God-sent daughter cold wife

Chapter 804 Trademarks (4)
Lin Xin smiled, turned around and sat down on the sofa, poured herself a glass of water, and then said leisurely: "This has to start from a year ago...a year ago, when I went to your house to play, I accidentally I found a few sketches in a short time, and these sketches...shocked me, do you know what it is? They turned out to be original design drafts, each one is so beautiful, each one is so delicate, I think, if any design company has such a design draft, it will definitely make a lot of money. But what makes me more curious is who is the designer? I found the original design draft outside your uncle's door, just before I was going to When I was asking about your uncle, your younger brother, Zhan Shounuo, grabbed me and told me that these design drafts belonged to your uncle, who accidentally dropped them at the door, and he wanted me to keep them secret."

"Uncle? Design draft?" Qing Kong was dumbfounded. When will my uncle draw design drafts?Also, what does Arnold mean?
"Of course I'm curious about what your younger brother is going to do. I grabbed him and asked, if he doesn't tell me what the hell he's doing, I'll tell you. Maybe he was afraid that I would tell you, so he brought me to this place, and then I just found out... so your uncle is the chief designer in this place, and you... the clothes, shoes, socks, bags and even your underwear are all designed by him."

After Lin Xin finished speaking, she was very satisfied to see Qingkong's stunned chin expression. She also reacted in the same way at the beginning, so now that the person concerned finally showed such an expression, she felt a little more satisfied in her heart.

Qingkong swallowed with some difficulty, looked at Lin Xin in surprise, and still couldn't believe it: "You said... my uncle designed... clothes for me?" Her closet was full of clothes, even underwear and bags... ...Is it all designed by my uncle?

"Zhan Shounuo told me that it has been since you were 15 years old. He found out four years ago that your uncle can draw design drafts, and the drawings are of a very high standard, so he asked your uncle, why did you draw these? You My uncle told him that because he wanted Miao Miao to wear it...he didn't understand that you can't wear it without making clothes from sketches, he has such a heart, thinking about you, so he drew it."

Qingkong's face turned red slightly, unexpectedly... my uncle would think of giving her clothes.He stretched out his hand to touch the clothes he was wearing. Was this all designed by my uncle?No wonder she felt that the style of the clothes in this store had changed since three years ago...

"The clothes you wear are unique in this world. Your brother-in-law draws a lot of manuscripts every month. Only a few sets are made unique, and they are all the ones in your home, while the rest are produced and put on the market. So when those people in the office saw you and the clothes you were wearing, they knew your identity..."

"My identity?"

"Yes, boss, speaking of it, I still work for you." Lin Xin smiled slightly, and threw another bomb at Qingkong.

"Boss!?" Qing Kong couldn't suppress his scream, is this a joke?
"Do you know? You are really happy. You have an uncle who will draw and design clothes for you for a lifetime, and a younger brother who thinks about you. Zhan Shounuo, he really loves your uncle, and he really loves you." Love you."

Qing Kong looked at Lin Xin foolishly, something seemed to surface gradually, and she seemed to know some answers... But is it all true?Arnold is obviously only 17 years old... Four years ago, wasn't he only 13 years old?
"Zhan Shounuo created this studio with his own hands. You are the legal representative. And he is the president, and your uncle is the chief designer. He has made a lot of money in the past four years, and now that the studio has emerged. It's about to go on the market, and your uncle can even participate in the next Paris Fashion Week... He didn't enjoy your uncle's talent exclusively, but kept everything for you. He said, all your uncle's talents are for you Uncle, you should enjoy all of this. And what he can do is to help your uncle make you happy."

Qingkong lowered his head, his eyes were rosy, and his nose was sore, he never thought that Arnold would... Usually he didn't say anything, but just bickered with himself, which made her half dead every time, but he didn't expect him to do so much .

"But why did he..."

Qingkong still feels that all this is too dreamy and not real enough. After all, there was no sign at all before, why suddenly...

"Lian Zhan Shounuo, even I can see it. Why are you unwilling to admit it? Although your uncle can't say it all his life, isn't it clear enough to express everything he has done? Look at your clothes The brand represented by the trademark..."

Lin Xin was already very helpless, she always knew that Qing Kong's EQ was low, but she never expected her to be so low.Maybe it's because she's an outsider, so she can see clearly, and there's a little more... Maybe Zhan Qingkong is concerned about the relationship between their uncle and nephew. After all, they have been uncle and nephew for 18 years, and it is difficult to break the taboo of human relations Yes, and what's more... Maybe she didn't even think about the relationship between Bai Yiyu and Bai Yiyu?

