After being reborn, she became the palm of a big boss

Chapter 158 Do your best, listen to destiny

When she said this, Wen Wan's eyes were full of light and longing, which made her look radiant.

Compared to the first time she saw Wen Wan who was completely slumped like a withered flower, she was also different.

Putting it on her body, maybe Shu Yao didn't feel anything.

But seeing Wen Wan's changes, Shu Yao's eyes widened slightly, and the curve of her lips gradually rose.

It turns out that loving the right person can really make you a better person.

Not to make you feel that you are not worthy.

"That's good." Shu Yao blurted out almost unconsciously.

After Wen Wan said it, she suddenly realized what she had said, and her face turned slightly red.

"Thank you."

When she said this, she gently held Shu Yao's hand, gentle and pleasant, with the attitude of a young lady.

Not to mention Shen Huaiyuan, even Shu Yao felt that a desire to protect would arise just around the corner.

Such a beautiful woman like a lilac.

"By the way, Shu Yao, I'm listening to Huaiyuan—"

As soon as the words came out, the habitual address blurted out, Wen Wan wished he could bite his tongue.

When she raised her eyes, she saw that Shu Yao's phoenix eyes were full of teasing.

"I, I heard him say that Fang Tang's family also contributed a lot and has the right to speak."

"Before you offended the Tang family because of me, I was afraid it would affect you."

Shu Yao's eyes changed slightly, her fingers gently moved the dandruff of the chair beside her, she was thinking.

She wasn't worried about herself because she hadn't planned to compete in the first place.

He was just worried that when Tang Meng saw Wen Wan again, he would definitely feel guilty about Wen Wan again.

Shu Yao shook her head, she held Wen Wan's hand instead, "Do your best and obey the destiny."

"This..." Wen Wan opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

Wen Wan has been working alone in the entertainment industry for these years, and Wen Wan knows the rules of the jungle.

Soon.

Some staff members came in to arrange the events one by one, and pointed out where to plan the pre-rehearsal.

In this preliminary competition, the designers of the Ross family entered the stage in advance.

There was quite a commotion at the time of boarding in the arena, and they began to talk about the high-level personnel who followed in.

"It's Jiang Yunrong."

"The royal designer of the Ross family is the direct disciple of that master."

"Why is she here?"

"Look, there are some people behind Jiang Yunrong."

"Those are the royal designers within the Ross family, led by Jiang Yun."

Among them, Jiang Yunrong walked first, followed by a group of royal designers of Ross's family.

She lifted her jaw slightly, her face was cold and gorgeous, and she walked past the contestants in the rest area one by one with a very arrogant and indifferent posture.

The clothes on her body are not vulgar, high-end customization, gorgeous and refined, making it more noble and elegant.

"What's going on? Why did they come to the player's rest area..."

"I heard that it is a high-definition display for selecting models and dividing which designer wears which."

"Oh my god, is there such a good thing? If I can wear those few designs that those designers value."

"Isn't this brilliant. It's a bonus item. How do you choose this?"

"I also heard from others, who knows, just depends on luck."

"Is it important how you wear it? It doesn't look good when you walk, and it's also stretched when you wear it."

The discussion gradually became louder, and they all looked at the group of designers headed by Jiang Yunrong.

Not only the designers are looking at the contestants in the audience, but the contestants in the audience are also looking at the designers.

There are high and low models, let alone designers.

Although these designers are all internal designers of the Ross family, their levels are naturally different.

There is no specific distinction between high and low, and art has always been determined by people.

Just like a thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, the contestants also wait and see.

They look for themselves in the designer they want.

At this time, the staff stepped forward and directed the participating models who were present to walk around in front of the stage one by one.

"You can choose, my part has already been taken care of, and they all understand."

Jiang Yunrong turned his face slightly, and told his friends around him.

"You must have a strong eye, your vision has always been vicious." The friend said to Jiang Yunrong with a smile.

That's all, those designers each clicked a few waves.

After the designers have finished their selection, they will rehearse in different areas.

"Which do you like?" Wen Wan looked at the designers in the audience and asked Shu Yao.

Shu Yao glanced over the designers on the stage one by one, and her eyes met Jiang Yunrong's evenly.

At the moment of communication, Jiang Yunrong nodded slightly, with a smile on his cold face.

Shu Yao quickly came back to her senses, and looked away, "I'm with Designer Jiang. How about you?"

"Me? I want to talk to Zhang Shiwen, designer Zhang." There was a little longing in Wen Wan's eyes.

Shu Yao frowned slightly, "He."

Hearing what Shu Yao said, Wen Wan realized that Shu Yao might have known her before.

They are friends, and there is nothing they can't ask if they think about it.

So Wen Wan said, "Do you know him?"

Zhang Shiwen.

Shu Yao has heard of this name before. She is very famous and a very talented designer.

Not only serves as the royal designer of the Ross family, but also has considerable influence in the fashion industry in Yecheng.

The reason why Wen Wanhui likes Zhang Shiwen's design is most likely because he has had contact with it in Yecheng.

Zhang Shiwen is worth a lot of money, and he is almost always offered at a sky-high price.

He is young and capable, and he studied under Mr. Huo, the former royal designer of the Ross family who retired and lived in seclusion in country S.

Even so, there is nothing to say about the price.

As for other things about being a person, Shu Yao couldn't say, because they met through Fu Jingzhen in just a few short meetings.

At that time, she had already quit the entertainment circle, so she just listened to know a thing or two.

"Zhang Shiwen chose her——!"

"I chose that person for the first time. I heard that he seems to have some skills."

"who's that?"

"It is said that she is the fiancée of some noble son. She is really good-looking and talented."

Some people were picked out by Zhang Shiwen's first roll call, and the scene immediately boiled over, and they all looked over there.

Shu Yao looked along the line of sight of the crowd, and saw a delicate figure stepping forward happily with her chest out.

It's Shu Murou.

This point, Shu Yao is not surprised at all.

Others may not know it, but Shu Yao knows that Zhang Shiwen and Fu Jingzhen are friends.

His first choice was Shu Murou, which was simply giving him enough face.

When Shu Murou walked out, she was very shinning, and everyone else looked at her enviously, and made some unwilling voices.

The media waiting on the side also started to press the shutter one after another, and the flashes flashed one after another.

The eyes of those who flashed could hardly be opened, which gave Shu Murou enough pomp.

"I suddenly don't want to go." Seeing that the person was Shu Murou, Wen Wan opened her mouth abruptly.

Not prejudice.

Simply, Wen Wan didn't want to be in a group with someone like Shu Murou.

The meaning of defense in Wen Wan's words is obvious.

Shu Yao smiled slightly, and looked at the other designers on the stage.

Seeing that everyone around him was taken away one by one, including Wen Wan, he also left.

The people around me gradually became sparse and fragmented, and the few people left seemed to be looked down upon.

Shen Yue was a little anxious, looking around uneasily, almost twisted into a ball.

She looked at Shu Yao frequently, remembering that Shu Yao had humiliated her in front of Wen Wan just now, she was not reconciled.

She must be elected before Shu Yao.

At this time, Zhang Shiwen walked between Shen Yue and Shu Yao and stood still.

(End of this chapter)