A few minutes later, a piece of fine burgundy fabric, a ruler, some paint powder, needle and thread, pins, etc. were placed on the conference table. Everyone looked at Ye Xinya with the attitude of watching a good show.
"What's the size of the model?" The equipment here is so complete, there should be ready-made models.
"Use your own size!" An Yichen looked at her coldly.
Her confidence and arrogance made him feel uncomfortable. Those strong expressions seemed like they should not belong to her at all.
Your own size? That’s easy to say.
Hiss - In front of everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Xinya tore the fabric apart with her hands, without using scissors or paint...
The lines cut with scissors are too hard, but the lines cut by hand are softer and more natural. You can just remove the rough edges afterwards.
When she was studying design, Ye Xinya didn't have much money at her disposal, so she didn't have many tools, not even the most basic sewing machine. Therefore, every piece of clothing she made was cut and sewn by herself.
Thirty minutes later, a burgundy dress appeared proudly in everyone's sight.
Ye Xinya walked into the changing room and motioned for the girl with big glasses to come in and help.
An Yichen looked around at everyone with gloomy eyes.
"From now on, Miss Qiangwei will be responsible for all matters in the design department. Anyone who dissatisfied can leave Anshi at any time!" The cold tone made it clear that he wanted to protect his shortcomings.
No one dares to question the Great Demon King's orders.
Five minutes later, Ye Xinya returned to everyone's sight again.
Her long hair was loosely pulled up by a fresh lily, and her burgundy dress set off her beauty to the extreme.
Soft, confident, gentle, yet eye-catching!
There is no pretense, she looks independent, but she has a charm that makes people want to get close to her. She is extremely pure, but also attracts people's hearts.
An Yichen watched quietly, breathing faster.
Yes, that's the feeling. Two years ago, when I saw her at the Milan International Fashion Show, I had this strong sense of familiarity. This kind of Ye Xinya overlapped with the vague figure deep in his heart.
, stimulating the large blank space in his mind.
"Come out with me!" An Yi pointed at Ye Xinya and strode out.
Six years ago, he woke up from the hospital. He forgot who he was and what his past was, but he only remembered that a woman had appeared in his life.
He couldn't remember who it was, but for six years, this figure had always been there.
In the silent corridor, An Yichen suddenly turned around, and Ye Xinya, who was in a daze, almost bumped into his arms.
Damn, can this man be more normal?
"Who are you?" An Yichen asked coldly.
"Ang?" Ye Xinya was confused by his question.
"Have we... met before?" He stared at Ye Xinya with cold eyes.
"You haven't seen it before, don't you know?" Ye Xinya smiled charmingly.
"So, we have met before?" The tone was affirmative and resounding.
"Yes, I have seen you anyway." Ye Xinya approached him ambiguously, "In my dream, I once dreamed of Mr. An. Could it be that Mr. An also dreamed of me?"
The hot air from his mouth sprayed warmly on An Yichen's face, and An Yichen subconsciously took a step back.
Ye Xinya smiled proudly, "Mr. An, since I promised to help you, I will definitely help you to the end, so you don't have to deliberately try to get close to me. I won't do this."
"You..." An Yichen looked at her proud face and punched her in the face. She was too arrogant.
"Thank you, Mr. An, for your help. I will continue to report the development status of LU to you in the future. Now please move to the president's office and handle the documents with peace of mind."