After the rebirth, she exploded in the big circle

Chapter 165 Another Vest Lost!
In the few days after Qin Bei Mingfei returned to the capital, Ling Mo always felt empty in his heart.

In order to find something for myself to do, except for the class time, once I have free time, I will lock myself in the bedroom and practice medicine in retreat.

In addition, she also went with Meihu to the underground car club that has just been established for a year.

Originally, he wanted to speed up the car on the track and experience the speed of life and death that he hadn't experienced for a long time, but he ran into Lu Jinjiu by chance.

Lu Jinjiu on the racetrack was quite different from his normal idyllic appearance.

He was wearing a colorful racing suit, tightly clutching the captain's armband in his palm, pouring chicken soup for the team members with enthusiasm.

Ling Mo silently looked at Lu Jinjiu who had his palms pressed against his chest, and accidentally caught a glimpse of an extremely strong sense of faith in his eyes.

Meihu was worried that Ling Mo would be confused by Lu Jinjiu's appearance, so Tete reminded him:
"Boss, don't you have a crush on Lu Jinjiu, don't you? You don't think he looks handsome, but he is actually the well-known King of the Sea, and he is very rough."

"He seems to enjoy racing."

"That's true. It is rumored that he aspired to be a professional race car driver a long time ago. It's a pity that the third generation of the Lu family is the only one, and Mr. Lu is absolutely unwilling to let Lu Jinjiu, the only seedling of the Lu family, get involved in such a dangerous profession as a race car driver. After that, he seldom set foot on the track, at most he slipped to this underground arena to have fun every once in a while."

"On the field, he still has light in his eyes."

The moment he lowered his eyes, Ling Mo completely understood Lu Jinjiu.

At first, she thought that Lu Jinjiu was just a rich second generation who was devoured by capital, a playboy, a fool, and the mud couldn't support the wall.

But the moment he stepped onto the field, all his flaws seemed to disappear.

Just standing in the light and shadow with a helmet on your shoulders can give people a radiant sense of sight.

It's a pity that what Lu Jinjiu shoulders is the honor, disgrace and prosperity of the Lu family, and he has no right to be willful at all.

Perhaps it is precisely because of having a dream but not being able to pursue it, that Lu Jinjiu, who was forced to accept the family arrangement, became more and more unbalanced, and acted cynically every day in an attempt to cover up his loneliness.

"Boss, do I have light in my eyes?"

Meihu took off her sunglasses, and blinked at Ling Mo, her red eyes like maple leaves seemed to be shining brightly.

But for those who are not mentally strong enough, as long as they look at Meihu for ten seconds, they will be hypnotized by his pair of red pupils with supernatural powers.

"Don't make trouble."

Ling Mo smoothly put on the sunglasses for him, then pointed to the racing car behind her, and said in a deep voice:

"You can give this racing car to Lu Jinjiu as a gift. He really needs this new car that won't deform even if it is hit hard."

"Boss, this racing car is a limited edition in the world. It's the only one. Do you really want to give it away?"

"Once upon a time, there was light in my eyes."

Ling Mo's voice was extremely soft, like a feather falling on the surface of the river. It seemed light and light, but it caused layers of sparkling waves to appear on the surface of the water.

"Boss, you are still young, there is nothing you can't get through."

For a long time, Ling Mo was indeed tortured by the so-called kinship.

But in the past two months, Meihu quietly noticed that the light in Ling Mo's eyes slowly returned.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older and I no longer need the bondage of flesh and blood.

Or, did she meet someone who allowed her to slowly open her heart?
Meihu shook her head, and stopped thinking about these trivial matters, but went straight to Lu Jinjiu, "Mr. Lu, someone left you a generous gift, please sign for it."

"Wait, do I know you?"

"Don't you know each other now?"

Meihu grinned, showing two rows of neat big white teeth.

Lu Jinjiu raised his eyebrows, and a smirk suddenly appeared on his face:
"makes sense."

"Mr. Lu, please follow me."

Meihu humbly and politely made a "please" gesture, and led him to the only racing car in the world in a blink of an eye, saying:
"Is Mr. Lu still satisfied? Remember to keep the car keys away."

"No. Are you sure you're not joking?"

Lu Jinjiu caressed the car body carefully, as if stroking a girl he loved, even his fingertips were full of tenderness.

He had heard about the new model of LMO a month ago, and he was ready to buy it with his years of savings.

It's a pity that LMO only produces one of each model, so even if you have money, it's hard to buy.

I never expected that someone would make such a generous offer. If you give it away, it will be a hundred million yuan.
The more Lu Jinjiu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Although he was very reluctant, he still politely withdrew his hand.

After a while, after he calmed down the particularly agitated emotions a little bit, he straightened his face and asked Meihu sternly:

"Big man, is this car really for me?"

"It's true."

"Who sent it?"

Lu Jinjiu always felt that this matter was not easy.

