Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

The assistant did not dwell on this issue with Song Yuening. After replying, "So that's how it is," he reported the work to Song Yuening seriously.

"That's right, Teacher Song. Because of your current popularity and the new works that came out some time ago, many brands want to cooperate with you."

"The conditions they offered are not bad, and I have read the contract. There are no big problems. The only thing is that they require that you must be present at the clothing conference in person."

In person?

Song Yuening thought for a while, felt that there was no problem, and immediately agreed.

"I can be there, any other questions?"

……

Mr. Xie, President's Office.

Xie Mingyuan looked at the documents placed in front of him by his secretary and put the pen aside.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

"I need to be there personally for such a trivial matter. What's the use of me raising people like you?"

The tone was obviously very calm, but the assistant swallowed subconsciously.

Ever since Song Yuening's plane accident, Xie Mingyuan seemed to be a changed person.

If Xie Mingyuan gave others the impression of being cold and dignified before, now he is indifferent to emotions and anger, making people subconsciously afraid.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xie. Originally, you didn't need to be present at an event like this in person, but this time it was because NX invited Ms. Song, the designer of the Chinese style series, to show their attention and facilitate subsequent publicity, so we decided to Your presence is required.”

Seeing that Xie Mingyuan didn't speak, the secretary complained in his heart.

How did he encounter this kind of drudgery?

Originally, it was his assistant who came to report to Xie Mingyuan today, but the other party didn't know if he was deliberately avoiding the work, so he actually asked for leave today.

So the task of coming to Xie Mingyuan to confirm the itinerary naturally fell on him.

If possible, he didn't want to come to Xie Mingyuan's presence and suffer the cold air!

However, NX is the largest brand under the Xie Group, and this event made Xie even more nervous. If he did not come to report, any subsequent problems would be his own responsibility.

"Mr. Xie, if you really don't have time and it's inconvenient, then I will go and communicate with NX..."

Seeing Xie Mingyuan lowering his eyes and saying nothing, the secretary gritted his teeth. He was interrupted by Xie Mingyuan in the middle of his words.

"Tell them I'll be there."

After all, he is the CEO of Xie's company. It is really unreasonable for him to not be present at such a big event of his company.

He didn't have anything else to do that day, so it wasn't a big deal to show his face.

Xie Mingyuan's brief words made the secretary feel relieved. He nodded quickly and said hello, then reported the remaining work as fast as he could and left the office.

When calm returned to the office, Xie Mingyuan's mind reappeared in Xie Mingyuan's mind about what happened at the playground that day.

Song Yuening's vigilant expression seemed to be deeply engraved in his mind, making him unable to forget it no matter what. He didn't believe what the woman said, but her strange attitude made Xie Mingyuan understand that the other party really didn't know him or Xie Zitao.

Xie Mingyuan closed his eyes and murmured silently.

"Are there really such similar people in this world..."

……

The scene of the event.

In the crowded venue, many reporters carrying professional equipment squeezed through the crowd, trying to occupy the front row position so that they could take pictures of the legendary genius designer.

You must know that there has not been such a talented designer in this circle for a long time.

Every new piece of clothing she designs breaks people's fixed frame of designers and makes everyone marvel. It turns out that there are designers who don't stick to their original design styles and are so changeable that people doubt them. Whether the designer of the clothes is really the same person.

"Hey, have you heard about it? I heard that the designer Ms. Song will appear today. I really don't know what this talented designer looks like. She has been popular for so long, but no one knows who she is. What does it look like, do you think it’s magical or not?”

"What's so magical about this? I'm a designer. Why do you care so much about what I look like? As long as I have inspiration, I can design good clothes. Isn't it enough? Those hands are my bread and butter, not my face. !”

Song Yuening held Song Nian'an's hand and walked past those who were talking about her. She laughed for a while and felt helpless at the same time.

These people always look like this, always full of curiosity about the appearance of a person whose appearance is not disclosed.

On the message board of her personal homepage, many people left messages below, hoping that she would show up soon.

Although Song Nian'an was young, he was very smart. Knowing that the person these people were discussing was Song Yuening, he was suddenly excited.

"Mom, you are so awesome. So many people are talking about you. Will they give you applause when we go on stage later?"

Song Yuening was invited to participate in the event. She could have entered the backstage directly through the private passage, but she wanted to experience the atmosphere of the event in person, so she came directly to the lobby.

When she heard Song Nian'an's voice, her first reaction was to raise her finger to her lips and say "shhh".

"Good An'an, there are so many people here, how about we not talk about this matter for now? Mom will talk to you slowly later."

Song Nian'an also realized something and quickly covered her mouth and nodded obediently. The ponytail tied on the back of her head followed her movements little by little, becoming particularly cute.

Time passed by, and when the host stood on the stage, the atmosphere in the audience suddenly became extremely active.

But the first ones to speak were not the reporters carrying cameras and microphones, but a group of ladies with outstanding temperament and beautiful appearance.

They are all wearing particularly eye-catching cheongsams. The designs of cheongsams are different from those old-fashioned ones on the market today. Each set of cheongsams outlines the better body curves of women and highlights their perfect figures. .

"We came to the event because we heard that Designer Song will be here today. Where is she now? Has she arrived already? Can you invite her to the stage for us to meet? We are really curious about what it is like. Only a woman can design clothes like this, she is a genius!”

"Yes! Do you have a live Q&A session? Could you please help me ask Designer Song if she has any idea of ​​becoming a personal designer? If she is willing, I can offer her a salary three times higher than the market price!"

There were endless questions like this, and the host seemed to answer them with ease, but in fact, he was secretly worried about himself.

I really don’t know who this Designer Song is that can make these people so crazy. If a real person appears later, will he still be able to control the situation? (End of chapter)