The rough man from the countryside dotes on him silently, but his beloved wife is reborn and strives

"Thank you, I can get up by myself!" Liu Fangfang struggled to stand up, then raised her head and stretched out her hand, "Hello Ou Xinsheng, I am the designer fang. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Can I say a few words to you? Wu Minutes are enough.”

Owen originally supported him just out of politeness, but the moment he saw Liu Fangfang raise her head, he froze on the spot as if he had been shocked, not knowing what to do next.

After Liu Fangfang stood up, she looked at the man who was looking straight at her and frowned a little unhappily, but now that she had someone to ask for, she couldn't get angry yet, so she could only cough lightly to remind Owen to give a reaction.

He came back to his senses when he heard Liu Fangfang cough slightly, and looked at Liu Fangfang with focused eyes, but he had already forgotten what she just said.

Liu Fangfang quickly repeated her request.

"Of course, please come in for the beautiful lady to have an interview!" Owen quickly made a gentlemanly invitation, inviting the person to the office, and at the same time asked his secretary to pour coffee.

Liu Fangfang followed in, and the first thing she saw was Siora sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a look of disgust and naked provocation in her eyes.

"Hello, Miss Siora!" Liu Fangfang greeted generously, making Owen, who was walking in front, turn his head.

"You two know each other?"

The question was asked by Siora, his chief designer.

"More than just acquaintance, we are quite familiar!" Siora replied in Chinese.

Liu Fangfang also said, "Yes, I also know Miss Siora's design style quite well!"

As soon as Suehua explained what familiarity meant, the two of them talked about the design aspect, so they didn't understand each other very well.

"Sit down, sit down and speak slowly!"

Owen sat opposite Siora, and pointed to the sofa opposite to get Liu Fangfang to sit on in a very gentlemanly manner.

Under Siora's malicious gaze, Liu Fangfang sat gracefully and gracefully across from the two of them, just as the secretary came in after arriving for coffee.

"Thank you!" After saying thank you, Liu Fangfang took a sip of coffee, put down the quilt, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Ou, I know that your purpose this time is for the loom, but I also want this loom. If I don't say anything secretly, can you make a condition? Just give me three looms. As long as I I can’t take any more abilities, so you can do whatever you want as long as I can do it!”

Liu Fangfang knew that three stations, no more and no less, were within their acceptable range, but it depended on what the conditions were.

Before Owen opened his mouth to make a condition or refuse, Siora spoke up. She said in a disdainful tone, "Miss Liu, what conditions can you offer in exchange for these three looms? After all, who's turn is it?" You can’t compare to Ou Shi, right?”

Liu Fangfang ignored it and just waited quietly for Owen's next step. Regarding this condition, she wanted to discuss it with Owen, and no one else could make the decision. If her information was correct, Siora was only a familiar designer of Ou's, not a Owen's girlfriend can't do this at all.

Seeing that Liu Fangfang ignored her and looked at Owen, Siora became furious. She put down the coffee cup in her hand and said in a bad tone, "I tell you, that game doesn't count. I was I lost to you because I was not feeling well. Don’t think that I will maintain my identity after winning that time. In the end, you are just a careful person. I started designing clothes before you even dreamed!”

Siora's Chinese was really poor and the speaker couldn't understand it, but her vicious expression still made Liu Fangfang feel malicious.

But she glanced at the furious Siora casually and said, "If you lose, you lose. If you lose, making excuses is the real failure!"

"If you're not afraid, just compete with me to see who is the winner!"

Liu Fangfang couldn't listen any more, so she spoke in fluent English, "Ms. Siora, you can speak in English, I understand you, but I really can't understand you in Chinese!"

Her purpose was indeed to anger Siora, but the English was not intentional. She really found it too difficult to communicate. But Siora was furious and wanted to compete with Liu Fangfang no matter what. Under Liu Fangfang's deliberate guidance, it finally turned into a design jam between the two.

Owen had no choice but to become a temporary judge.

He didn't talk about anything and just let the two of them have such a quarrel. He also had his own plans, so he played a very simple but difficult to complete game.

That is, two people complete the production of a piece of clothing without the need for needlework and scissors.

Of course, it is up to him to judge whether the clothes are good or bad.

There are no other requirements. The two of them can freely express themselves, from the style to the fabric.

This seems very simple, but the difficulty lies in the fact that it cannot be cut or sewn.

However, looking at Siora's confident victory, this question was obviously meant to embarrass Liu Fangfang.

At the last minute, where could she find such good fabric? She made a request, "Mr. Owen, my friends are outside and must be worried about whether I can let them come in and wait for me?"

"Of course, go and call Miss Liu's friends in!"

Liu Fangfang quickly said, "Three!"

The secretary quickly called in the three people who were worried about him outside.

As soon as the three people came in, they asked how Liu Fangfang was doing and whether she was injured or anything.

"Stop talking, give me all your four pounds first!" Liu Fangfang ran out of time. Seeing that Siora had almost finished her design, she took away the silk scarves from the three people's necks without saying anything. Plus her own, it's enough for her to use.

Under Owen's heart-warming gaze, Liu Fangfang used elements of Chinese knots and four silk scarves to complete a floating Chinese-style dress. It had both splicing and solitary style, and was firmly inlaid with each other without the need for needlework. At the same time, the unique style made Irving shine.

Siora's work was a bit unsatisfying. Irving immediately clapped his hands and applauded, stepping forward, "There is no doubt that Ms. Liu's design talent is wonderful."

Siora was not convinced, "Owen, you haven't even seen my design yet."

Owen's voice became serious, "As a familiar designer of Ou's, if you can't do this, then don't stay in O's. We have something serious to talk about today, so you go out first!"

People who can talk well in normal times, Siora didn't dare to be presumptuous after her change of attitude.

He stomped his feet and walked out. When he passed by Liu Fangfang, he gave her a vicious look.

Liu Fangfang didn't care about this. It was so irritating to look at someone at such an age that she didn't even want to look at it.

After people went out, Owen said, "You said you wanted me to make some conditions just now, right?"

"Yes, as long as I can do it, it's fine. I want three machines!" Liu Fangfang said simply.

"Okay, my condition is that you give me three design drafts every month. Of course, the money will be calculated separately, but the title of the book must be tied to Ou! Is that okay?"