Falling In Love With Evil CEO

"I......" Cangling was really flattered and embarrassed. "I, I'm just kidding."

She really just teased him. Although she had such a dirty idea, she didn't have the courage to blackmail him.

"I'm not kidding." Mou Yu answered her seriously, "Cangling, everything I said to you is not a joke."

His eyes were so firm that Cangling felt that all this was an illusion. She pinched her leg with a small force and clearly felt the pain.

"I..." Cangling counseled, and she returned the key to Mou Yu. "It's too expensive for me. If I really drive this car to work, I'll be sprayed again tomorrow."

She almost ran away, even Mou Yu's eyes didn't dare to face up, and she ran into the elevator.

How could it be

She recalled what Mou Yu said to her that night. He said he would stay with her all his life, which was equivalent to confession. If Mou Yu wasn't kidding, was it... Really because he liked her?

But why did he like her? What does she deserve to be liked by him?

Cangling locked herself up and sat on the bed. She just felt her heart beat faster than usual. I don't know how many times, even her face burned.

"What, Cangling? It's too unpromising for you to be so excited by such a sentence." Cangling talked to himself.

However, while saying this, she involuntarily recalled the time when Mou Yu washed her body and blew her hair the night before yesterday.

Is such a gentle Mou Yu real?

Cangling's mind seemed to turn on a switch suddenly. Her eyes brightened and she had the inspiration of design.

She quickly picked up the drawing board and copied the pattern she imagined on the paper.

The brush danced on the paper and made a rustling sound. Mou Yu stood at the door and looked at her from a distance. The radian of her smile deepened.

Two days later.

The ready to wear exhibition of the preliminary design competition is held in the exhibition hall.

Backstage, Su Xiaocheng and Cang Ling sit together and look at the busy people around. They can't help but feel a little nervous.

"Xiaolingling, how are you preparing? Will it affect your performance in two days?" Su Xiaocheng didn't worry about herself at all. Instead, she was very worried about Cangling.

"It's all right. It's already like this anyway. Fight back." Cang Ling said, looking at her mobile phone, it's time for the models to enter, and the exhibition will begin soon.

Because this exhibition is an internal competition, the models of each designer are separated. Therefore, they have not seen each other's ready-made clothes.

"Yo." Cang Qing wore a tight red fishtail skirt and stepped on high heels to Cangling. "Cangling, why are you sitting here? All the finalists have gone to the front hall."

"Oh." Cang Qing exaggerated a smile, "I forgot that you are a substitute and are not qualified to sit with us. However, the exhibition hall is so large that there will always be a corner for you."

"Deceive people too much!" Su Xiaocheng is about to tear up with Cangqing.

"Little orange." Cangling hurriedly pulled her, "forget it, don't bother with her."

Cang Qing covered her mouth and was very proud. "What's the matter with you? I haven't seen you for a few days and become a soft steamed stuffed bun? Don't worry, I'll ask the security guard to show mercy when I drive you out."

She glanced contemptuously at Cangling and twisted her waist to leave.

"Too much!" Su Xiaocheng was so angry that he said, "little Lingling, why are you stopping me? I have to tear her mouth."

Cangling provoked her right eyebrow, stared at Cangqing's back and smiled, "don't worry... Even if I can't get the first, she won't want to get good."

The music in the exhibition hall has sounded and the lights are in place. Su Xiaocheng and Cangling walk in.

"Go." Cang Ling pushes Su Xiaocheng's shoulder. Su Xiaocheng's works are shortlisted. Naturally, she has to sit in the front row.

"Well... Don't be afraid, little actor." Su Xiaocheng is very embarrassed.

Cangling nodded and gave her a confident smile.

The host's voice rang, and everyone in the exhibition hall had arrived. Su xiaoorange cat walked to the front seat with her waist. Cangling looked along her body and saw the position in the center of the front seat of the exhibition hall, which made her eyes tremble.

Mou Yu... Is Mou Yu here?

She has been busy designing works these days. She basically goes out early and returns late. Now she has a feeling of reunion after a long separation.

She was looking at him in a trance. Seeing his head turn back, she quickly stopped looking at him and didn't want to bump into his sight.

Cang Ling sat in the last row and began the show, because this time the order was divided according to the drawing of lots. There was no fixed ranking for 50 finalists.

As Cang Qing said, Cangling is a substitute, so she comes last.

This is actually very unfavorable. Because this kind of small-scale catwalk is not like the international show, there is no finale, and the more backward it is, the easier it is for the judges to cause aesthetic fatigue.

"Now, what is about to appear is the first place in our preliminary competition, the work of miss Cangqing."

The host's voice brought back Cangling's thoughts.

She put on her glasses and let herself see the stage more clearly.

On the catwalk, a tall foreign model with fair skin slowly appeared in everyone's sight. The wedding dress of fans is different from the white dress of the previous few, which immediately gives people a bright feeling.

Under the light, pink and the skin color of the model set off each other, just like an elf who accidentally fell into the mortal world. The smooth lines, three-dimensional group pendulum, the one-line neckline with pearls and the tight waist all reveal a pure and dreamy atmosphere of girlhood.

The model walked to the center and made a 360 degree display. The crowd burst into warm applause.

Cangling lifted her mouth and raised her hand.

This applause was given to herself. I have to say that she is really a genius. She should admire herself for designing such a wedding dress.

In a twinkling of an eye, she saw the flaunting eyes projected by Cangqing. The look seemed to tell the world how powerful she was.

Cangling rolled her eyes back.

In a few days, it's su Xiaocheng's work. She always has a strange brain circuit. She uses orange when she says to use orange. The model's dress and makeup are even bolder. Punk style colorful hair, coupled with cool puffy short skirt, and the back makes a flat setting with yellow yarn. When she comes out, even the music becomes lively, There were even many people twisting together, especially Tong en, who clapped his hands very happily.

Cangling smiled. Su Xiaocheng turned around and compared with her. Cangling also raised her thumb to praise her.

The works passed one by one, and most of the later ones did not have any special brilliance. The music also eased down. The atmosphere in the exhibition hall has gradually decreased. Cangling knows that everyone's fatigue period has come.

Finally

"The above is all the works of our preliminary design competition. However, because of a little episode, one of our designers conducted a second test. She spent two days bringing us her own works. Next, let's applaud and invite our last model."

The venue was noisy, probably because there had never been such a situation before. Everyone whispered about the mysterious retester.

What Cangling wants is this effect to mobilize the sinking atmosphere again.

The light gradually faded down. Finally, in the center of the stage, only a beam of chasing light was left. The model stood under the light and walked out step by step.

The coat is designed with slanted shoulders, and the cloth is made of ordinary pure cotton. However, the pattern is a camouflage pattern that surprises everyone.

The whole set of wedding dress is based on military green. The design of short on the left and long on the right fully reflects the model's big and long legs. In addition, her long black straight hair tied high and her high-heeled Sergeant boots make her whole person full of heroism.

The left arm is tied with a long yarn of the same material as the skirt, which sets off the ripple of the yarn of the upper body, and gives her some charm of her daughter's house.

The lights lit up gradually with the steps of the model, and the music became an impassioned tone.

The whole audience was silent. Cangling looked at the people strangely and was very upset.

Her eyes looked toward the front row. Mou Yu held her chin in one hand, and her eyes completely fell on the model.

The model walked around. Finally, on the return trip, he trampled out the lights one by one. Finally, the whole venue fell into darkness again.