Sweet seduction: The petite lady

Chapter 192
"Take a good look at her design draft. Comparing your drawing with hers, it's just shit. Do you understand shit?"

Seeing how excited he was, Qinghe put the orange on the table, reached out to take it and looked at it, and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Looking at Du Sen with flickering eyes, he was still making excuses for himself.

"What if this wasn't painted by Song Shixu?"

"Just in case, why don't you think about another possibility? What if it really is Song Shixu?"

Qing He shrank her neck, lowered her voice a lot, and was no longer as careless as before.

"Then what should we do? It has already developed to this point now."

"What to do, what to do, how do I know what to do?"

Du Sen danced angrily, completely unable to control his emotions, stretched his hands on his hips, and his chest heaved violently.

He knew that Qing He was short-sighted, but he urgently needed to be famous to prove his ability, so he chose this ambitious woman.

Originally, he urged her to listen to him, but at the beginning, she was quite obedient, so he was quite satisfied.

However, she never expected that she would drift off after only a little bit of fame, and she would cause such a big disaster without telling him.

They are now riding a tiger, no comparison, the atmosphere has already heightened here, Song Shixu said something, and netizens added fuel to the flames.

Bi, if he loses, does Qinghe really want to withdraw from this circle?

Even if she continued to stay in this circle with the cheek, Song Shixu would never allow it, or in other words, judging from Ji Heng's favoritism towards Song Shixu, she would not ignore it.

Du Sen calmed down a little, sat on the sofa, raised his hand to help his eyes, and was silent for half a minute before speaking.

"In this way, find an opportunity to apologize to Song Shixu, keep a low profile for a while, and when the heat subsides, netizens will forget about it."

Netizens are the most forgetful. There are so many things happening in this circle every day, and there are always new things emerging one after another.

As long as you keep a low profile, after a while, wait for the netizens to gradually forget about it and then come out and be active.

Qing He had no idea at the moment, Du Sen was more experienced and qualified than her after all, so he nodded.

"Well, you go home first, don't appear in the eyes of the public these few days, I'll ask someone to set up a line, try to see Ji Heng and Song Shixu, and suppress this matter."

Qing He nodded quickly: "Okay."

……

Song Shixu didn't care about it after posting on Weibo, and asked someone to send her a batch of fabrics, planning to practice her hands.

After all, it has been three years, and I am very unfamiliar. I am afraid I will have to practice for a while.

The press conference a week later, time is a bit tight, but she has no choice now.

The design sketch she took out for practice was the original "Flying Apsaras", because it was too complicated, so the requirements for the designer were also very high. Song Shixu could control it when she was 13 years old, but now her hand is injured, she is not sure can do it.

Holding the scissors and spreading the fabric on the table, Ji Heng was working at the table not far away with the computer and looked at Song Shixu from time to time.

There was already a layer of discarded fabrics piled up around her, and her face became more and more ugly, and she threw the scissors on the table in annoyance.

Seeing this, Ji Heng stood up and walked over, picked up the drawing on the table to look at, then put it down, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to hug her in his arms, and patted her on the back.

Song Shixu buried his eyes in his arms, pinching his clothes with his fingers, feeling a little frustrated.

"Ji Heng, I can't cut it."

(End of this chapter)