He slandered in his heart, could it be that his grandfather suddenly realized his conscience, remembered him as his own grandson, and in order to ease the relationship between his grandson and grandson, he fell in love with him and spent a lot of money to buy this top racing car?
Or, which top rich lady fell in love with him and wanted to pick him up?

If that rich woman wasn't particularly ugly, he would be very willing to serve her.

Meihu made a silent gesture, pretending to be mysterious and authentic:
"The answer is actually hidden in this car a long time ago."

"What do you mean?"

Lu Jinjiu touched his shiny purple earrings habitually. Just as he was thinking of calling Qin Beiming and asking if it was a gift from Qin Beiming, Meihu had already said:

"Sorry, I can't tell you the name of the car giver for the time being. I can only tell you that she is the behind-the-scenes owner of the underground racing club."

"Can you take me to meet him? I want to know why he gave me the car."

"She said that you have light in your eyes on the racing track." Meihu didn't want to reveal too much personal information about Ling Mo, and as soon as she finished speaking, she walked away quickly.

Lu Jinjiu was left alone with his back bent, winking at the rearview mirror.

It turns out that good-looking eyes can still get this kind of benefit!
Lu Jinjiu raised his brows with joy, and the corners of his lips almost reached the back of his ears. He started the car, galloped wantonly on the track, and started a carnival all night.

……

Early the next morning, the sky was very bright.

Ling Mo had already rushed to the Taoli Street villa area with his disheveled chicken nest head on his head.

And Song Xingwan, who was wiping away tears while revising the costume design drawings, cried even harder when he saw Ling Mo coming so fast and raised his eyes to talk to her:

"Mo Mo, what's the matter? The final is coming, but my design is still a half-finished product."

Ling Mo, who was suddenly hugged by the bear, laughed dumbly, and comforted softly:
"Little crying bag, you have to believe in yourself, you can definitely do it."

"I always feel that my designs are a bit mediocre, and I can't highlight the special features of women in the new era."

Song Xingwan pointed to the design drawings on the desktop with some frustration, and said sullenly.

"Don't worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge."

Ling Mo followed the direction of Song Xingwan's fingers and carefully looked at the unfinished sketches on the table.

She frowned and pondered for a while, her head was still like a mess without a clue.

It took most of the day like this, she just stared blankly at the button on the collar on the design sketch, and stared blankly for a while.

Xu was touched by the scene, and she once again recalled the scene of buttoning up the buttons of Qin Beiming's sleeping car a few days ago.

Generally, men's shirts are buttoned to the right, as opposed to women's shirts.

It was precisely because of this that it caused her a lot of trouble, and she still couldn't tie it on for a long time.

Thinking of this, a flash of light flashed in her mind, and she took Song Xingwan's arm and said in a leisurely manner:
"Listen to my last allusion first, maybe you can find some inspiration from it."

"What allusion?" Song Xingwan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked softly.

"During the Middle Ages in Ozhou, the ladies, wives, and ladies all relied on servants for their daily attire. In order to facilitate the buttoning of the clothes facing each other, the tailors at that time habitually nailed the buttons on the left side of the clothes, so that The servant smoothly grasped the button with his nimble right hand, and stuffed it into the clothes hole opened with his left hand.

At that time, because men often encountered the danger of gladiatorial or fighting, in order to avoid freezing the right hand holding the sword or to enable the right hand to easily take out the hidden weapon hidden in the clothes, tailors made the buttons of men's jackets more convenient. Pinned to the right side of the garment.

That is, since then, the nailing method of "female left and male right" of buttons has become a tradition, which has continued from the Middle Ages to the present. "

"Female left male right?"

Song Xingwan blinked in surprise, suddenly felt enlightened, threw himself into Ling Mo's arms, and said excitedly:
"Mo Mo, you are really amazing! According to what you said, I only need to change the direction of the button on the design drawing and nail it to the right side of the clothes, and then I can answer the question well, right?"

"You can give it a go."

Ling Mo doesn't know the art of fashion design.

She can only think about the profound meaning in the theme of the competition with the eyes of a layman.

Knowing that his suggestion might be helpful to Song Xingwan, Ling Mo also had a knowing smile on his face.

Song Xing is later than her, not a sister, but better than a sister.

In his previous life, he failed to take good care of her and left many regrets.

In this life, she will definitely do her best to take good care of her.

The so-called care is not to allow her to have no worries about food and clothing, but to grow together with her, make progress together, and become a better self.

……

The final of the International Fashion Design Competition was at [-] o'clock that night.

Journalists from all over the world squatted outside the competition area early on, enclosing the channel in the plug area.

About an hour later, the spotlights in the center of the stage in the competition area turned on for the first time.

Seeing that all the judges and special guests had arrived, the host of the competition quickly adjusted his state and strode onto the stage.

At the same time, under the supervision of the referee, the [-] finalists completed the draw of lots for the order of appearance.

The number plate Song Xingwan drew was 020, that is to say, she will be the last contestant to appear in the competition.

