Yu Zhi's voice was a little loud, and Wen Rao was worried that he would scare Jingjing.

He hurriedly pulled Zhan Yan into the yard.

As soon as I entered, I saw Jingjing and Yuzhi fighting over a piece of clothing.

"Jingjing."

Wen Rao shouted, and when Jingjing turned her head to respond to her, her hands loosened and the clothes were snatched away by Yu Zhi.

"Are you... okay?"

Wen Rao asked tentatively.

Jingjing shrugged.

"I was doing laundry, and when I saw his clothes thrown on the workbench, I thought I'd wash them.

It's just a coat, not underwear, and he's overreacting."

Jingjing also understands that men and women should not touch each other.

But the coat isn't sensitive, so why are you so nervous?

"Maybe Yuzhi's coat is made of gold."

Wen Rao's joke made Zhan Yan laugh and also relaxed Yu Zhi's tense expression.

Wen Rao took Jingjing's hand and stood aside.

"Jingjing, Yu Zhi is your boss, you still have to listen to him."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, Jingjing nodded obediently.

"I understand. From now on, I will not touch any of the boss's personal belongings without his permission."

Jingjing cherishes this job very much and doesn't want to lose this opportunity because of some misunderstandings.

I was just pulling at my clothes because I couldn't figure it out.

After all, as Yu Zhi's only employee, she wanted to know more about Yu Zhi.

"Yuzhi, have you chosen Raorao's dress?"

Zhan Yan changed the subject and followed Yu Zhi into the house.

"Yuzhi, I'm sorry to bother you again."

Wen Rao said sorry.

She knew Yu Zhi was very busy and wanted to make do with her previous dress.

But thinking that it was the first time to appear in the Chamber of Commerce, representing the Zhan family and Qingshan Pavilion, he could not steal the limelight from the host family, but he could not just make do with it.

And when she came, she didn't expect to stay for so many days, and she had worn all the dresses before.

If the new dress is airlifted in, the stylist and others must also come along.

Wen Rao thought it was too troublesome, so Zhan Yan suggested going to find Yu Zhi, and the two hit it off.

"No trouble. If someone I approve of comes to see me every day, that's fine."

Yu Zhi said this and patted Zhan Yan on the shoulder.

“This is a couple’s evening dress I designed last year.

The style and color are neither exaggerated nor eye-catching.

You try it. "

Yu Zhilian even prepared Zhan Yan's dress.

The two of them went to the fitting room and changed their clothes.

Wen Rao was wearing a slim-fitting lilac-colored long skirt, and the pleated design at the waist made the skirt look more playful and lively.

Zhan Yan was wearing a more traditional dark suit, but the collar of the shirt he wore underneath was the same color and texture as Wen Rao's skirt.

There is a hint of leisure and ease in the solemnity.

"Jingjing, take a look, what's wrong?"

Yu Zhi pointed at Wen Rao's dress and asked Jingjing a question.

Jingjing's eyes fell on the hem of her skirt.

“The skirt is a bit long, and when it was designed, it was probably made for a model with a height of 178cm or above.

But if you cut off a piece, the curve of the skirt will not look good.

If you use a ribbon to hold it in, it will look cheap.”

Jingjing frowned and looked at the hem of her skirt, thinking about a solution.

She has been interested in fashion design since primary school, often writing and drawing, and making clothes for dolls with unwanted discarded fabrics.

I have a talent for this.

Yu Zhi raised his eyebrows and asked,

"How do we solve this problem?"

“The length of the skirt remains the same, but there are cutouts below the knee.

This will reduce the visual impact of the skirt being too long.”

After Jingjing finished speaking, she took a deep breath and looked at Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi kept frowning with a serious expression.

Jingjing wasn't sure what he was thinking and looked at him nervously.

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