Ye Feifei rubbed Lu Xiangxiang's little face, smiled faintly, and seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said to Lu Xiangxiang: "Ask your father to lend me a few people."
"What does Mommy Feifei want from me?" Lu Xiangxiang looked confused.
Ye Feifei smiled meaningfully, "You will know later."
Lu Xiangxiang nodded and didn't ask any more questions, thinking that Feifei's mother must be good for them.
A week later, Tang Kexin’s jewelry design studio was ready to open.
Lu Xiangxiang and the others happened to be taking a break, so they brought a group of young people to the studio to help.
"Sister Kexin, where do you put this pot of flowers?"
"Sister Kexin, look, is this little plush cute? Do you want to put it here on your desk?"
"There's also this place... Sister Kexin, hurry up and take a look, it's also very interesting here."
Tang Kexin stood there, feeling dumbfounded when she saw that the little guys were busier than herself.
But because they were there, the studio looked lively and the atmosphere became much better.
"Ke Xin, this is the design drawing I just made." Mo Shichen brought a design drawing to show to Tang Ke Xin.
Tang Ke lowered his eyes. After a few seconds, his face was full of surprise, "It's so beautiful. Is this a wedding necklace?"
"No, this is a birthday necklace. Look at the small logo here. It can be customized. It can be specially customized according to the birthdays of different customers.
My idea... what we want to do is to have special features, so customized items are essential. I can hand-make the little things here myself." Mo Shichen explained.
Tang Kexin nodded, "Yes, handmade customization is essential."
"When is your birthday? I can make one for you first, and then you can be the spokesperson for our necklace." Mo Shichen smiled and made a piece of jewelry for his boss. He felt it was necessary.
But Tang Kexin said with a smile: "I think it's better to be a spokesperson. Yang Nuoyi is the most suitable."
Just as he was talking, Tang Kexin's cell phone rang.
When she saw it was Nie Sanrou's call, she quickly opened it and answered it.
"Sangrou, what's wrong?"
"Baby, you're red." Nie Sanrou sounded a little excited.
Tang Kexin frowned, blinked and asked, "Why am I red?"
"Haha... Now everyone on Weibo is saying that you are keeping Yang Nuoyi. Oh my god, our bestie is so awesome. She can even keep such a handsome male artist." Nie Sanrou smiled.
It was obvious that he was not helping Tang Kexin think of a solution, but seemed to be taking advantage of him.
Tang Kexin sighed helplessly, "Um...what are they talking about on Weibo?"
"You have been scolded out of the Milky Way, do you still dare to read Weibo?" Nie Sanrou asked.
When Tang Kexin heard this, she frowned slightly. She didn't expect that she would be so red.
She took a deep breath and said calmly: "I dare."
"Okay, let's take a look first. I guess Yang Nuoyi will also ask you for public relations and the endorsement deal... may be ruined." This is what Nie Sangrou is worried about.
Tang Kexin hummed, hung up the phone decisively, and read the news on Weibo.
At the moment, she and Yang Nuoyi are both on the headlines on Weibo.
It was Yang Nuoyi's fan who posted the news, saying that he had taken photos of Yang Nuoyi returning to China early and even meeting Tang Kexin alone.
Then he said that he found someone close to Yang Nuoyi and heard that he endorsed Tang Kexin almost for free.
The anti-fans have provided all kinds of evidence, including Yang Nuoyi's hidden marriage, all of which are true. (To be continued)