Who said strong women can't be sweet girls

Chapter 21

"Boss, do you think I'm a fool in your heart? I don't have any works, and now I'm just a design assistant who hasn't even signed a labor contract, and I want to compete with those designers, or even the boss? I know you I don’t understand me, just like I don’t understand you. If I can win, I will fight. If I can’t fight, I will be convinced. Do you just want to convince me with a few words? Why.” Joe didn’t turn his head back Went to the dinner party.

Watching her leaving back, Kunqiao sat on the chair with a pile of sample clothes, only feeling that he was about to collapse.

I used to think that Joe has his own ideas. Although he is not a person who has fully entered the society, at least he is out-and-out in completing his work.

Why do you have your own ideas on this kind of thing?
Forget it, anyway, they are all people who don't work for long, and they themselves are mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, so there is no time to care about others.

So he propped himself up and took out another dress that he had prepared earlier from a corner of the fitting room.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching and the Shuangdan solar terms are very close, many people choose dresses based on the colors of these two festivals.

Red represents too many meanings in China. Kunqiao thought about it and chose to give up. This was her thought at that time.

I chose a Christmas green dress, which is from a fast-fashion brand. It is quite innovative. At first glance, apart from the playful feeling, it is also a bit attractive, a little bit charming, but not flattering.

Then after some modification by herself, it became very suitable for her temperament and figure.

I just don't know why, it was fine when I tried it on before, but the zipper on the back can't be pulled up for some reason.

Alas, what looks good is not useful, why did it lose the chain at a critical moment?

Kun Qiao sighed helplessly in the fitting room,

"It's really unlucky. I drank cold water and it stuck between my teeth. What's the matter? Didn't the zipper work fine before I tried it on? Why..." With a bang, Kunqiao fell from the fitting room. Out.

"What's going on? Are you okay...?" I don't know who passed by outside.

Kun Qiao raised his head, looked at the person who rushed in, and the two looked at each other.

"What are you doing here?" Originally very embarrassed, the zipper was not closed, and the whole back was exposed, but a man broke into the backstage fitting room.

"Isn't it because the catwalk show is over? Everyone is preparing for the dinner party. There are not enough people to clean up, so I came here to help. I didn't know that there were still people here. I thought it was some equipment down here." Qi Xi explained cautiously .

Kunjo is the least believer in coincidences.

Although she didn't have a chain of contempt for various departments and positions in the company like Yanxuan did, she still felt that it was a bit hard to explain why a man entered the backstage and was in the fitting room.

"It seems that the zipper on your back is stuck, do you need me to help you look?" Facing Qi Xi's "enthusiasm", Kunqiao felt very reluctant to respond, but it was getting late, although she didn't want to steal the limelight, but There is no way not to go, if she does not show up, she will definitely be passed on to different versions in the end, and some people will even say that she is "playing a big name".

But after thinking about it, this person is the manager of the production department, and the technology of repairing clothes must be top-notch. No matter what problems arise at this time, even if it is changing the zipper, the other party can solve the problem within 15 minutes.

Kun Qiao walked over reluctantly. The dress was a bit asymmetrical with a fishtail style, and when she walked over with her hands in her hands, it seemed somewhat swaying.

In addition, the lights in the background are not bright spotlights, but a strong sense of atmosphere.

Kun Qiao only felt as if he was approaching an important person in his life with restraint and shyness.

Qi Xi had already prepared a soft stool for her to sit on, and found a plastic stool by himself to check the zipper of the dress on the back for her.

"It's stuck. The zipper looks pretty good. It shouldn't be unsmooth." Kun Qiao could feel Qi Xi trying to gently get the fabric out of the zipper.

"There's nothing wrong with the zipper, but it's a bit big when I bought it. I changed it, and I didn't pay attention when I pulled it all at once." Kunqiao explained with his head bowed.

At this moment, she only felt that her neck was about to break. She was usually immersed in drawing or doing handicrafts, and her cervical spine was no longer as healthy as when she was studying, and she would still suffer from pain from time to time. Now that she has maintained this posture for a while, it is a bit unbearable.

"Be patient, you'll be fine soon." Qi Xi seemed to notice her discomfort, and reminded her in a low voice.

In fact, at the very second when the voice fell, I heard the thin lubricating sound of the zipper being pulled.

The sound does sound pleasant, indicating that it has been repaired.

With the resolution of this problem, she temporarily forgot the faint distrust she had towards him earlier.

"Just right, thank you." Kun Qiao was a little overjoyed, she wouldn't remake her makeup, and she could go to the banquet after putting on her coat.

"You're welcome." Qi Xi scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

When Kunjo arrived at the dinner party, she only wished she hadn't gone.

Several major clients from the province originally thought that they were not interested in the boss's "housework" at the show, but at this moment, they all seemed to have been hungry for a few days when they saw the delicious food, and their eyes Stare at the boss.

And the eyes of all of them were on the flower of wealth and wealth in the middle of the dance floor.

Young, energetic, beautiful, with the aura of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

Her beauty is ostentatious but not deliberate, and all her perverseness seems to be taken for granted.

"Your assistant, why do you like to be in the limelight so much?" Taking some snacks, Kun Qiao sat aside to enjoy the dance in the middle of the dance floor.

Yan Xuan, however, walked up to him with a goblet in his hand.

Kun Qiao looked up, Yan Xuan was wearing a dark red dress, not like the kind of girlish playful style on Kun Qiao, but a European and American style, with a tall figure, fat and thin and well-proportioned , Graceful.

Big wavy curls and golden red lips, the whole person is beautiful.

As far as the whole audience is fat and thin, Joe is indeed beautiful, but for these hard-working designers, Joe's beauty has no connotation.

"I can't help it. I'm still young. I can't think of many things at that level, and I don't want to listen to the old people. I used to say that young people want to clean up the workplace, but I didn't believe it. This time I believe it." Kun Qiao and Yan Xuan lightly touched After clinking glasses, the golden champagne in the glass entered the belly along the mouth.

"Rectify the workplace. I have been in the workplace for so long. What I have seen most is old people rectifying newcomers. If you really want to rectify the workplace, if the family conditions are good, it is better not to enter the workplace."

After seeing Joe's dance partner, Kunqiao felt even more at a loss for words.

(End of this chapter)