Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Wen Muxi hasn't figured out how to explain to Ting Tingting that she will find a way to solve this problem. As a result, another female voice came next to her.

"You signed the contract with the program team and promised the invitation. You should be ready. You don't even want to be popular with this professional ethics. What a fool's dream?"

Obviously, this man is talking for her, but his name is Wen Muxi. Unexpectedly, the person who helps her speak is Joe Pei!

Ting Tingting's agent knew that joppe was from FJ. The fashion circle did not offend a famous designer of a big brand. It was not a wise choice, so she quickly apologized and pulled down her artist.

Wen Muxi looked at Joe Pei in surprise. When he seriously doubted whether the man had been lost or crossed, Joe Pei returned to the way he used to raise his chin.

"What are you looking at?" she stared at Wen Muxi proudly and turned away.

Wen Muxi realized that maybe joppe was not a bad man, but he was embarrassed.

After laughing for a while, she turned her attention again to the coarse linen fabric in her hand, and she couldn't laugh.

Well, she'd better think about how to associate this thing with the word gorgeous first.

Staying in the single room prepared by the program team, Wen Muxi never had a clue how to write with the cloth. Most of the design drawings were passed away by herself as soon as they were finished.

Six hours after getting the things, other designers probably had a clue and even started to select materials and proofing. Wen Muxi didn't even have any ideas.

When her hair was almost scratched by herself, she suddenly remembered a sentence that Huajun had said.

The existence of a designer should be to turn decay into magic. What she needs to do is to find a way to make such a non gorgeous thing gorgeous, rather than limited to her unfortunate mentality.

Wen Muxi immediately sat up straight, touched the coarse linen cloth in his hand, gradually had an idea, and began to draw on the drawing with a pen.

……

Turning corruption into magic is about that.

A piece of coarse and hard linen cloth was spliced by Wen Muxi with a large number of lavender slightly flashing light gauze, and a large number of large diamonds of different specifications from white to purple were used as decoration on the coarse linen cloth, making the most underappreciated coarse linen cloth into an amazing fashion.

Ting Tingting, who had trouble with Wen Muxi before, was so shocked that she almost stared out when she saw Wen Muxi's finished product.

Even Miya couldn't help praising her.

Design is not difficult, but not every designer can turn corruption into magic.

Tingtingting's beautiful style with ethnic minorities just goes with this dress. In addition, the overall shape made by Miya is the finishing touch!

Although the things designed by Wen Muxi are amazing, no matter how they are changed, the coarse linen is still too high on the table, so after some points are deducted, Wen Muxi tied for third place with another designer by five points.

The first place was Joe Pei, who drew the black up fabric. He could make the up fabric into a sexy and gorgeous dress, which was full of atmosphere, and Wen Muxi was convinced.

"Congratulations." after the recording, Wen Muxi took the initiative to reach out to Joe Pei.

"It's supposed to be. What's to congratulate?" said jope lightly, but Wen Muxi clearly saw the thick black circles around her eyes.

"..." is really awkward.

"I said I wouldn't lose to you for the second time." only then did joppe have a little seriousness on his proud face.

Wen Muxi was also familiar with joppe's temperament. When he heard the speech, he immediately nodded, "then you have to refuel and hold your position."

"Of course!"

……

In order to turn the coarse linen fabric into Chinese clothes, Wen Muxi hasn't closed his eyes for nearly two days. Coupled with today's recording, he hasn't closed his eyes for 55 hours.

Her only wish now is to give her a bed and let her sleep until the end of time.

When she got home, she took a shower with her makeup removed. Before she could implement her plan, Wen Muxi suddenly received a call from Huajun.

No matter what the situation is, the idol's invitation can't be refused, so she changed her clothes immediately and rushed to the agreed coffee shop.

Hua Jun had already arrived. He was wearing a simple light blue T-shirt and a pure white shawl embroidered with cloud patterns. He was sitting there with the familiar jade bone fan in his hand. He was the most eye-catching young master in the audience.

"Sit down." when Hua Jun saw her, her sapphire blue eyes bent into a beautiful Crescent: "you shouldn't have a good rest, so I decided to order you a cup of black coffee."

This sounds very considerate, but somehow Wen Muxi always has a feeling that Huajun seems particularly happy, and it seems that he is very happy because she didn't rest well.

Should it be an illusion?

After Wen Muxi thanked her, she sat down and drank the coffee in front of her. It was so bitter that she even wrinkled her facial features.

This kind of thing is really not her dish.

Seeing her painful frown, Huajun couldn't help laughing, as if she was pleased by her painful appearance.

No, my idol is not a schadenfreude.

Wen Muxi brainwashed himself and kicked out those strange thoughts in his heart.

"President Hua, is there anything important?" she asked.

The flower gentleman raised his lips to her with a brilliant smile: "in fact, it doesn't matter."

“……”

Wen Muxi vowed that if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of her was her idol, she would have lifted the table and scolded.

It's nothing important. Why do you ask her out in person? And she didn't sleep for more than two days!

Looking at Wen Muxi's angry look, the smile on Hua Jun's face was obviously more pleasant.

Before completely forcing it to de powder, Huajun took out a document bag from his briefcase and handed it to her.

"It's just the planning of FJ's new products next spring. It's really not a big deal."

Wen Muxi was so surprised that he immediately forgot what Huajun had just teased her, and quickly grabbed the copy bag and opened it to check.

A book with pictures and words for more than 20 pages has not been completely sorted out, so Wen Muxi is fascinated and his eyes are brighter and brighter.

"Fanhua wedding dress" she really likes the name of this series, even if the name is irresponsibly marked with brackets and the word "tentative".

"How's it going? Are you interested?" after Wen Muxi finished reading it, Hua Jun put down his coffee cup and asked her with a smile.

"Can I participate!"

Wen Muxi almost jumped up in surprise. His round eyes made Hua Jun inexplicably think of a butterfly dog he had raised. He also looked like this when he saw his favorite ball.

He opened his mouth leisurely after hiding his smile by drinking coffee.

"Of course..." Wen Muxi was almost surprised, but he heard Huajun add two words that made her want to strangle him after pausing for nearly three seconds: "no"