After the fake daughter’s true feelings were leaked, she was completely ruined

As evening approaches, the lanterns begin to light up.

After Mr. Ye took the two worried people out of the police station, he threw the two brothers and sisters directly to their destination and drove away in a car.

Looking at the direction where the car exhaust disappeared, Ye Xunzhi covered his heart with his hands and said very artificially:

"Isn't my new part-time job enough to satisfy Grandpa? What should I do to make him look at me more?"

Ye Lan shook his head: "Obviously I am helping grandpa get connections in the police community, why doesn't he understand me?"

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and the two "frustrated people" helped each other into the venue.

The fashion show will be held at the top exhibition hall in the city center.

Many top designers from home and abroad gather here, some are specially invited to be judges, some come to compete, and some come to draw design inspiration.

"Why are you here so late? The day lilies I'm waiting for are almost cold." Yan Qingqing looked at her son with a bit of complaint.

Before Ye Lan could explain, Ye Xunzhi appeared from behind him, and Yan Qingqing's eyes immediately lit up.

"Know!"

Yan Qingqing couldn't wait to run over: "Let me give you some knowledge about the types of ducks, the little yellow duck, the Kodak duck, the Peking duck, and do you miss me duck!"

Ye Xunzhi also gave a big hug in return: "I miss you, I miss you like a tractor going up the mountain, with great vigor."

[Actually, I wanted to say that I pooped a lot today because I wanted you to poop again and again, but this one seems to have a bit of a smell. 】

Ye Lan: I’ll post this next time to make my brother sick.

Yan Qingqing attended as a special judge this time and had a separate rest room. She just asked her assistant to buy some snacks.

The three of them chatted in the lobby for a while. It was still some time before the fashion show officially started. They were going to go back to the room to eat and chat.

When passing through the corridor, the escape tunnel at the front stairway was suddenly pushed open. A thin man walked out with a mobile phone, followed by a young boy with a fair face.

After the man saw Yan Qingqing, the irritation that was lingering in his eyebrows disappeared without a trace in an instant. Then he folded his arms and raised his eyebrows in a strange manner.

"Ah, isn't this designer Yan Da? What a coincidence."

When Yan Qingqing saw that the other party had also entered a state of preparation for war, he twitched his lips:

"It turns out to be Designer Qi. I didn't expect you to be here too."

"No." Designer Qi smiled but said, "I am also a special guest judge this time."

He seemed to sigh unintentionally: "I really hope that I won't encounter any annoying people or things in the future clothing exhibitions."

Yan Qingqing said in a tone of complete agreement, "Indeed, but it's hard to say this kind of thing. After all, how do you know whether what you meet around the corner is love or shit."

"Giggle cluck."

"Hehehehe."

The two of them turned away in disgust at the same time, pretending that nothing happened and passed by each other. Ye Xunzhi noticed that the boy following designer Qi had an obviously bad look on his face.

As if he noticed her eyes, the boy looked over and saw a little girl and curled his lips.

After entering the rest room, Ye Xunzhi curiously asked Yan Qingqing:

"Who was the man Mama Yan just met? Was he your competitor?"

"He's not worthy yet."

Yan Qingqing folded her left leg over her right leg and took a calm sip of coffee, her eyes filled with the pride of standing at the top of her profession:

"He's just a clown who's jealous of me. We graduated from the same first-class design university, and we can be considered to have debuted at the same time, but he is getting further and further away from me. Naturally, he is not convinced. That person is very petty."

Ye Xunzhi opened the package of wagashi, stuffed one into his mouth, and asked strangely:

"Even so, there are so many top masters in the industry, why would he target you? Are you the only two who graduated from your design school?"

"Of course it's more than that." The answer this time was Ye Lan, who obviously knew about this matter and sneered:

"The problem is that he chased his mother back then. Ms. Yan was the school beauty of the design school back then, so that guy chased her and pursued her. After she rejected him, he couldn't love her, and he started to hate her because of love."

Ye Lan showed a look of recollection: "Later, because of giving birth to me, my mother quit the design circle for a while, and then entered again.

The man's name was Qi Heng. At that time, his reputation had surpassed that of his mother, so he suppressed and ridiculed her in various ways, trying to make her regret not following him.

But soon Ms. Yan's fame came back and she quickly gained a foothold. Of course, he felt unbalanced. "

Ye Lan joked: "I wonder what Ms. Yan thinks of this matter."

Yan Qingqing curled her lips: "I am the best."

After she finished speaking, she looked over to Ye Xunzhi, who was holding his cheek and listening to them quietly and said with a smile:

"Are Wagashi delicious? I asked my assistant to buy them specially."

Ye Xunzhi picked up a rabbit-shaped wagashi, handed it to Yan Qingqing, and praised:

"Not only does it look good, it's also delicious. It's worthy of being a product of our country Z."

Ye Lan was stunned: "Isn't it invented by the Kingdom of Little Japan?"

"No way." Ye Xunzhi took a peach-shaped wagashi and stuffed it into his second brother's hand and said:

"Wagashi originated in our country Z, the Tang Dynasty, and was passed on later. Even the earliest origin of cherry blossoms in the history books was our country Z, which was passed on during the Tang Dynasty."

After mentioning it casually, Ye Xunzhi turned to ask the question he was concerned about:

"Mother Yan, do you know the boy next to Qi Heng? I think he seems weird?"

"Boy?" Yan Qingqing thought for a while and then suddenly realized: "The boy you are talking about is his junior, and he can also be regarded as our junior."

Yan Qingqing pouted:

"That little boy is growing up well. Why did he meet such a senior brother? I've seen his design draft and it's quite spiritual."

"Junior..."

Ye Xunzhi heard these familiar keywords, why did they sound so familiar to her? She would never have heard such gossip from Yan's mother before.

Ye Xunzhi's eyes easily wandered when she thought about it, and she stared at the poster on the wall.

[Modu Fashion Show, December, competitor Qi Heng, junior... let’s eat Japanese sweets first. 】

Ye Xunzhi was thinking about it as he prepared to take it. His hands were faster than hers, and he took a wagashi and stuffed it into her mouth. Ye Lan fed it to the good man with agility, and listened with satisfaction and continued.

【Ah ah ah, I have an impression. 】Ye Xunzhi finally remembered that Yan Qingqing had indeed mentioned this matter to him before.

[If nothing else, that guy will kill King Tianliang today, because...]

Ye Lan was in high spirits and was ready to eat, but he didn't wait for the follow-up for a long time.

He turned his head in disbelief. Where was the process? !

After a closer look, Ye Xunzhi suddenly jumped up to Yan Qingqing, holding two copper coins, looking like a magic stick.

"Mother Yan, believe me, that person you hate will definitely suffer a bloody disaster tonight."

Yan Qingqing didn't take it seriously, but she was still very cooperative on the surface and said with a good-tempered smile:

"Really? Then I'll look forward to the prophet's prediction and hope that he will have bad luck."

[Don’t worry, he can definitely have bad luck. 】

Ye Lan is going dark: Then tell me, where is the process? ! !