The happy daily life of routine sea king

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the exhibition ended on time. According to the arrangement, the designers participating in the competition for the new series of Hongyan Pavilion all came to an empty meeting room on the second floor.

The sales volume of the series designed by Wen Jiahan only ranked third. He thought he was out of business, but found that Qian Xiaoqiao did not show up.

Before Mr. Zeng came, the two designers behind him chatted: "I heard that Qian Xiaoqiao quit on his own initiative."

Wen Jiahan heard these words like rain from the sky, and couldn't help but listen more carefully.

"No way, she has a great chance of winning?"

"You didn't see that she didn't come this meeting. I heard from Assistant President Zeng."

Since the assistant said it must be true, Wen Jiahan set off firecrackers in his heart.

Some people around also asked curiously: "Are you sure she quit? Doesn't that mean that there is a lack of a strong competitor?"

"Less is less, but don't think too much about your level."

"Think about what's wrong, I'm not a major in costume design, so I'll have fun participating in this!"

Wen Jiahan didn't understand what they said later, he only knew that without Qian Xiaoqiao, he would be in the top two, and he had a good relationship with Mr. Zeng, who else could he choose?

He was fantasizing happily when Mr. Zeng walked in hurriedly, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere, the people who were chatting fell silent, and everyone looked at Mr. Zeng in confusion.

Mr. Zeng looked around and pointed at Wen Jiahan: "You, get out of here immediately!"

Wen Jiahan was stunned: "Mr. Zeng, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Zeng took a stack of paper-like things from his assistant and threw them at him fiercely, "You have the nerve to ask, you actually exhibited plagiarized works! You even colluded to make trouble on the catwalk?! "

When the other designers heard this, they were quite surprised. In front of the person involved, they didn't dare to eat melons openly, they just whispered.

Words such as "plagiarism" and "he's finished" pierced Wen Jiahan's ears like needles. He glanced at the pictures scattered on the ground from the corner of his eye. The comparison with the plagiarized works made him panic, and he didn't even bother to pick them up. pick up.

How is it possible, he chose the works of foreign niche designers, how could he be discovered all of a sudden!

And how did the matter of tripping Qian Xiaoqiao get out? !

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, but he still instinctively argued: "I didn't, you believe me, I came up with these things myself, as for making troubles, I don't have the guts..."

Mr. Zeng sneered a few times: "It's useless to tell me. Your story has been spread all over the exhibition. I don't think many companies will dare to cooperate with you in the future."

"Did it spread?" Wen Jiahan stammered and repeated.

He can refuse to admit that he tampered with Qian Xiaoqiao's model, but plagiarism can be said to be taboo in the design industry.

It's over, it's over...

Looking at his gray face, Mr. Zeng showed no mercy: "You don't use your brain when you do things."

He commanded his assistant: "Get this person out, don't be an eyesore here."

Wen Jiahan seemed to be stunned by the blow, and was taken out without any resistance.

The assistant threw him in the corridor, and before he recovered, he was so soft that he fell to the ground.

Several designers from other companies happened to pass by, and when they saw him looking like a bereaved dog, they clearly showed mocking expressions.

One even deliberately threw a wad of crumpled tissues on Wen Jiahan's head while passing by.

Balls of paper rolled from his head, and he stared lifelessly at the trash on the floor, as if seeing his worthless future self.

The meeting room fell silent, and Mr. Zeng was not in the mood for a long speech. He hastily announced the winning designer and the signing time, and then left, leaving a few designers looking at each other in blank dismay.

The male designer who ranked first in sales broke the silence and shook hands with the female designer who was selected together: "Congratulations, we will be colleagues in the future, please take care of me."

The female designer dressed in exotic clothes smiled politely and charmingly: "You're welcome, I still have to learn more from you."

She glanced at the scattered papers on the ground, and what she said the night before came to mind.

Yesterday, a god-like man in dirty clothes approached her: "Want to win?"

She said without thinking, of course, that she wanted to win.

The other party tugged at the clothes on his body: "Wen Jiahan acted quickly, maybe you can find out something, and there is something wrong with his design."

"what is the problem?"

Xi Yi didn't speak any more, made a "shh" gesture and left.

Without Wen Jiahan, she can be among the top three, and the possibility of being selected is much higher.

She didn't sleep all night, and finally found out about Wen Jiahan's "design problem".

But why did Xiyi help her?In order to find out, she asked Xiyi to meet again.

Knowing that she had found the evidence, he didn't show any expression: "You did a good job."

"You can tell Qian Xiaoqiao why you helped me."

"Don't worry, she won't enter Hongyan Pavilion, you can enjoy the victory in advance." Xi Yi seemed to know what she was worried about, and smiled mysteriously.

She didn't believe it at the time, but only now did she realize that he was telling the truth.

But she still couldn't see what that man was thinking. There was only one thing for sure, she didn't like dealing with Xi Yi.

He didn't seem to be interested in anything, but he was able to use other people's hands to solve his opponent in a calm and calm manner. Now that he thought about it, she was a little bit afraid.

The dispute over the high-end line designers of Hongyan Pavilion was settled, and the treat Qian Xiaoqiao promised was fulfilled.

The three of them went to a restaurant with good reviews near the hotel.

Seeing that Qian Xiaoqiao ordered several bottles of wine as soon as he was seated, Ling Yugui hesitated to speak.

