Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren rubbed her forehead and smiled: "She gave the dress voluntarily. Now that it's in my hands, I can change it as I like. I don't think I made a mistake. Besides, the value of the dress after modification It has risen sharply, which is obvious to all.”

"you!"

"Since Ms. AMY gave me a fair platform and is willing to let the public judge my design... then it is not according to your personal preferences."

"..."

"Is it meaningful to show you the design drawings? By the way, you didn't say you are an amateur. What professional opinions can you see?"

AMY was obviously very angry and wanted to fight back, but Jing Jiaren hung up the phone.

She took out the design book, looked at it carefully, and took out a pencil from the pencil case to modify some details in the design drawing.

Time flies so fast when she starts working, she has no time to take care of other things...

"Girl, a woman who claims to be AMY has come to your house to look for you."

Father Jing knocked on the door, but there was no response. He walked into the room and saw that Jing Jiaren was concentrating on creating, so he had to interrupt.

Jing Jiaren has a lame eyebrow, AMY?What is she here for?

"Is this your studio?"

A sweet voice came.

AMY is wearing a Versace floral chiffon dress today, with a small Hermès bag on her arm, and she walks over swayingly.

Jing Jiaren hurriedly closed the sketchbook, and said displeasedly, "What are you doing here?"

"Let me see, are you really working hard?"

"I'm serious, please get out!"

"As your benefactor, I have the right to see if my workers are working well..."

Worker?

Jing Jiaren held back her temper and stood up. Seeing AMY looking around, she said, "This is your studio? It's really simple!"

Jing Jiaren's face was unhappy: "Can we go after reading it? I still need to work!"

"It won't take much of your time..."

AMY walked back and forth in front of Jing Jiaren, the smell of perfume wafted around, making Jing Jiaren dizzy for a while.

Father Jing asked awkwardly, "Lady, let me pour you a cup of tea."

Jing Jiaren stared at her vigilantly: "What do you want to do here?"

"I told you, I'm here to inspect the work..." AMY picked up a design book and flipped through it. "By the way, I only drink black tea, and adding three teaspoons of sugar is enough."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Please, don't let him get it wrong."

"You think my house is a black tea house? Please go out!"

"Miss Jing, I am your benefactor now, I hope you will be polite to me." AMY was dissatisfied, reminding herself of her identity.

Jing Jiaren frowned, she couldn't really throw her out...

AMY is suffocating in the room, and she's thirsty too.

Picking up her empty water glass, before she left, she thought about it, opened the drawer and put the sketchbook in.

"Everything here is very important, don't touch it. If you break it, you have to take full responsibility!"

"I said I was just here to inspect the work..."

Watching Jing Jiaren leave, AMY immediately dropped the magazine, opened the drawer Jing Jiaren had just opened, and took out the sketchbook...

He took out a diamond-encrusted mobile phone from Xiaokun's bag and turned on the camera mode.

"Dad, next time you see this woman, don't let her in." Jing Jiaren had a headache.

Papa Jing took her cup: "I thought it was your friend... I will definitely not drink it next time."