Chapter 1852

Zhuang Qintong smiles at his words.

Then I took a look at the female assistant who was following me. The female assistant came forward, took out their dresses from Lv's limited suitcase, and carefully hung them on the hanger beside me.

Luxury to the ultimate black dress, hand inlaid jewelry and jade, spread from the chest to the skirt, just like the black night set off the stars in the sky, gorgeous and incomparable.

If you wear it on your body, you can imagine that you will look down on all living beings like a queen.

And such a cool style of dress, very in line with Mrs. Holman's temperament.

Zhuang Qintong looked at the direction of the staff casually. When the other side understood, he immediately took the lead in exclaiming, "Wow, it's too beautiful!"

After this sound, it's easy to have an echo.

So soon, the dressing room was full of exclamations.

"It's too beautiful to breathe!"

"My eyes are going to be blinded. What kind of fairy design is it!"

"It's worthy of being one of the most outstanding young Chinese female designers at home and abroad. I can imagine that Mrs. Holman will wear this one to crush everyone tonight!"

……

The staff nodded frequently, gathered together and whispered, very optimistic.

Zhuang Qintong is very satisfied with the result.

She stood beside her modestly and elegantly, with red lips, and a light complacency in her beautiful eyes.

Mrs. Holman nodded a little too, with a look of satisfaction.

The occasion tonight is very important to her.

For the choice of dress, she wants to wear what she likes.

Because the order involved two designers, Mrs. Holman chose to have them compare the manuscripts.

In the limited time, on the day of the international event, the two brought the design to Mrs. Holman. According to the comparison, she would choose her own design and directly change it to attend the event.

Now it seems that the design of Zhuang Qintong is not disappointing.

With so much praise and praise, Mrs. Holman is already inclined to choose her design.

When Susan saw this, she hurriedly reminded her, "Mrs. Holman, you haven't seen our..."

Mrs. Holman sniffed and nodded coldly, "show your design, Miss Hao!"

Hao Yan smiles, "OK!"

Compared with Zhuang Qintong's dress, it has been the first one to win the public's favor. She looks calm and bends down calmly, takes the big bag in her arms apart, carries out the clothes hanging inside, and then reveals the cheongsam inside.

She also hung the cheongsam on the hanger.

Black purple cheongsam, crescent sleeve style, hand-made knitting collar, oblique Lapel extending to the right side of the skirt at every buckle, are sewn with a round pearl, noble and elegant.

The overall design of cheongsam is simple and generous, but there is nothing special about it. Only the pattern and color of the skirt are Phoenix, feather and chrysanthemum. The petals are bent inward, like the Phoenix dancing slowly.

Phoenix Zhenyu chrysanthemum, the king of chrysanthemum, is very eye-catching.

Even so, it is just a seemingly ordinary cheongsam, which is inferior to Zhuang Qintong's luxurious black evening dress.

In particular, the two dresses hang side by side, which is really standing high.

The others in the dressing room are already shaking their heads.

Not only the others, but Susan's face was also anxious.

The design was handed over to Hao Yan by Mrs. he himself. During the process of comparison, the two were once in a cloud of anxiety. Later, Hao Yan said that she had a direction and had a plan in mind. There were other things in Susan's studio that she didn't follow up.

Susan hasn't seen her design before today.

At this time, his eyes flied over cheongsam, and his heart beat a drum, thinking that Hao Yan was defeated this time.

Hao Yan's face remained unchanged, and her eyebrows and eyes were quiet and calm.

"It's over, she lost!"

"No comparison at all. Mrs. Holman must have chosen Miss Zhuang's design!"

"There is no suspense compared with the manuscript. Miss Zhuang's dress won by no accident..."

……

In such a voice, Mrs. Holman suddenly went straight to the hanger.

Her eyes were fixed on the cheongsam, and the light was shining inside.

Mrs. Holman looked at the cheongsam with eyes almost obsessed, and her voice trembled, "this cheongsam..."

People don't know why.

Hao Yan smiles. She takes a picture out of her bag.

The photos have been retouched for some years, and above are the photos taken by Holman and his wife when they were young more than ten years ago.

Holman was wearing a British tuxedo, and Mrs Holman was wearing a purple cheongsam.

Hao Yan said slowly, "Mrs. Holman, I know that you and your husband have a very deep relationship. I appreciate and yearn for the relationship between them very much. I also heard a lot of love stories between you. I accidentally got this picture and learned that Mr. Holman likes the way you wear cheongsam most..."

These are all what Mrs. Holman's assistant told her.

Qin Huainian helped to get in touch with Mrs. Holman's assistant. From the other side, she got a lot of useful information.

Including this picture, which was also given to her by the other side.

Mrs. Holman took the picture and nodded. Her eyes became distant because she fell into memories.

, as like as two peas in the cold, the soft and soft colors of her brow, "I am wearing such a purple purple cheongsam on the first meeting of Holman and Y in the country. He is like a phoenix feather fan. He loves me at first sight. He invited me to dance. He said my dancing is as wonderful as the Phoenix on the cheongsam! "

Ten years of life and death.

Mrs. Holman and her husband have a deep relationship, which hasn't changed for so many years.

She recalled the little things between them countless times. She missed the first time she met, but the cheongsam had not been found.

Mrs. Holman looked at the cheongsam in front of her and was very excited for a while.

The cheongsam and photos designed by Hao Yan are highly reductive, but if you look carefully, there are many amazing ideas.

Mrs. Holman's unusual performance made people's eyes gather on the cheongsam again.

Some staff members who know this very well were surprised.

"It's the texture of silk!"

"The Phoenix Zhenyu chrysanthemum on it adopts the combination of hand painting and embroidery!"

It's different from ordinary silk. It's rare to see it on the market. The cheongsam made of it is very precious.

The flower pattern complements each other by hand drawing and embroidery. After the hand flicks gently, there is gorgeous light flickering under the light, gentle as waves, making people unable to open their eyes.

When Mrs. Holman saw the details, she nodded with emotion, "Miss Hao, you're ready!"

Hao Yan's smile is clear and confident.