Qing Kong took off his jacket hesitantly, and touched the trademark he had never cared about with his fingers, on which there were only four English letters: MIAO.

The clear sky suddenly burst into tears... Miao.

"This brand was decided by your uncle. He said that you must use your name. Zhan Shounuo decided to use these four English letters several times. I know it's hard for you to think about it, but I have turned my back all these years. It’s more real than you. Brother Lie is a very good prince charming, but he can never surpass your uncle’s position in your heart, just like us, he can’t surpass, and we can’t surpass you in The position in your uncle's heart. If there is one Ling Lie, there will be a second Ling Lie who loves you, but there is no second Bai Yiyu to love you in this world..."

Qing Kong covered her face, unable to say anything, but tears filled her throat bitterly.

"Qingqing, I'll take you to the last place, where did you go? If you still can't find your heart, it's my work in vain. I can't see you messing around here, I'm your best My best friend, and I will help your uncle take care of things this year, all because of you, I know as well as Zhan Shounuo, your uncle and even you need someone to help, you two are too similar, too clean, Too kind, that's why you're wandering around in so much pain now."

"Xin'er, I..." Qingkong raised her head to look at Lin Xin with tears in her eyes. Every word she said was so correct, but the more Qingkong listened, the more startled she became... The more she listened, the more enlightened she felt, as if she had been A hole was torn, and she knew it herself, if she tore it off again, she would never be able to turn back for the rest of her life!

"You want to know, where did your uncle invite you yesterday?" Xin'er only asked.

Qingkong hesitated for a moment, but nodded.She couldn't control her desire...

"Then you come with me." Xin'er pulled up Qingkong, turned around and left the office, then went all the way forward and went downstairs from the other side of the stairs.

Downstairs is a door, you can come directly from the yard just now.

Qingkong looked at Xin'er, not understanding what she meant by this?
"Downstairs is where your uncle invited you to come yesterday. For this reason, Zhan Shounuo and I have been helping for a month... This month, your uncle spent most of the time here. He said he would I’ll make you a birthday present. It’s all his own idea. We’re just helping out. Go in and see for yourself. You’re the first person to hold this ticket, and the only one. Go in…”

Qingkong's heart was beating fast, it turned out that my uncle had been busy here for a month... and A Nuo and Xin'er also helped?It turned out that he wanted to come here by himself yesterday... But what is in it?
Qingkong was a little scared and a little nervous.

She suddenly realized that maybe if she went in, she would have an answer in her heart, but maybe if she went in, she would walk on another path from now on...and never turn back.

There are some things that she deliberately hides in her heart... If she only reveals a corner, she will be shaken if she knows it.

But... is there a way back now?She was very curious about what my uncle did... She was very curious, very curious about what he was going to give her, and her heart was beating endlessly because of this, and because of this, she also realized that there was no turning back.

Stretching out his hand, he pushed open the double doors in front of him, and Qing Kong stood at the door.

The lights inside shot out one after another, and Qingkong walked inside, standing in the middle of the hall, but he was dumbfounded in place...

What adjectives should I use to describe her mood at the moment.

Shocked, moved, amazed, stunned or... volcanic eruption-like excitement?
Both sides are her, all of herself.

Sketching, rendering with thick ink, rich oil paint... Each one is so lifelike, and each one is her own.

Laughing, depressed, angry, standing in the wind, eating their head full, smiling with their eyes bent towards the opposite side, dazed, sleeping soundly... She never knew that she could have so many faces?
Walking forward with difficulty, close-ups of her eyes, close-ups of half of her face, her back, her hands, her distant figure, her mouth...why can he understand and even copy every part of her so much? Ordinary moment?

Turning around, Qingkong stopped again. At the end of the extended corridor was a wall, three meters high and three meters wide, and there was no painting on that wall, because... there was a painting on that wall. painting.

The person in the painting is still her.

Sitting under the big banyan tree in the garden, the background is the blue lake, there are two or three small boats on the lake, and the green leaves are flying and swaying. She sits under the tree and closes her eyes for a rest. The warm sunlight falls on her legs through the gaps in the tree. On the arm... Even a butterfly and a bee are lifelike, while her eyelashes, her white skirt, her fingernails, and her lip lines all seem real.

Qing Kong seemed to have finally figured out something, and slowly squatted on the ground, looking at the painting, crying loudly.

She never knew that he loved her deeply. Although he didn't say anything, this moment broke her heart.

(End of this chapter)