Qin Yaying is sitting in the office, revising the design draft in front of her. She has been really busy this week. She has cut and sewed dozens of sets of clothes by herself, leaving her with only a few hours of rest in a busy day.
And Leng Muchen was also on a business trip, so no one cared about her, so she was quite happy.
Linda walked in and looked at the clothes on the mannequin, one by one, "Qin Yaying, you are really a fool. Master Leng is not here, and no one will see you doing these things! Are you trying to please?
Mr. Leng isn’t such a person to please the law, is he?”
Qin Yaying put down the needle and thread in her hand, "Linda, if you have nothing to do, don't bother me. You don't have to worry about what I want to do, let alone who I want to please."
The two of them are not in conflict with each other, isn't it good? Why should she come and ridicule her?
"You should stop pretending to be arrogant. Didn't everything you get now come from climbing into Mr. Leng's bed? Do you think that with your little skills, you, a newcomer who has not officially graduated?
Intern designer, do you also want to be on an equal footing with me?" Linda walked to the sofa and sat down. She wanted to have a good talk with Qin Yaying and let her understand her own position.
"I don't want to compete with you, nor do I want to do anything with you. No matter whether what I get now is manipulated by Master Leng from behind, I don't want to care." What Qin Yaying wants is not these, let alone the media's wantonness.
Exaggerated reports, she just wants people to like the clothes she designs.
"It turns out that you all know that Mr. Leng has already arranged the last fashion show, cocktail party, and media reports for you, so you are so happy and relaxed. You don't know how much you weigh.
"Linda sneered and walked out of the room.
Qin Yaying looked at the sets of clothes in front of her, but her heart suddenly felt empty. If it weren't for Linda's words, she was actually quite confident in herself.
Although she didn't care about those media reports, it was true that there was such a huge response after the fashion show. However, if Leng Muchen arranged everything behind his back, then what was his purpose.
Qin Yaying sat on the sofa for a long time, until it was dark and she could see nothing. She got up from the sofa and accidentally bumped into the coffee table. Her knees were instantly bruised, but she didn't feel any pain.
As soon as I returned to the office, I took my bag and walked downstairs, but on the first floor, I met Wen Heng.
"Miss Qin, it's so late and you haven't gone back yet? Do you want me to drive you?" Wen Heng took the initiative to speak. Before Mr. Leng left, he told him to pay attention to Qin Yaying, but Miss Qin Yaying has been busy in the office.
I haven't met any other men.
Qin Yaying looked at Wen Heng and was stunned for a while, "Mr. Wen, can I talk to you?"
Her initiative to speak surprised Wen Heng, "Miss Qin, if you have any questions, just give me your instructions."
The two of them arrived at the coffee shop opposite the company, "Mr. Wen, I want to ask you a question. Were those media reports about the last fashion show arranged by Mr. Leng?"
"Miss Qin, why did you suddenly ask this question?" Wen Heng was a little surprised. Not many people knew about the arrangements arranged by Mr. Leng, and Qin Yaying would not know, so who said those words in Qin Yaying's ears.
"You just need to tell me, yes or no?" Qin Yaying just wants to know an answer. If it is really Leng Muchen who arranges everything behind her, then she will choose to give up everything now.
Wen Heng did not speak, but remained silent. It was difficult for him to answer this question because he did not want to lie to Qin Yaying, nor did he want to violate Leng Muchen's arrangement.
"If you don't answer me, it means that all of this was arranged by Master Leng, right?" Qin Yaying suddenly felt desperate.
Why did Leng Muchen do this? What good would it do to him? What good would it do to her?
"Miss Qin, no, are you afraid that you have misunderstood?" Wen Heng shook his head in denial. He did not want to cause a misunderstanding between Leng Muchen and Qin Yaying because of this trivial matter.
Leng Muchen approached the media reporters before the fashion show, but this had no effect.
But no one knew about this, so why would Qin Yaying know about it? If she misunderstood Mr. Leng, then if there was any big misunderstanding between them, it would be hard for him to explain it when Mr. Leng came back.
Qin Yaying no longer believed Wen Heng's words. He hesitated and said that it was true that Leng Muchen had made an appointment with the media reporter in advance.
Maybe, in the eyes of others, this is not a big deal, but in Qin Yaying's eyes, it is a big deal.
Wen Heng wanted to say something more, but Qin Yaying had already stood up and left. Miss Qin had a very bad temper and she really left right away!
It would be better for him to call Mr. Leng quickly and say something.
Qin Yaying did not go back to the apartment, but went to a nearby bar. She sat alone at the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey. The spicy wine stimulated her stomach and was so spicy that her tears couldn't stop falling. She
It turned out that I would shed tears too.
It was salty and astringent. She ordered another glass of whiskey with ice. She couldn't understand Leng Muchen's thoughts. Did he want to keep her or not?
Fu Zijun thought he had seen it wrong. As soon as he stepped into the bar, he saw the familiar figure in front of the bar, "Yingying."
As soon as Qin Yaying turned her head, she saw Fu Zijun. They had arranged to meet but could not see each other. At this moment, they fell into each other in the bar.
"Zijun, it's you! What a coincidence, are you here alone?" Qin Yaying turned to look at him.
"Yes! I just came out for a drink. Why did you come here to drink alone? Did Leng Muchen do something to you?" Fu Zijun took the wine glass in her hand, "A glass of fruit wine."
"Yingying, this whiskey is too strong. Don't drink it. You will drink too much later." Fu Zijun placed a glass of fruit wine in front of her and drank her glass of strong wine in one gulp.
Qin Yaying smiled faintly, "Zijun, shouldn't you be with Miss Jin now? She's pregnant, shouldn't you be more careful?"
"You still remember those things, are you still blaming me?" Fu Zijun smiled bitterly, now even Jin Tianhu knows, then this child cannot be taken away.
He cannot shirk his responsibility. He has taken the responsibility, but what about Yingying? How could Yingying face Leng Muchen alone? If she was bullied by Leng Muchen, she would not do it.
People helped her and took care of her.
Something must have happened to her coming here to drink alone today? Otherwise, with Yingying's temperament, she would not easily go to the bar to drink to relieve her boredom.