Jing Jiaren rubbed her forehead and smiled: "She gave the dress voluntarily. Now that it's in my hands, I can change it as I want. I don't think I did anything wrong. Besides, the value of the dress after modification is
It has risen sharply, and this is something that everyone can see.”
"you!"
"Since Miss AMY has given me a fair platform and is willing to let the public judge my design... then it is not based on your personal preferences."
"..."
"Does it make sense to show you the design drawings? By the way, you said you're an amateur, what kind of professional advice can you give me?"
AMY was obviously very angry and wanted to talk back, so Jing Jiaren hung up the phone.
She took out the design notebook, looked at it carefully, and took out the pencil from the pencil box to modify some detailed places in the design drawing.
Time flies so fast when she is working, leaving her no time to think about anything else...
"Beauty, a woman who calls herself AMY comes to your house to see you."
Jing's father knocked on the door, but there was no response. He walked into the room and saw Jing Jiaren concentrating on her creation, so he had to interrupt.
Jing Jiaren has a bad eyebrow, AMY? What is she doing here?
"Is this your studio?"
A cooing voice came.
AMY was wearing a Versace floral chiffon skirt today, with a Hermès mini bag hooked on her arm, and she walked over swayingly.
Jing Jiaren hurriedly closed the sketchbook and said displeased: "What are you doing here?"
"Let me see if you are really working hard?"
"I'm serious, please get out!"
"As your sponsor, I have the right to come and see if my workers are working well..."
Worker?
Jing Jiaren endured her temper and stood up. She saw AMY looking around and said, "Is this your studio? It's really simple!"
Jing Jiaren looked unhappy: "You can leave after reading this? I still need to work!"
"It won't take up much of your time..."
AMY walked back and forth in front of Jing Jiaren, the smell of perfume wafting around, making Jing Jiaren feel dizzy.
Jing's father asked awkwardly: "Beautiful lady, let me go and get you a cup of tea."
Jing Jiaren stared at her warily: "What exactly do you want to do here?"
"I told you to come and inspect the work..." AMY casually picked up a design book and flipped through it, "By the way, I only drink black tea with three spoons of sugar."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"Please, don't let him get it wrong."
"You think my house is a black tea shop? Please get out!"
"Miss Jing, I am your sponsor now, I hope you will be polite to me." AMY was dissatisfied and reminded her of her identity.
Jing Jiaren frowned, he couldn't really kick her out...
AMY felt suffocated in the same room, and she was also thirsty.
Picking up her empty water glass, she thought for a moment before leaving, opened the drawer and put the sketchbook in it.
"Everything I have here is very important. Don't touch it. If it gets damaged, you will be fully responsible for it!"
"I said I was just here to inspect the work..."
AMY watched Jing Jiaren leave, immediately dropped the magazine, opened the drawer Jing Jiaren had just opened, and took out the sketchbook...
Xiaokun took out a diamond-encrusted mobile phone from his bag and turned on the camera mode.
"Dad, next time you see this woman, don't let her in." Jing Jiaren said with a headache on her face.
Jing's father took the cup from her: "I thought he was your friend... I will definitely not open it next time."