Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 12 I listen carefully to your voice (please read it~)

A certain mansion in Shanghai.

After sitting in the car arranged by Liu Xiaoli, I returned home smoothly.

Seeing that her mother was not at home, Liu Qianqian, who felt a little tired from the long journey, couldn't wait to get into the bathroom as soon as she entered the door.

After a relaxing bubble bath.

Wearing white silk pajamas, she wrapped her wet hair in a soft towel, took a brief look in front of the mirror, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I went out, I was just about to run to my big bed to catch up on a peaceful sleep.

She heard a familiar cough coming from outside the open door, and a sweet smile appeared on her slightly tired face.

"Mom~, when did you come back?"

Her voice fell, and she ran from the bedroom to the living room with joyful steps.

"I came back when you were taking a shower." Liu Xiaoli hid the fatigue in her eyes and said with a smile.

"I'm back with a gift for you." When she met her mother, Liu Qianqian took Liu Xiaoli's arm and searched for the Hermès paper bag placed on the living room table with her eyes, a little coquettishly, "Let's see if you like it."

"It's a scarf again, right?"

"Hehe." Liu Qianqian smiled and nodded.

"Okay, if you're tired, go to bed early. Don't you have to fly to Wanwan tomorrow? The person in charge there even called to communicate today."

Liu Xiaoli glanced at her daughter dotingly.

Feeling the care in her mother's eyes, Liu Qianqian said "oh" obediently, but pouted, looking like she was reluctant to let go.

It's like, Mom, if you don't see the gift I gave you, I will stay by your side.

"Okay, mom, open it now." When Liu Xiaoli saw this, she smiled and shook her head, stretched out a finger to point to the bag in question, and asked, "Which one is for mom?"

"hey-hey."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qianqian pulled her mother to the table with her joyful laughter, and peeked into the bag, "This is for you, this is for me."

Mother Liu asked casually: "What did you buy for yourself?"

"An illustration, quite nice."

"illustration?"

"Well, it was designed by a Chinese designer. He's quite interesting."

"Oh? Chinese designer?"

The kind-faced Liu Xiaoli picked up the silk scarf box from the bag and looked at the flash of light in her daughter's eyes with curiosity.

The Hermès bag on the table was not very big, so at first, she thought Liu Qianqian had bought a body shirt or scarf of the same brand with it.I never thought it was an associate illustrator and a Chinese designer.

"Like it very much?" she asked.

"Of course."

Facing her mother, Liu Qianqian naturally wouldn't hide anything. She smiled and was about to say something else. Zhao Xin, who had already returned to the guest room to rest, suddenly ran out in a panic wearing slippers.

"Oh no…"

Seeing Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian having a warm exchange in the living room, her sudden voice got stuck as soon as she made a syllable.

But it was still successful and attracted the attention of the two people.

"What's wrong, Xinxin? Are you panicking? What happened?" The moment Liu Xiaoli looked back, her brows could not help but frown slightly.It's not that she feels disturbed, but that she understands this girl Zhao Xin.

Unless she encountered something difficult, she would be so out of control.

"Ah..." The moment Zhao Xin saw Liu Xiaoli, her panicked heart seemed to find support because of the press release. She said:

"Auntie, Sister Sissi has been edited online again, and this time many drafts have been posted online."

"Public draft?" Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian expressed surprise at the same time.

Zhao Xin looked embarrassed and nodded, "It's the designer we met at the airport yesterday. The reporter photographed it, and then they compiled a lot and posted it online."

<divclass="contentadv">"Designer? Is it the illustrator you just mentioned?" Liu Xiaoli turned her head and looked at her daughter.

"...Mom, I specialize in making clothes, and the illustrations are just random drawings."

Liu Qianqian frowned and explained to Xiang Yang. She didn't know why, but she wanted to explain the other person's occupation.But at this moment, she suddenly felt awkward.

Press releases, programming, networking…

She has become accustomed to the trouble caused by these phrases that are closely related to her.

But when she thought that she had dragged Xiang Yang, whom she had only met for a while, into the situation, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed on her face.

A little bit, I feel sorry for others.

He should be very concerned, right?

Did I bring him trouble?

"Auntie, how do we solve this matter? Are we still going to let it go? If Sister Qianqian is always being slandered like this, then..." Just as Liu Qianqian was blaming herself in her heart, Zhao Xin looked at her with a look of help. To Liu Xiaoli.

After all, this kind of thing requires her to set the tone first.

"Don't worry, tell me what happened yesterday first."

Liu Xiaoli sighed and waved her hand, signaling Zhao Xin to calm down her emotions first. Then she held her daughter's hand and said softly:

"Do you have the designer's phone number? Let's communicate with him first and apologize."

"Well, okay mom, I'll go right away."

When Liu Qianqian heard this, she quickly let go of her mother's arms and clasped her little hands on her chest, wondering how to communicate.

……

"Are you sick, Jiang Mumu? When did I feel sorry for your Sissi?"

In the taxi, Xiang Yang, who was sitting in the back seat, was rushing home. Before the car reached the 4th ring road, he received a call from Jiang Mumu.

He also wanted to praise the other party for not having any ink marks at all. The moment he connected the phone, he heard Jiang Mumu's angry curse:

"Xiang Yang, what kind of man are you?!"

The little girl's clear voice was so harsh that even the experienced taxi driver in front couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Don't make excuses. Do you know how hard our Sissi works? Do you know that my master is currently voting for the four most beautiful women? Aren't you pouring dirty water on my Sissi?"

Before Xiang Yang could answer, Jiang Mumu's questioning words came one after another.

"I..." When Xiang Yang heard this, he felt a little familiar in his confusion.

"What am I! My Sissi is so pretty and willful! What does it mean to have nothing to say? When you were at the airport just now, didn't you praise her for her beauty! How dare you say that in private, a duplicitous man, in front of reporters? In front of you, just..."

"You are stupid." After Xiang Yang said that, he hung up the phone in disgust.

He smiled coquettishly at the taxi driver who was looking at him through the rearview mirror and said, "I met a friend. I'm a crazy fan. I'm sorry, Master."

"Idiot fan?" The driver coughed and complained: "What you said is quite appropriate. I think my daughter is also quite idiotic. It's not easy for me to earn a little money by working every day. It’s good for her, she’s either voting for this one or voting for that one today.”

"Oh, right." Xiang Yang answered casually. He didn't know what to say and was about to look out the window in embarrassment when the urgent ringtone rang again.

He answered the phone, ready to use his words to have a serious conversation with a certain female star's crazy fan.

Before he could open his mouth, a smart and soft voice came into his ears from the receiver.

The sound is slightly low, so you need to listen carefully to hear it clearly.

"Is this Mr. Xiang Yangxiang?"

"you are?"

"Yes... I'm sorry..."

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