Two days later, when Luo Yan was worried about the content of the competition and the compensation for Rong He's clothes, the competition organizing committee sent custom-made fabrics for the competition. The fabrics were divided into three colors, noble and elegant white.
, mysterious and calm black, and luxurious and exquisite royal blue.
Luo Yan knew that a high-end custom-made garment had to go through more than a dozen procedures, including design drawings, fabric selection, body measurement, pattern making, cutting, sewing, fitting, modification, and finished product. Once a piece of clothing was made, at least
It will also take nearly three months.
But now, with the fabric in hand, there are only three days left before the competition.
When choosing fabrics, Qin Aili first chose the mysterious black. The best color is the most suitable for driving and not easy to make mistakes. Black can also reduce a lot of mistakes, while another contestant chose a color that stands out.
Royal blue, and when the last piece of fabric was left, only elegant white was left.
Luo Yan looked at the heavy fabric in her hand. What she was thinking more about was that Rong He's dress was also white, and the fabrics between the two were very similar. If this piece of fabric was used to make a dress, it would be perfect.
But that's it.
Next, the competition organizing committee also gave them relevant personal information about Rong Junlie, such as his height, leg length, and some of his living habits that are unknown to the outside world.
"If you wear a white suit that looks ugly, you will look like a country bumpkin. Luo Yan, do you have the confidence to compete with us?"
Qin Aili walked up to her and sneered arrogantly. Luo Yan frowned, turned around and returned to her room while holding the fabric packaging bag without saying a word.
The mobile phone was left in the room, and a strange message came through. Luo Yan opened it and saw that it was sent to her by An Ling.
"Come downstairs after seeing the message. There is a black Bentley in the parking lot. The license plate number is 8888. You can just get in, An Ling!"
Luo Yan felt strange. She looked at the time and saw that it was already a little late. She called An Ling's phone back, only to find that An Ling's phone had been turned off.
Although she didn't know what An Ling wanted to do with her, Luo Yan decided to go and have a look. As the competition was approaching, there was no need for her to offend this big shot at this time.
After quietly arriving at the parking lot, sure enough, a Bentley car exuding a distinguished atmosphere was parked in a dark corner.
As soon as she walked in, she looked at the car door and saw An Ling sitting in the car, "Get in!"
"Oh...Miss An, where are we going?"
An Ling glanced at her up and down and said softly, "The big shot from last time wants to see you!"
"What?" When Luo Yan heard this, she tightened her hands in shock and dug her nails deeply into her palms.
Soon, the car left the parking lot. Suddenly, An Ling handed over a blindfold and said, "Put this on..."
"Why?" Luo Yan put on the blindfold obediently, and her eyesight went dark. She immediately took it off again and looked at her in panic, "Miss An, can I not see him?"
"Are you afraid of him?" An Ling's shrewd eyes scanned her face, and he chuckled, as if he was mocking her deliberately.
"I...I didn't..."
"Then put it on for me. The quota for the competition will be decided in three days. Tonight, you need to stay with me for one more night..."
An Ling took the blindfold from her hand that she had been reluctant to put on, and used a strong force to directly cover her smart and panic-filled eyes, and whispered in her ear, "Luo Yan, he has feelings for you."