The short-haired girl stayed where she was. Realizing that Ouyan had signed an autograph for her, she couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly, "Ah!"
This scream attracted several scorching glances from around!
The short-haired girl hurriedly covered her mouth, but the smile in her eyes had already betrayed her. She was so happy that she endured it for a long time. After all the people around her disappeared, she stepped forward and bent down to take Ou Yan's signature with both hands.
I was so excited that I kept saying thank you.
Ouyan glanced at her and said gently, "After graduation, you can come to QY for an interview."
The short-haired girl was stunned and looked at Ouyan in disbelief. Is the idol inviting her to join QY? But how does the idol know her design level? What if the things she designs are terrible?
"The clothes you are wearing and the bag you are carrying were designed by yourself?" Ouyan could tell at a glance that they were quite creative.
The short-haired girl was even more shocked. Before she could speak, she heard Ou Yan continue, "The pen you were writing on just now has Kyoto Institute of Design printed on it. It should be stationery awarded by the school for good performance?"
The short-haired girl didn't expect her idol to be so attentive. She noticed this and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's a reward. I'm going to be a senior in college soon, and I'm going to be an intern in half a year. Can I really go to QY for an interview?"
she asked with anxiety and excitement.
"Of course, qy welcomes everyone with strength and dreams."
"That's great!!" The short-haired girl was so happy that she thanked Ouyan repeatedly, and finally said goodbye reluctantly.
Ou Yan watched her leave and raised the corners of her lips.
After a while, Ou Yan was about to go back to the company, but before he even walked out of the door, someone stepped on his foot and bumped his shoulder.
The girl who stepped on her painfully and bumped into her had a cold and arrogant face. She was dressed as a daughter of a wealthy family. Not only did she not apologize, she also took a look at Ou Yan's shoes and clothes. When she saw that there were no brand logos, her eyes immediately revealed
A hint of disdain.
She told her long-haired friend next to her, "QY's clothes don't look that good either. After looking around, none of them are worth paying for with my credit card."
"Every style here is designed by the founder Qingyan himself. I think it looks very good, just like this one, look at it." The long-haired girl picked up a V-neck dress, like a black swan, and put it on
It definitely shows off its temperament.
"It's just so so." The wealthy daughter said casually.
"Don't you apologize if you step on someone?" Ou Yan's voice immediately sounded.
The long-haired girl turned around and saw Ou Yan. She thought she had accidentally stepped on her and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, are you talking about me? There were too many people and I didn't pay attention for a moment. I'm sorry!"
Ou Yan looked at the wealthy daughter. She was wearing a dark blue sequined tube top dress, a light blue suit jacket, and a strange sapphire necklace. Her curly brown hair looked elegant and energetic.
In the field, he looks like a rich man, but he didn't expect his quality to be so poor.
"You don't have a long mouth? Do you need your friend to apologize for you?"
Hearing Ou Yan's words, the wealthy daughter raised a smile and asked politely, "Do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know." Ou Yan curled her lips coldly, "A person who steps on others and bumps into others without intending to apologize."
Ou Yan's aura is much stronger than hers. She obviously doesn't have any famous brand logos on her body, but her overall aura and face easily surpass her by several levels.
The wealthy daughter didn't want to waste time with her, so she smiled condescendingly and said, "I'm sorry, okay?"
“Didn’t anyone teach you what a sincere apology looks like growing up?”
The rich daughter didn't expect this girl to be quite difficult to deal with, so she smiled and asked, "Do you know what I'm wearing?"