The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Su Mowan couldn't help but glance at Su Yanran, but saw Su Yanran slightly raised her brows, with a smug smile on her lips.

After getting Su Mowan's design draft last night, she spent a lot of money to register during non-working hours.

In the design industry, most of the time, whoever registers the work first will own it. Even if Su Mowan is really original, there is nothing she can do about it.

When Li Qiuyang saw that Su Mowan hadn't spoken, his expression suddenly became severe, and he warned sharply: "I don't know what happened between you sisters, maybe there are many conflicts and dissatisfaction between you, but no matter what the reason, you can't be together in such a situation." The occasion accused Su Yanran of plagiarism out of thin air.

Su Mowan, if you can't come up with a reasonable explanation, you will not only be disqualified from the finals this time, but you will also be blocked by the entire fashion design industry in the future. "

The people present agreed with Li Qiuyang's words very much, and people kept clamoring to kick Su Mowan out of this final.

Facing the accusations from everyone, Su Mowan remained calm: "What if I can prove my innocence?"

Su Mowan's firm gaze moved Li Qiuyang's heart slightly. Thinking of the overbearing man who invited him here, Li Qiuyang made a serious promise: "If you can prove your innocence, you can also prove that everything you said is true. Then, my own personality promises to give you the most just judgment."

"Then thank you, Teacher Li."

Su Yanran looked at Su Mowan indifferently, without any guilt or anxiety.

As early as when she decided to let Su Mowan be the shooter behind her, she had already ordered her to tell her every design inspiration.

She even participated in the whole process of making the ready-to-wear later on. Su Mowan's wish to prove his innocence in this way was simply a dream.

Su Mowan's eyes flicked past Gu Yanyan and Su Yanran's model, and finally landed on Su Yanran: "Su Yanran, I have a question, can you answer it?"

Su Yanran was elegant and generous: "You ask."

"Are you sure you've finished making this dress?" Su Mowan asked coldly.

Su Yanran frowned involuntarily. What the hell did Su Mowan ask?

She took another look at the clothes on the model, and they were exactly the same as those on Gu Yanyan. Su Yanran looked at Su Mowan again, and saw her hands tightly clenched by her side.

Su Mowan was nervous.

Su Yanran suddenly realized that Su Mowan was lying to her.

Almost got scammed.

She smiled and said firmly: "Of course it has been completed. I am a professional designer and I will not use an unfinished work to entertain the public."

"Really?" Su Mowan smiled slightly: "But in my opinion, this is just an unfinished work."

After finishing speaking, she walked towards Li Qiuyang and said respectfully, "Mr. Li, can you lend me a match?"

Li Qiuyang didn't speak, but looked up at Su Mowan.

The people at the scene couldn't help but discuss it.

"What does Su Mowan mean by this? She suspected that the dress was a semi-finished product when she first opened her mouth, and now she is borrowing matches from Teacher Li Qiuyang. What is she trying to do? The plot failed, and she became angry out of embarrassment, and prepared to burn the dress with a fire?"

"So what if it's burned? That doesn't make Su Yanran's work hers."

"If you want me to say that someone like Su Moran should be kicked out of the finals directly, and she will be banned from the design world."

"that's right."

Su Mowan didn't take these arguments to heart, but just looked at Li Qiuyang: "Can Teacher Li do it?"

"Of course." Li Qiuyang said, "But I also want to remind you that arson and wounding are both felonies."

"Thank you, Teacher Li, for your reminder." Su Mowan picked up the match and walked from the judges' seat to the center of the catwalk.

"Su Yanran, plagiarism can indeed add honor to you, but it can also send you to purgatory."

When the words fell, Su Mowan had already lit the match in his hand, and then threw the match at Gu Yanyan's dress under the eyes of everyone in shock.

Countless people were so frightened that they wanted to cry out, but the cry was stuck in their throats before it could be heard.

Their eyes were full of astonishment, and it was impossible to describe this unbelievable scene in words.

The lit match quickly ignited after it landed on the fabric of the dress, but unexpectedly, it did not burn, but quickly became illusory, and then disappeared.

Gu Yanyan's dress also changed from pure white to black.

If you only look at the individual parts of this dress, it seems very ordinary, but it is quite different when you look at the overall combination.

This dress seems to have suddenly come to life, full of irresistible charm, just one glance can make people completely sink.

Darkness, loneliness, despair...and death.

The details of the dress incorporate Buddhist elements, life and death, reincarnation...

This is an extremely dangerous and difficult element to control. If it is not well designed, it will only make people feel depressing, and they are unwilling to take a second look.

But Su Mowan designed these details perfectly. Even though it is full of strong colors of despair, it will not make people feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, there is a sense of nobility and mystery everywhere, making people feel strangely affected in a trance. The call of the world.

Such a dress is enough to turn the most ordinary woman into a goddess, and it will also make all women crazy.

Gu Yanyan, who was wearing this dress at this moment, was no longer a goddess who was admired by everyone, but a witch who stepped out of the netherworld to rule the world.

Everyone can only kneel at her feet and worship her.

"God... oh my god, I can't breathe."

"Doctor, doctor, I think there is something wrong with my eyes again. Otherwise, I don't think the wings designed by Su Yanran are any different from ordinary clothes on the street."

"+1 upstairs. You're not the first to feel this way."

"I think I take back those words that scolded Su Mowan for plagiarizing the dog. It is impossible for a plagiarism dog who is good at opportunism to come up with such a work."

Li Qiuyang's eyes sparkled, and he asked, "Miss Su, can I ask you about the origin of this dress?"

Su Mowan was silent for a moment before saying: "It came from a dream of mine. In the dream, I got the best thing in the world."

Excellent talent and Mo Chenxiao's unswerving company until death.

"...But I was stupid and lost the treasure in my palm. I also became a grass on the ground, trampled and squeezed, and died miserably after being worthless."

outside the venue.

Sitting in the car, Mo Chenxiao stared at the ipad, and Su Mowan's voice came out clearly.

She was clearly telling a nightmare, but Mo Chenxiao's heart couldn't help but tighten. Every word made him sad and angry, as if he had really followed Su Mowan through the exploitation and betrayal in her dream.

"...Fortunately, I woke up and found that it was really just a dream, and I still held the most beautiful and best thing in this world in my hand."