Chapter 484

"Oh, how dare you hide? Today I'll show you how powerful I am

The woman put out her hand and made the little girl cry. The rest of the people would rush up. Xia Wei Anshun grabbed the eraser on the table and threw it on the woman's head.

"Ah, who hit me? I'm dying

The woman turned her head in pain and suddenly saw that Xia Wei'an was looking at her with her hands around her chest and a smile on the corner of her mouth. Her heart sank and she was at a loss.

At this time, the people around also found her strange, all looked at the door, saw Xia Wei'an standing there, startled, quickly stepped back to stand, the atmosphere dare not out, eyes view nose, nose view heart.

"It's really lively. What you know is the design department. What you don't know is the vegetable market. Go back to work for me!"

Xia Wei'an shouts angrily, and everyone in the design department breaks up. Only Liu Lian takes the cleaning girl by the hand, slightly raises her head and looks at her face to face.

"This little bitch stole my design draft. I'm going to kick her out of the company!"

Liu Lian holds her own identity and speaks to Xia Wei'an with no scruples about the volume.

The little girl cried so much that her eyes were swollen and her whole face was full of grievances.

Although the pretty girl in front of her would smile at her and say thank you to her, the rich people are all the same. They all look down on the poor. She would certainly think that she is a thief. Thinking of this, the little cleaning girl shed more tears.

When Liu Lian said this, Xia Wei'an took a design draft in his hand and looked at the drawings above.

It's a skirt. It looks OK at first sight, but it's a bit awkward when you look at it carefully. The upper part seems to want to draw a short sleeve. The strokes are straight and hard. At first glance, it's Liu Lian's handwriting, but the skirt below is much more nimble.

Looking at it, Xia Wei'an felt that the design style was inexplicably familiar, but only a few short strokes were not enough to remind her and confirm anything, so she casually put the manuscript on the table, looked up at the little girl, and asked in a mild tone: "what's your name?"

I didn't expect that Xia Wei'an's first sentence was to ask her name. The little girl was a little surprised and embarrassed. She lowered her head and whispered, "my name is Zhou Sihua."

"Zhou Sihua, a nice name. If you want to prove your innocence, you can draw a new manuscript in front of everyone. If you can draw it, you are innocent. If you can't draw it, you can only be driven out of the company. Can you do it?"

Zhou Sihua sniffed, thought about it, and nodded firmly.

Liu Lian doesn't want to let go of other people's hands, but due to the presence of Xia Wei'an, she has to shake her hands. Zhou Sihua rubs her painful wrist, slowly walks forward and sits down. Xia Wei'an hands her a piece of paper and a pen, and she draws carefully.

Zhou Sihua, who is immersed in design, is quite different from her timid and cowardly appearance. She is very quiet. She only has pen and paper in front of her eyes, and inspiration flowing like a spring in her mind.

Xia Wei An's eyes looked at the pencil in her hand, one by one fell on the paper, by countless simple lines, finally combined into a beautiful windbreaker.

The design of the windbreaker is unique. It seems to be similar to the popular style on the Internet, but the details are more exquisite. It can be said that just looking at it like this, you will feel that it must be beautiful to wear it. The most important thing is that this windbreaker she wore in her last life was designed by the talented designer "chuxue"!