"I'm sorry, 'Yiyi'," Lu Yanxi looked down at her skirt. This was the first skirt she bought with her own money, so she named it specially.
Lifting up the hem of the skirt, I endured the heartache and cut a slit, then pulled off a strip along the grain of the fabric.
Originally, Qian Feifei thought it wouldn't be difficult for her to just make a bow or something to block the broken area.
As a result, the plain black cloth turned into a blooming camellia in Lu Yanxi's hands.
The layers are very three-dimensional, just like a real flower. Even Qian Feifei couldn't help but be amazed.
Lu Yanxi handed this one to Zhang Ruoruo and prepared to make two smaller ones.
"Wow, you're so beautiful. Yan Xi, you're so awesome."
Zhang Ruoruo carefully held the flowers in his hands, as if he was holding a cherished work of art.
Sure enough, all arts are connected, and her skills are so skillful.
Soon Lu Yanxi made another slightly smaller one and a budding flower bone. The two were connected together and compared with the one just now.
"Okay, it's time to sew it on."
Lu Yanxi walked to Qian Feifei's side with needle and thread, but didn't move for a long time.
"Don't you want to sew? You should start." Qian Feifei blinked and said.
"Miss Qian, please stand up. Do you want me, a pregnant woman, to squat down and sew clothes for you?"
She was so rude, Lu Yanxi really wanted to kick her away.
Qian Feifei glanced at her, and to save her face, she stood up slowly and said, "Be careful, don't prick me."
Lu Yanxi didn't answer and placed the flowers where her skirt was torn.
Just as she raised her hand to put on the first needle, Qian Feifei suddenly exclaimed, "I remembered! You are Gu Siyu's niece!"
Lu Yanxi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I have such a sense of presence. Miss Qian can still remember me after so long."
"Forget it, I don't need you to sew. Lily, you should do it."
Qian Feifei suddenly felt like a fish on the chopping board. What if she deliberately gave herself a shot just to vent her anger on Gu Siyu...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, and my face changed.
"Don't move," Lu Yanxi pulled the thread and raised his lips dangerously, "Ms. Qian, don't worry, my hand is steady. It will be fine soon."
Lu Yanxi did not let go, and the assistant did not rush to get started. It was better to do less than to do more. With her ability as a female worker, she was really afraid of losing her job.
Since she knew who Lu Yanxi was, Qian Feifei stopped urging her to move faster and just stood there without daring to move.
Ten minutes seemed as long as an hour. Finally, Lu Yanxi picked up the scissors and cut off the thread.
"Okay," the assistant named Qian Feifei took a mirror and put it behind her back, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Qian Feifei turned sideways and took a look in the mirror behind her.
The skirt she is wearing is slim-fitting, with a tube top and a long tail. The flowers complement the retro style and add a bit of smart beauty.
As long as you have normal eyes, you will feel better than before.
"It's okay." Even Qian Feifei couldn't find anything wrong with her.
Lu Yanxi patted the thread that fell on his body, "Then, do you still need me to compensate?"
After this dress was altered like this by her, it can be said that its value has only gone up but not down. If Qian Feifei wants her to pay for it, it will make people in this room think that she has no role to play and no money to spend.
Already.
"no need!"
"Then I don't care if you want to pay for the craftsmanship," Lu Yanxi lowered his head and touched the hem of his skirt, "But I sacrificed this skirt for you. I'll trouble you to reimburse it later."
"Isn't it just a skirt?" Qian Feifei glanced disdainfully, "Lily, transfer the money to her."
"Sister Feifei, it's your turn to walk on the red carpet soon. I'll take you there." Zhang Ruoruo quickly brought up the business.
After finally inviting Qian Feifei out at the originally planned time, Su Rulan let out a long sigh of relief.
"Why do you think you put so much effort into making it so exquisite for her? Is she worthy of it?"
Lu Yanxi looked at Qian Feifei's back and shook her head. Although she didn't deserve it, she couldn't ruin her reputation. "Actually, she is quite worthy. After all, she looks like a flower."