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Time goes by imperceptibly, the national costume competition is about to start.

As the leading company in the domestic design industry, manis has become the organizer of the national costume competition.

Manis

Wenluo is concentrating on helping he Siming deal with a number of documents. At the end of the process, there is a document about the national costume competition.

Wenluo looked at the process of the competition, but he had a sense of familiarity.

What's more, when she saw something about fashion design, she seemed to have something palpitating in her heart, as if she had been engaged in related industries.

But wenlow took it as his own passion.

In today's increasingly peaceful, fashion trend is not bad, become a well-known designer, but also many people's dream.

Maybe I had this dream at the beginning.

Wenluo carefully proofread the documents and found that the audition stage of the national costume competition does not need a threshold.

In other words, even if you are not a designer, do not have the design industry awards, not related professional, you can also participate.

Inexplicably, Wenluo is a little excited.

After work, Wenluo came home. Gong Yang was reading a newspaper on the sofa.

"Gong Yang." Wenlow said softly.

Gong Yang put down the newspaper, laughed and said, "what's the matter, Lolo?"

"Do you know what the national costume competition is going to be held?" Said winlow.

Gong Yang's eyes changed slightly, but he still said with a smile, "I remember this national costume competition was hosted by manis. What's the matter, Lolo, do you want to participate?"

"I'd like to take part in the competition, but I don't know if I can design clothes before, so I'll ask you."

Gong Yang got up, walked over with a smile, touched Wenluo's head and said, "Lolo, you are a very talented person, but you really don't know how to design clothes."

"But you're very keen on fashion and used to like buying clothes."

"Is that so?" Wenluo stretched out his hands, looking at his hands, some confused, "then what kind of a person was I before?"

Gong Yang patted Wenluo on the shoulder and said, "Luoluo, you don't have to worry. Your memory will come back slowly."

Wenluo looked at the gentle looking Gong Yang and finally nodded.

At the venue of the national costume competition, Wenluo, with a work card and a black women's suit, was dealing with some things.

As one of the top management of manis, she was arranged to take charge of part of the competition this time.

The preliminary competition is very smooth, there is no big mistake, Wenluo watched the judges comment on the works of those designers, there is a sense of inexplicable.

That is, she can feel which clothes are poorly designed, and her opinions sometimes coincide with those of the judges.

This makes Wenluo very confused, but Gong Yang said she used to love fashion, love to buy clothes, she did not think much.

During the break, wenlow went to the bathroom to make up.

When applying lipstick, Wenluo was not careful. He shook his hand and applied it askew.

Wenluo frowned and rummaged in her bag. As a result, she didn't find the wipes to remove her makeup. She didn't even have toilet paper.

A man happened to come by, and Wenluo thought about whether he could ask her to borrow one.

Wenlow twisted his head and looked at the man.

It was a short haired woman dressed in Gothic style with clear eyebrows and red lipstick, but she didn't feel like she couldn't control it.

This person, no one else, is Changning.

After she married situ Feng and gave birth to a baby, she came back to the design world and was ready to win the first prize in this costume competition.

Wenluo looked at her and felt familiar and strangely intimate.

It seems that Changning is not a good talker, but Wenluo still smiles at her and says, "Miss, do you have a tissue? I want to borrow one."

Changning looked at Wenluo, his eyes flashed a strange color.

Why is this person so similar to Wen Shuyue?

Although the facial features are different, the voice, height, and even temperament are extremely similar.

Changning heart doubt, looked at her chest work card.

Wenlow.

Even the surname is the same.

Changning silently wrote down the name, took out a wet tissue and gave it to Wenluo.

After Wenluo mended her make-up, she was puzzled to see Changning still standing on one side.

Changning is the first to speak, "Miss, I don't know why, as soon as I see you, I feel very familiar."

Although Changning dress neutral alternative, but Wen Luo does not think Changning is les, interesting to themselves and so on.

"Maybe we met before," she said with a smile

Did you know each other before? Chang Ning was stunned and asked, "what do you mean, miss?"

Wenluo didn't want strangers to know that he was amnesia, so he said, "maybe we met before, but I didn't notice you, but you noticed me."Changning is suspicious, but Wenluo says so, she is not easy to say anything.

"Miss, you're a staff member. I'm Wenluo. I think this kind of design is quite good. At this time, Changning also came over.

After they got to know each other for a while, they exchanged their understanding of gothic punk style. However, there were many similarities between them. Chang Ning suggested that they could go to her shop after the game, and Wen Luo readily agreed.

When he came to the store, Wenluo was attracted by a long black dress at the first sight.

Chang Ning smiles and introduces it to her. "This is a design of a friend of mine. She gave it to me. This dress adopts..."

Wenluo looked at this dress, it seems to think of something, some fragmentary memory fragments appeared in her mind, she wanted to grasp, but a headache.

She didn't want to lose the chance. She tried to think about it, but she fainted on the ground.