Generally speaking, the last contestant to appear is a heavyweight player who can hold the stage.

However, Song Xingwan's qualifications ranked last among the twenty people.

It was precisely because of her low qualifications and education that the other contestants did not regard her as a threat at all, but instead regarded her as an object of ridicule.

"I really don't know what's going on with the organizer of the contest! They actually let in a minor."

"Could it be that there is some backstage supporting her?"

"In my opinion, this little girl must have a strong backstage."

"What's the use of being hard on the backstage? This is a global live broadcast, and the audience's eyes are sharp. If the judges are unfair, the audience will certainly uphold justice for us."

"That's the truth. However, I still can't bear the sight of these low-level related households, forcibly lowering the level of the game."

……

The other contestants said nothing to me, and they directly demoted Song Xingwan to nothing.

Even contestants from other countries began to speak unfluent Chinese and joined the huge army of complaining about Song Xingwan.

Song Xingwan had never seen such a scene before, biting his lower lip, silently cheering himself up.

At this moment, she really wanted to run away.

She was awkwardly placed behind the other contestants, keeping her head down, fearing that others would see the tears in her eyes.

Huo Yunting, who was sitting on the viewing platform on the second floor, saw that Song Xingwan was not in the right state, so he edited a text message and sent it anonymously to Song Xingwan:
[As long as you need, I will always be there.When you are afraid, just look up at the stars in the sky, they are your loyal supporters.Of course, behind what you can't see, the cloud that tries to shield you from the wind and rain but always self-defeating will always be there. 】

After Song Xingwan received the text message, he subconsciously glanced at the viewing platform.

She knew that Huo Yunting must be here.

It's just that the viewing platform is full of densely packed people, and when you look around, you can't tell who is who, only a vast sea of ​​people.

After Huo Yunting's operation, she never saw him again.

She thought that the relationship between her and Huo Yunting was completely over.Unexpectedly, he broke into her world again.

At this moment, she felt as if she had knocked over a bottle of five flavors, with mixed feelings
Gu Nanfeng, who was sitting next to Huo Yunting, was particularly concerned:
"Ah Ting, you are just recovering from a serious illness. You shouldn't sit for a long time. Just take a look. You'd better go back and rest."

"Brother Ting, I really don't understand you. You have already broken with your family, why don't you be brave and get your sister-in-law back?" Lu Jinjiu, who was sitting on the other side of Huo Yunting, crossed his legs and clattered Tucao.

"After breaking up with the Huo family, I can be said to have nothing. Now I can't give her anything. I thought, after my career has improved significantly, and I only rely on my own ability, I can give her nothing. When you can protect her well, then work hard to get her back."

Huo Yunting stared deeply at Song Xingwan, his words were full of restraint.

In the past, the love he understood was going through fire and water, regardless of everything.

It was only after he injured Song Xingwan that he couldn't get rid of his body, he gradually realized that love can also have other forms.

Sometimes love is restrained, sometimes it is letting go, and sometimes it is silently waiting.

After about two hours, the contest finally came to an end.

Song Xingwan finally came to the front of the stage when the judges in the audience had already started yawning frequently.

Holding the design draft in one hand, she stood under the spotlight and narrated the ideas contained in the design draft.

When she mentioned the button design, the judges in the audience raised their heads in unison, and the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

All the invited guests spontaneously gave Song Xingwan their first wave of applause since she took the stage.

Huo Yunting, who was hiding on the viewing platform, stared deeply at the extremely dazzling Song Xingwan under the spotlight, and was also proud of her growth from the bottom of his heart.

The more Lu Jinjiu looked at it, the more excited he was, he repeatedly pulled Huo Yunting's arm, and said:

"Little sister-in-law is amazing. The details of buttons are handled really well."

Gu Nanfeng also nodded emphatically:
"Although Ms. Song's changes are not big, she just changed the position of the buttons on women's clothing. But it is precisely the change of button position that perfectly shows the demands and desires of women in the new era for independence."

"She is so shining, but I let her be covered in dust for so many years for no reason."

Huo Yunting looked at Song Xingwan, who had climbed to the championship with his strength amid the applause of the audience, and realized that his previous thinking was really wrong.

It's just his wishful thinking that the golden house hides the beauty.

In fact, Song Xingwan could have a brighter life.

When delivering the acceptance speech, Song Xingwan seemed to have a Wang Xingyun in his eyes, bright and charming.

Her voice was as gentle as ever, but there was a certain firmness in the gentleness:

"The inspiration for the button is mainly from my best friend. In fact, my life has fallen into a dead end after the death of my parents. If it weren't for my best friend, I have always supported me. Today, given my infinite courage and motivation, I may have died in the rainy night of hunger and cold.

In addition to my best friend, I would also like to thank an old friend in particular.Thank you for the good times you have given me. I only hope that we can shine brightly in the years when we can't see each other. "

(End of this chapter)