Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

There were endless cheers all around. Chen Yingxue looked at Song Yuening on the stage with wide eyes, who seemed to be glowing, and shook her head in disbelief and backed away.

"How is this possible? It's only been half an hour. How did she do it?!"

The dress worn by Song Yuening showed no trace of the trousers dress that Chen Yingxue had touched backstage just now.

It seemed to be a brand new dress, with no trace of modification at all. It fit Song Yuening so well, as if this dress had been prepared for her from birth.

The dress with a one-shoulder design is heavy-duty and elegant. She didn't know how she modified the shawl before, but now it has been lengthened into a tail.

There are dots of bright diamonds hanging on the layered tail, which makes it feel fairy-like and a little noble at the same time.

The orchid pattern crisscrossed on the skirt itself perfectly reflects the name of this skirt - An Zhidinglan.

Song Yuening has not received training in catwalks, so her steps when walking out are naturally not as good as those of the models just now. However, her temperament and the dress on her body overlap, which gives the audience a different feeling. a feeling of.

Chen Yingxue watched helplessly in the crowd as Song Yuening walked slowly to the front of the stage, then struck a casual pose, stood still and raised her chin slightly, looking down at the media in the audience.

Perhaps because this clothing exhibition was organized by herself, and the skirt she was wearing was also her most proud work, the coldness between Song Yuening's brows and eyes was replaced by pride and confidence.

She is the most eye-catching in this look.

When Chen Yingxue saw that the media around her were stunned for a short time, they quickly raised their cameras and kept filming at Song Yuening, while they kept praising her.

"That's it, that's the feeling. This designer Song is simply a genius. How on earth did she design this dress?!"

"My God, this is such a unique design style. I believe that after today, she and her clothing brand will become famous in the industry!"

Another "click" sound sounded.

The scene in the camera was fixed on the scene where Song Yuening raised her hand to brush away the broken hair on her cheek.

Because she lowered her head, her eyebrows looked much softer, and there was a slight smile on her lips, so delicate and graceful.

……

"Teacher Song, after yesterday, the popularity of our brand has been completely blown out. Now many people have contacted me and want to cooperate with us, so that their company's artists can wear the clothes you designed and shoot an issue of the magazine. .”

Song Yuening was sitting behind the desk, listening carefully to the assistant's report, and couldn't help but chuckle after hearing the words.

"Then I'm relieved. I was originally worried that the dress that I temporarily changed yesterday would have some flaws that would be seen by those people. Now it seems that the effect is pretty good."

Having said this, the assistant's eyes unconsciously revealed a bit of admiration.

"Mr. Song, I've always wanted to ask you, how did you do it yesterday? It only took half an hour to complete the transformation of a dress. It's really amazing!"

Song Yuening looked at the assistant's shining eyes, but shook her head helplessly.

"As the saying goes, if you don't push yourself, you will never know how much potential you still have. I don't want to encounter this situation again."

Because it really tested her mental endurance.

No one knows what she went through in the half hour yesterday. The sense of urgency of racing against time made her hands tremble slightly when she was modifying her clothes, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Fortunately, she finally caught up and didn't let her reputation be ruined.

In fact, Song Yuening was not without ideas when she was changing the dress yesterday.

When she was designing the pantsuit dress, she actually thought about whether to design it into a skirt style.

But considering that there were too few trouser dresses on the market now, she really wanted to take advantage of this bonus, so she thought about it and changed it again midway and designed it into that style.

It is because of this that she is so smooth when revising. Seeing that Song Yuening did not want to mention this matter, the assistant was considerate and did not ask further.

After briefly reporting some things to Song Yuening, he left the apartment.

After the assistant left, Song Yuening took out her mobile phone, found Lu Songran's phone number from her small address book, and dialed it directly.

"At this time, he shouldn't be sleeping, right?"

Song Yuening thought of Lu Songran's work and rest schedule, which was like an elderly person's health regimen, and couldn't help but want to complain.

When they were in the Taoist temple on the mountain, she and Song Nian'an were often talked about by Lu Songran because of their habit of staying up late occasionally.

At that time, both her mother and daughter felt that Lu Songran's indifferent face and nagging manner were a bit annoying, but they didn't realize until they came down the mountain how difficult it was for someone to care.

While waiting for the call to be connected, Song Yuening's mind suddenly flashed back to the scenes of her life in the Taoist Temple in the past five years, and the memories she recalled after coming to City A were intertwined and overlapped, making her feel a little uncomfortable. The illusion of reality.

"What kind of life should I live..."

When Song Yuening said this, the phone happened to be connected, and Lu Songran on the other end of the phone happened to hear Song Yuening's words.

His face, which had always been emotionless, suddenly had a different kind of emotion.

"Have you recovered your previous memories?"

Lu Songran suddenly spoke, which startled Song Yuening.

She raised her hand and patted her chest, complaining softly.

"Lu Songran, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you remind me before you spoke? You scared me."

Lu Songran on the other side of the phone didn't speak, but Song Yuening couldn't help laughing.

You don't need to think about it to know that Lu Songran must be very speechless towards her now.

Thinking of this, Song Yuening sighed with regret.

"It's a pity that I didn't make a video call to you, otherwise I would have seen how wonderful the expression on your face is now."

Lu Songran was a little speechless at what she said, but thinking that Song Yuening would definitely not call him for no reason, after a few seconds of silence, he changed the topic.

"What did you want to say to me?"

After being reminded like this, Song Yuening finally remembered the purpose of her call to Lu Songran.

She enthusiastically repeated to Lu Songran what her assistant had just reported to her in a concise and concise manner, and then asked in a show-off tone.

"How is it? Isn't it great?"

Perhaps it was because the first person she saw when she opened her eyes after losing her memory was Lu Songran, so she had some kind of fledgling plot.

Every time I encounter something difficult to decide, or something happy, I want to tell him immediately.

This time is of course no exception.

Lu Songran heard the pride in her tone, and the corners of her lips curled up imperceptibly, but her tone was not much different from before.

"As expected of you."