CEN tired and loose voice sounded, he came in slowly, always lazy fox eyes, filled with a little cold, voice line cold thin, "grandma Fu, listen to things you don't have to worry about, I'll do something good."

CEN was smart since he was a child. Mrs. Fu sent him abroad for further study for several years. Although he didn't know what Cen was doing outside, she knew that Cen was capable.

She will look at Cen tired, do not know how to say, faint sigh, "that It's up to you. "

She was just old-fashioned and used to think about the overall situation. She didn't mean to force anyone away. She would calm down. In fact, she had a little regret in her heart.

After all, I'm old, and I don't understand what young people think.

But the old man is used to it. He can't save face. He can only leave with a sigh.

*

at the same time.

Jiang Yan walks out of LAN Yaqin's room and just sees Fu's back drawing Fu listen away.

She thought she was wrong and ran up to see it. As soon as she went out of the house, Fu Fu's hearing was no longer visible.

"It's strange. How could Fu Ting come here?" Jiang Yan murmured softly, and felt that he was wrong and didn't tangle.

She turned back and accidentally kicked a white canvas bag under her feet. The zipper was open, revealing a piece of A4 paper.

Jiang Yan pulled it out and opened it. There was a sketch of fashion design. There was only a rough model. However, we could see that the designer perfectly combined the ancient style with the modern style, forming a very amazing sense of seeing.

Jiang Yan heart a jump, subconsciously clenched the fingertip.

Where did the design come from?

"Yan Yan, what are you doing there?" Mrs. Fu was originally chasing out to see if Fu had gone far away. As a result, she saw Jiang Yan stupidly standing there, holding something in her hand.

As soon as Mrs. Fu walked forward, she looked down and saw the sketch in her hand. Suddenly, she grabbed it. Her eyes were full of amazing light. "Did you draw it?"

Jiang Yan's eyelids jumped lightly and opened his mouth, "I..."

"This design is good, this design is wonderful!"

Mrs. Fu was full of praise. Looking at Jiang Yan's eyes, she patted Jiang Yan on the back of her hand. "I believe that the picture you drew in the morning was the fault of business trip, grandma's fault, and misunderstood you. You really brightened my eyes this time."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a long time, hesitated and tangled in his heart. Finally, in the surprised eyes of old lady Fu, she bent her lips and laughed, "thank you, grandma."

"You send this design to your third brother and ask him to speed up the exhibition. I can't wait to see the finished product."

Mrs. Fu's eyes are very poisonous. You can see at a glance that this design is very good. It can be said to be very amazing. If it is launched, it will be red and purple.

*

after Mrs. Fu entered the house, Jiang Yan picked up the canvas bag on the ground, walked to the nearby pool and threw it directly into it.

She knows it's shameless to steal other people's designs, but she has no way out. Now she can only try to avoid rollover.

Jiang Yan is very smart, took a picture and sent it to Fu Qingji: third brother, can you help me change this design drawing?

She waited for a few minutes, Fu Qingji called directly. The man's voice was the same as his name. The wind was blowing and the moon was tender. "Yan Yan, did you draw the design drawings you sent me?"

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