To be honest, he was hesitating whether to mention the cooperation with Qian Xiaoqiao, after all, he needed to invest a lot of money.

He has a heart ache.

Maybe it was something hidden in his heart, Qian Xiaoqiao became drunk after a while, and said with emotion: "When I returned to China, I thought that the fashion industry was in the development period, and I liked it, so I could do something, but it turned out to be nothing."

She raised her glass to the two of them: "I've wasted your time. In order to thank you, I would like to toast you."

"Wait a minute, Miss Qian, we also have a few words to say."

She was about to drink it all down, but Xi Yi stopped her. After finishing speaking, he looked at Ling Yugui.

The message conveyed in the radiant and beautiful eyes is self-evident.

Ling Yugui felt like a duck being caught on the shelves. Under Qian Xiaoqiao's half confused and half puzzled eyes, he tentatively said, "Have you ever thought about starting a personal studio? Now there are many independent designers .”

"Yes, there are, but there are problems with funding and management, as well as publicity. I feel that I don't have enough energy."

"Miss Qian, how do you feel about our cooperation during this period of time?"

"Very good, your ability to bring goods is very good."

Ling Yugui said step by step: "Although the matter of Hongyan Pavilion has become obsolete, our cooperation can still continue, and maybe it will grow gradually, what do you think?"

"You mean, we cooperate to make the brand 'Xiangyingxiu'?"

Seeing that Qian Xiaoqiao finally grasped the meaning, Ling Yugui urged: "Yes, in the early stage, we still use the current shipping mode and order from our live broadcast room, so that there will be no overstocking, the cost is not high, and the problem of publicity will be solved. "

"Other things can be prepared slowly. As for the initial funds, I will try my best to invest some. It is just a pure investment and will never interfere with your design direction."

Qian Xiaoqiao put down her wine glass: "Let me think about it."

Before Ling Yugui wanted to say something, Xi Yi picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl: "Try this beef, it tastes pretty good."

Ling Yugui said thank you reflexively, only to realize that Xi Yi was reminding him that it's too late, and the cooperation has to be done slowly.

In the second half of the dinner, no one took the initiative to bring up this topic, but Qian Xiaoqiao was obviously in a much better mood and drank a lot.

When paying the bill, Ling Yugui and Qian Xiaoqiao competed to pay the bill, and she accidentally fell into Ling Yugui's arms.

The color of wine dyed a rosy pink on her delicate cheeks, making her look pitiful.

But facing the partner, Ling Yugui didn't think too much, and just helped her up, while Qian Xiaoqiao kept apologizing in embarrassment.

When they returned to the hotel, they sent Qian Xiaoqiao back to the room first.

After saying goodbye to her, Ling Yu turned his head and saw Xi Yi throwing a sentence with a half-smile: "I'm pregnant again, doesn't it feel good?"

He felt that these words were a bit weird, maybe he was jealous.

But after asking this question, Ling Yugui seemed to be awakened.

That's right, Qian Xiaoqiao is a beautiful woman with good looks and potential, why he didn't feel at all when he helped her and a piece of wood just now.

Ling Yugui looked at his hands in disbelief. Is this the behavior of the former Neptune who immediately tried to strike up a conversation when he saw a beautiful woman's heart?

No, absolutely not.

Moving his gaze from his fingers to the opposite, Ling Yugui suddenly felt relieved.

He seems to know what all this is for, it seems that it is really for this person in front of him.

He really should be frank: "I don't feel anything, it's better if you get closer to me."

Xi Yi raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know." Ling Yugui not only wanted to say, but also planned to put it into action.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but he walked boldly day and night. This person molested himself every day, so it's time for him to go back to molesting him.

One step, another step.

Ling Yugui stared at Xi Yi's gradually enlarged face, and was dissatisfied to find that Xi Yi was not moved at all.

Smiling and calm, as if he were simply walking by.

Can't make him so proud.

Ling Yugui was thinking, but he didn't pay attention to his feet, he staggered and fell forward.

The result was as he had imagined, falling into Xiyi's arms, but there seemed to be something wrong with the process.

Smelling the faint scent of orange blossoms on the opponent, Ling Yugui put aside his doubts.

Whether he's right or not, he wrapped his arms around Xiyi's back, hanging on him like a baby.

There was one thing that made him dissatisfied, Xi Yi didn't even hug him.

Ling Yugui raised his head: "Why are you in a daze?"

"what happened?"

"Then why don't you come and hug me?"

"Is this considered coquettish?"

Acting like a baby is not suitable to describe a man, Ling Yugui shook his head: "I just want, want to take advantage of you!"

"I don't know who took whose..." Xi said in a low voice.

Ling Yugui didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Xi Yi didn't speak any more, but hugged him gently.

Ling Yugui's entire face was buried in the socket of his shoulder, and he squinted his eyes in comfort like a cat.

The two hugged and stood in the corridor for a while, until the aunt who pushed the cleaning cart came out of the elevator.

The sound of her knocking on the door startled Ling Yugui, and he withdrew his hand abruptly: "Someone is here..."

Only then did he realize that the two of them were staying in the same room in a hotel, so later on...

Before deciding whether to develop to that extent, Xi Yi held his shoulder: "I drank a lot today, let's go back to the room to rest."

"okay……"

The other party didn't seem to think much about it, Ling Yugui nodded, feeling a little lost for some reason.