Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"You have nothing to worry about with me." Put down the teacup, Leng Jinghong took out a cigarette and handed it to Duan Qingyan, "Qiao Yi is not so stupid. He won't reveal the whereabouts of the evidence. As long as he hides it well, no one can find it."

Duan Qingyan light the smoke, the special smell of tobacco slightly calmed her anxiety: "but if the sculpture competition is suspended, I can't beat Luo Xiaojing?"

"Why do you have so much resentment towards Luo Xiaojing?"

"She took the place of Mrs. Leng, who should have belonged to me." Duan Qingyan's eyes were cold, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter. "Later, when I learned that she was Luo Rou's daughter, I hated her even more. It turned out that I had been living in her shadow for so many years."

"What do you say?"

"Duan Zhenghao took me as a stand in for her and Luo Rou, and let me specialize in plant carving."

"So you have to prove yourself?"

"That's right." Duan Qingyan took another puff of smoke. In the curling white smoke, his ferocious face changed from vague to clear. "I not only want to prove that I am better than Luo Xiaojing, but also want to get Duan's family. Duan Zhenghao is not benevolent and I am unjust. I won't let him do what he wants."

Leng Jinghong poured a basin of cold water down: "but what you are doing is far from enough."

"What else can I do?"

"Let Leng Yu fight with Duan Zhenghao. Let's take advantage of him."

Duan Qingyan snorted: "you can see Duan Zhenghao in the sculpture competition. He has no right to speak. He is suppressed by Leng Yu."

Leng Jinghong understands Duan Qingyan's purpose of repeating the sculpture competition, but he also has his plan.

"Do you have the handle of Leng Yu now?"

"Do you have a handle?" Duan Qingyan thought of the unexpected photos of Leng Yu and Luo Xiaojing together, but do you want to give them to Leng Jinghong now?

The timing doesn't seem right.

As soon as her eyes turned, she shook her head and said, "I hope so, too."

"Then I'll think of another way."

Duan Qingyan was a little anxious again: "that Qiao Yi he..."

"It's nothing to let him suffer for a few more days. Leng Yu is just injured. This is our chance."

Duan Qingyan saw that Leng Jinghong was beating around the bush with her. Her face sank slightly: "nothing, there will be no chance."

"Just what you did, Luo Meili has been found by Leng Yu for a long time."

"Lori doesn't just listen to me."

Leng Jinghong knocked his teacup unhappily: "are you accusing me?"

"I dare not." Duan Qingyan looked down and said, "I don't have the patience to wait any longer. If Leng Dong still wants to wait for an opportunity, I can only do what I should do. I'm different from Leng Dong. You are Leng Yu's second uncle. He won't be so defensive to you."

"I don't know with whom Miss Duan's threat was learned?" The tea was already cold, and Leng continued to taste all kinds of flavors. "If Miss Duan doesn't think it's good to cooperate with me, please help yourself."

"Leng Dong, I'm not..."

"If not, listen to me." Leng Jinghong suddenly made a sharp sound, Shua, Duan Qingyan's face turned white.

She suddenly realized that she looked down on Leng Jinghong. She thought that she had already learned how to calculate and how to build a city by herself for so many years. But Leng Jinghong just glared at her eyes and she counseled.

She can't play with Leng Jinghong on her wrist. If she really leaves this old fox, maybe he will join hands with Leng Yu to deal with him, and then try to deal with Leng Yu.

saw the smoke of the section and scared this. So, the cold Jing Hong smiled more comfortably: "although you and I are cooperative, you have to figure out who has the final say, if you don't want to die very badly, you'll obey."

Duan Qingyan stares at Leng Jinghong warily: "Qiao Yi can put it on for a while, sculpture competition..."

"Tomorrow you will know that there will be a lot of good plays. You are ready to cooperate more."

……

The next day.

After a night's rain, there is a sign that it will stop, but the raindrops are still unwilling to hang on the glass window, and they don't want to be scorched.

"Huazi, can the jade hairpin be finished today?"

"Bai Leng, where is the carving of the pressed placket of mountains and rivers?"

The carving studio is still busy, with Luo Xiaojing's urging in the middle. In one night, she seems to have become a machine with only work at heart. The whole person's state is that I want to work, I want to work.

"Yes, certainly today. Don't rush me, boss Luo. I'll panic as soon as you rush me."

"One third of the details and polishing are still to be finished today, but tomorrow will be fine."

Luo Xiaojing didn't let herself down. After determining four designs with Jianwei, she and huazi bailing went into the carving room.

In the afternoon, she was responsible for carving two brooches and huazi's hairpin. Xiao a sorted them out, and was surprised to find that there were already ten styles in three series.

Unfortunately, Jianwei also called at this time to ask if Luo Xiaojing could send a sculptor to try out the money. After a discussion, Luo Xiaojing decided to go in person.It's an hour and a half after arriving at Jianwei's studio. Without seeing Jianwei, Luo Xiaojing is shocked by the scene of the studio.

Beautiful clothes, gorgeous clothes, models shuttling among them, handsome men and beautiful women.

Luo Xiaojing's fantasy is like this, but what he actually sees is

The table is full of cloth, which is pinned to the upper or lower body of the plastic model by pins. The designers who are constantly measuring, struggling with the printing, and the dazzling colorful spools.

"Hello, I'm looking for designer janvie."

Luo Xiaojing doesn't dare to wear and walk around, so she can only ask. The typesetter who doesn't lift his head points at him. Luo Xiaojing sees Jian Wei sitting behind the computer.

"Designer Jane."

After saying hello, Jianwei probes her head. Her crazy expression immediately turns into surprise. She gets up and claps her hands. Just now, the busy designers stop their work like remote-controlled machines.

"The sculptor of Luo has come here in person, and everyone will prepare for the trial payment immediately."

There was no extra introduction. The designers who were pressed the stop sign immediately got busy. The real models Luo Xiaojing didn't see also changed their clothes and walked out of the fitting room. The work efficiency was amazing.

"It's a bit hard to get used to it, sculptor Luo. I know that carving stresses slow work and meticulous work, but it's not the same with catwalk."

Jianwei explained with a smile, but her hand didn't stop, directing the designer to push away the desk. A straight t-table showed her true face.

"Adjust the lighting, the model is in position."

Standing in front of the stage, with Jianwei's skillful command, Luo Xiaojing finds that she can only stand dryly, and can't do anything.

Without any accessories, the models in the improved Hanfu walked around in order first, and then came down. Jianwei asked Luo Xiaojing, "how do you feel?"