My sweet honey, love needs to wait

However, the identity of the person who made the ring is very hidden, and there is no clue at all.

Linda is currently in the stage of competition. She can't be distracted to entangle this matter with all her strength for the time being. She can only be stranded, but the ring has already been ordered to be made.

One year and two or three days later, Bai Qiulian still thinks that everyone's eyes are always strange, and Zhang De also comes to him from time to time, although she turns him away every time.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm very busy now. What can I do later?" Bai Qiulian shakes the drawing board in his hand, which has roughly outlined a pattern of clothes.

Obviously, the closure of these days is not fruitless, but for Zhang De's very troubled behavior, Bai Qiulian seems helpless and speechless.

After being rejected n times, Zhang De's state of mind has become a little tense. As the time for the competition approaches, when everyone is separated, there will be no chance.

Therefore, if he wants to seize the time, he can only do it at this stage.

"This woman is really hard to deal with. She's hard and soft. It's a headache!" Zhang De sat in the same place and sighed silently.

There is a refrigerator in the tent, but his heart is still restless, which makes him feel hot and dry.

Thinking, Zhang De is not willing to let Bai Qiulian go so easily. After all, this will be the most beautiful stroke in his history of women.

These days, Ritz keeps himself in a tent and doesn't communicate with other people. He only comes out occasionally to have a look, but he doesn't see anyone he wants to see. He's also in this hot day. Normal people don't hang out like this.

Ritz looked at his painting, which was basically finished. He just had to hand it in and print it. But how would he spend the remaining days? Do you hold your mobile notebook every day?

Obviously, it's impossible for her.

Think, rez suddenly found himself abandoned on the ground of a waste manuscript.

I can't help picking up the waste manuscript of Zhijiang and looking at it carefully. Although it is a work abandoned by myself, it still looks like that.

Thinking, Ritz asked him to make a good comment, and then embedded in his own drawing board, this was out of the tent.

Under the scorching sun, rez looked left and right outside, which locked his eyes in front of Mengze's tent.

The tent was so tightly pulled that he didn't want the light to come in. Ritz stood at the door and didn't know how to open his mouth.

Thinking about it, Ruiz still squatted down and gently called inside twice: "is that... Is Xiao Meng there?"

Meng Ze is resting at the moment. He hears the soft call outside and rubs his eyes. He doesn't want to pay attention to it.

However, after hearing that there was no movement in it, rez was unwilling to call again: "is Xiao Meng there? I'm rez. I'd like to ask you something“

The voice was a little louder than before, but still cautious.

Mengze can't stand it. This just opened eyes, very not easy to fall asleep in the summer, but this again a person disturb her.

Listen, the man outside is rez. He can't refuse, so he can only climb up from the bed and open the tent.

Let the shed door intelligent rules of squatting on the ground, holding a drawing board, face with a sweet smile, the whole person looks like a pure girl in general.

However, it is still different from her dark dress style today.

Seeing that the tent was opened, Ritz was elated and immediately asked, "well... May I come in?"

Although it's not clear, Ritz's question is not implicit. Meng Ze was slightly stunned at first, then hesitated for two points, and then nodded.

Mengze tidied up the interior of the tent a little, and quietly covered the painting board behind him with cloth.

To tell you the truth, it's the first time for someone to come in his tent. Before that, they all went to find Bai Qiulian by themselves, and they usually don't visit.

Rez looked up and swept around. The color of the tent was single, simple and clear. It looked very comfortable and open-minded.

Meng Ze didn't stop him from looking around, but he didn't say a word to her. A man and a woman seemed embarrassed together. Meng Ze asked, "well, yes, houtianshui or something to eat? I have them all“

Mengze put out his snacks and drinks.

Rez took a look and was very happy that Mengze invited him to eat and drink. Then he carefully put the skateboard on the side and knelt down on the ground. He picked up a packet of potato chips and tore open a small mouthful. Then he took out a piece of potato chips and ate it.

Ruizi's food is very casual, but he is a little shy. Meng Zeshi can't understand that he is a cold girl. How can he be out of line with his behavior?

After thinking for a while, Meng Ze waved his hand and sighed: "you don't have to show this in front of me. Your dress has betrayed your self style. It's too hypocritical to cover it up deliberately. Even if it's natural, it makes me very uncomfortable."

Although this may seem too harsh for girls, Meng Zeshi can't stand it.

After listening to the other party's words, yueruizi was slightly surprised and felt a little embarrassed. The whole person seemed to be at a loss. The action of eating potato chips was more slow and guilty.

Meng Ze saw also is really a headache, finally simply waved his hand, helplessly asked: "come on, you say you come to me is what matter, this big noon."

He thought that there must be something urgent to find himself at noon. Otherwise, why should he suffer so much?

Hearing this, rez remembered the purpose of his visit. He quickly took out his drawing board and held it in front of him. Then he said, "that's it!"

Mengze some do not understand, looking at the above concise painting, seems to be a pair of clothing design paper draft.

"What does that mean? Do you want me to evaluate it for you?" Take the paper draft to his own in front, in addition to this, Mengze couldn't figure it out.

Rez quickly nodded, just to save her mouth, this is the heart of a sharp point, and then directly pushed the painting to Mengze's hand.

Mengze cold hands more than a thing, first confused look at each other, and then take up carefully.

However, he almost forgot that he was just an ordinary Porter, and now he is not a genius design master Meng Ze.

After thinking about it for a while, Meng Ze was forced to reply perfunctorily: "for amateur like us, I think the painting is very good, and the clothes made must be very beautiful!"

For Mengze's evaluation, rez nodded, but his expression was a little gloomy.

This work is full of flaws, but I still choose to ignore it and use this extremely meaningless words to perfunctory her.