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It was a cheongsam for pregnant women, and it looked like it was designed for Su Mo.

She put a lot of effort into drawing a lot of collars and patterns.

Zhao Yinglian was inexplicably interested: "It's really rare to see winter cheongsams for pregnant women."

Chen Yue was a little shy: "Sister Su looks good in a cheongsam, so I just wanted to make one for her."

Su Mo smiled and held her hand: "Thank you."

Chen Yue's face turned redder and redder, but luckily Zhao Yinglian spoke.

"Use a lotus leaf collar for the collar. This look suits Momo best. Well... add a small piece of fur collar to keep warm."

"Sleeves, I think using inverted sleeves...well...isn't good either. It will make the sleeves look bloated. It's better to change them to normal sleeves and enlarge the cuffs."

Zhao Yinglian started drawing on the paper as she spoke.

Chen Yuedao: "Like retro lotus leaf sleeves?"

"It's not that complicated." Zhao Yinglian drew the pattern in a few strokes.

Chen Yue understood it as soon as he saw it.

"It's a bit like a combination of inverted sleeves and lotus leaf sleeves, but this one looks more concise and not too wide."

"Correct."

Zhao Yinglian looked at Chen Yue with admiration.

Sure enough, as Su Mo said, he was very talented and could get it done with just a few clicks.

Next, Zhao Yinglian continued the cheongsam and told Chen Yue many tips on clothing design. The more she talked about it, the more satisfied she became with Chen Yue and she wanted to continue talking.

Su Mo and Lu Yinuo looked at each other, quietly stood up and left the table, not to disturb them.

Lu Yinuo tugged on Su Mo's sleeve and whispered: "Sister Su, are you asking Yueyue and I to arouse Aunt Zhao's passion for fashion design?"

Su Mo called them over yesterday and only said that he wanted them to meet someone.

But Lu Yinuo and the others couldn't figure out what Su Mo was going to do.

When I get back, I will tell Aunt Lu about the matter and combine it with my understanding of Zhao Yinglian.

Aunt Lu quickly understood what Su Mo meant and asked the two of them to come over today. She even asked Chen Yue to bring the design drawings.

Strike while the iron is hot.

If you have time, you should let the two little girls come to Zhao Yinglian for a while.

Of course, Aunt Lu also has a layer of selfishness.

She also wanted to know what Zhao Yinglian's design level was.

Su Mo smiled: "That's right. But it doesn't matter whether you can do it or not. Don't feel pressured."

It's not good to be too deliberate.

What she needs is the innocence and simplicity of the two girls.

Lu Yinuo sighed: "That can only be left to Yueyue. I don't have any good designs that I can come up with."

"How is that possible?" Su Mo said with a smile, "I heard from Aunt Lu that you are very good at drawing patterns. Patterns are also very important in design drawings!"

"Really?" Lu Yinuo's eyes lit up.

Su Mo nodded.

Lu Yinuo jumped up excitedly: "Haha, even Sister Su said that I draw well, so I must be good at drawing."

"Ah, yes, I have a pattern that I want to draw and give to Sister Su."

She rushed to where her backpack was, took out a stack of drawing paper, lowered her head and started drawing seriously.

A room full of people, all working hard on paper.

On the contrary, Su Mo became the one doing nothing.

Su Mo couldn't help but laugh. Thinking of yesterday's announcement that he would put a new welfare picture online, he took a pen from the table and started drawing.

Her welfare pictures usually depict beautiful men in ancient styles, but this time when she picked up the pen, she was inexplicably reminded of Gu Chen in the wind and snow yesterday.

When the snowball was stuffed in, a flake of snow rose up behind him, like a layer of mist.

Gu Chen's eyes kept meeting hers.

There is surprise, anger, helplessness and...

As Su Mo thought, his men quickly drew the person.

In the white snow, a plum blossom stretched out diagonally, complementing the paper lanterns placed on the ground, illuminating the snowy night warmly.

A man in black robes stood coldly.

He was holding a ball of snow in his hand, with the snowflakes rising behind him, and he was smiling faintly in front of him.