Hundreds of millions of treasures: black-bellied mommy is very popular

finished?Su Qingyue lowered her head and gave a pale smile, leaned over to pick up the bag, and held the rolling pin in her hand.

"I am coming.

She leaned against the door in a defensive posture, and shouted loudly to the empty factory: "Shouldn't you come out too?" "The man said that he would wait for her in the factory.

But after half a minute, even the echo of Su Qingyue faded from the surroundings, and not a single figure emerged from the darkness.

Su Qingyue took two steps forward vigilantly: "I didn't dare to show my face when I was called here.

Don't tell me you don't have the guts to see me.

"Still no response.

There was suspicion in Su Qingyue's eyes, she approached the factory step by step, all the doors were also sealed, only in the westernmost warehouse, there was a faint glimmer of uncertainty.

It was daytime when the factory was seized, and the warehouse was surrounded by transparent windows with good light. How could it be possible to turn on the lights?So where is that person?All the muscles in Su Qingyue's body were mobilized, and she approached the warehouse with tense breathing.

The seal on the warehouse door was indeed removed, and the light came from the cutting room in the back half of the warehouse, because there were a lot of fabrics piled up in front, which blocked the light from the light.

Su Qingyue poked open the semi-closed cutting room door with a rolling pin, and walked in.

"come out.

"She said coldly, and at the same time her sharp eyes fixed on every corner where people might hide. Once the aura of the prison boss was revealed, the air in the cutting room would also be frozen.

Still no one.

In the entire cutting room, apart from uncut fabrics and tools such as scissors that can be seen everywhere, the only living person who can breathe through two nostrils is Su Qingyue.

Su Qingyue gradually realized that she was being tricked.

Of course, it was also possible that that person was testing her.

Make an appointment with her for the first time to see if she will call the police. If she does not call the police, there will be a second meeting in the near future.

Rather cautious.

After confirming that the person did not come, Su Qingyue did not leave immediately.

When she was locked in the shabby room of the police station, she often thought about what happened to her studio and her factory.

Now in this desolate factory, her heart gradually became desolate.

From being released from prison to the present, in half a year, she has gone from being penniless to pawning jewelry to pay the rent, to now owning a studio, a factory and an online shop. Millions of turnovers were recorded.

How much effort she has made and how much she has paid for this, only she knows.

But when she saw her building a tall building, she saw her building collapse.

She, Su Qingyue, is afraid that she will never have the opportunity to design clothes again. Even if she designs clothes, no one will wear them again, right?Su Qingyue's eyes scanned every inch of the cutting room.

Here, she personally cut the first dress ordered by Queen; on that table, she made brother-sister outfits for Xingan and Brother Ye.

The two children were arguing to wear exactly the same suit, and she happened to be in the cutting room at the time, so she found the right fabric and cut two suits; there was also an unfinished suit.

Su Qingyue leaned over and dragged out a storage box from under the innermost work table. The box was opened, and she dumped the half-cut black suit on the chopping board.

It was for Bai Chengyun.

It was thanks to Bai Chengyun that she was able to take so many orders at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner. Verbal thanks were too pale, and Bai Chengyun didn't lack for anything, so she simply designed a suit for him by herself.

The familiar size was imprinted in her mind, she didn't need to measure Bai Chengyun's size, she could make a piece of clothing perfect for him.

It's a pity that today's Bai Chengyun already has Li Weiwei who buys him a suit, and with the current relationship between the two of them, this suit may never be given away.

Su Qingyue smiled lowly, stroked the high-end suit fabric she specially found, picked up the scissors, and continued to cut.

Various memories collided in my mind.

For the first time, she decided to engage in the fashion design industry—"Shengyun, in our country, as long as you are an adult, you can get married.

I will be an adult in two months. I allow you to propose to me then. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. We can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau the next day.

As for the wedding dress and dress, you don't need to worry about it. I decided to major in fashion design in college, and I will cover all your clothes in the future.

"After being imprisoned, she was unlovable, and once again picked up the talent of design—"9304, since you know how to design clothes, don't let your talent go to waste.

In the future, you will work in the clothing production department of the prison. You will get more work points and have a chance to reduce your sentence.

"And later, Xingan strengthened her confidence in making clothes—"Sister Su, although our mother and daughter have only just come out of prison, we have the skills and abilities, so we won't starve to death."

In the future, if you make clothes at home, I will go out and distribute leaflets to you.

Such a pretty little face will be your model, and I guarantee that your order will fly home like snowflakes.

"From her natural love at the beginning to the support of people around her later, Su Qingyue devoted all her efforts.

For her, Xingan is her first child, and fashion design is her second child.

But tonight, in the cutting room where she has spent so many nights, she will bid farewell to her children with her own hands, and never touch fashion design again.

No matter how resolute and indomitable the heart is, it is unavoidable to be a little sad at this moment. Even looking at her skilled tailoring work, Su Qingyue's nose also unconsciously becomes sore.

She took a long breath, changed a piece of fabric and continued to spread.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps outside.

Although the man kept his footsteps as light as possible, the outskirts of the city at night were too desolate and empty, and even the slightest sound could be amplified countless times and poured into the human ear.

Su Qingyue twitched her ears and clenched the scissors in her hand.

he came?Soon, the footsteps were getting closer, and just as Su Qingyue took a defensive posture, the half-closed wooden door of the cutting room was suddenly knocked open.

Immediately afterwards, a gray and thin figure rushed in without any pause, with a hoarse voice and moisture all over his body after crying: "Su Qingyue, you are indeed here.

"The man started to howl after saying a few words, and at the same time, he leaped over the chopping board and rushed towards Su Qingyue: "I'm going to kill you!It was you who caused my child to be neither a human nor a ghost. He can only lie on the bed and suffer. I will kill you! "child.

suffer.

Several keywords were connected together, and Su Qingyue confirmed that this woman was the mother who stopped the car in front of the orphanage and reported her child with leukemia in real name, Miao Feng.

At first glance, Miao Feng had an overly sad and weak appearance, and was far away from Su Qingyue. When she pounced for the first time, Su Qingyue stepped back and easily avoided it.

"You're still hiding?" Miao Feng looked up at Su Qingyue in disbelief, her bloodshot eyes hidden in layers of messy hair, and under the light, there was a particularly terrifying aura.

She was furious, "Why do you have the face to hide? My little child was hurt like that by you, do you have any conscience?"