

Entering the backstage, the huge changing room is surprisingly large.

The director of the organizer is a middle-aged uncle with short red hair. After seeing Ji Qianchen, he looked at her all over. "Are you ch?"

"Yes, it's me."

Ji Qianchen nodded confidently.

"Your work is not qualified for the stage at all. Your design is too bold. None of the models in your team are willing to wear the stage. You'd better take your clothes back." The middle-aged uncle sighed and threw Ji Qianchen's entry back into her hands.

"But I'm invited. Can I get the invitation letter? Shouldn't I prove my strength?" Hearing the words of the middle-aged uncle, Ji Qianchen's face suddenly drooped down.

It turned out that she was happy for nothing.

"I don't know who gave you the invitation. I'm supposed to criticize you. Holding such a work on the stage is equivalent to smashing my signboard, if not..." The middle-aged uncle wanted to talk.

"But what?" Ji Qianchen tightly clutched the skirt in his hand and asked with his teeth.

"If you weren't Ling Xiaohan's wife, I wouldn't care about you. Go back, you are not a rookie in the fashion circle. What good works can be designed by relying on your husband? "

The words of the middle-aged uncle pierced Ji Qianchen's heart like a needle, and her blood was dripping with pain.

If you were not Ling Xiaohan's wife

Ling Xiaohan's wife

Can't a good work be designed with such a level of identity?

Even brother Yunxiu has pointed out that her work is very good.

It's worthless to be here. I don't even have the qualification to be on the stage.

Ji Qianchen clenched his pink fist and moistened his palm with a thin sweat.

"Ha ha, uncle, it's not for everyone to have this kind of thing. If I want to use it, my brand has been published in various fashion magazines for a long time. I haven't moved out of my backer all the time, have I? I admit that I am still a newcomer, and I will accept your criticism, but please don't insult my personality with the word "backer", who is not a rookie climbing step by step

Ji Qianchen sneers coldly, holding his dress, and leaves proudly.

She didn't want to stay for a moment in a place where she thought she could tell everyone how to stand at the top of the fashion circle.

After going out backstage, Ji Qianchen looks at the vast starry sky.

A sigh of relief.