"Sorry, I seem to have entered the wrong store. My friend is waiting for me. I have to go there quickly. Goodbye!"
Jiang Ranxi was afraid that the clerk would become suspicious, so she hurriedly made an excuse.
She ran a long way and even went downstairs before leaning against a marble pillar to catch her breath.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the photo he had just secretly taken. The girl's dress was clearly photographed.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, as if she had imagined herself wearing it.
It’s really beautiful, so beautiful!
It is worthy of being designed by a famous artist. No matter it is the first time or several times, I am always amazed.
Jiang Ranxi couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't wait any longer and called someone directly.
"Sister Fangfang! I have a photo of a skirt here. Can you make me an exact same one? I'm in a hurry. It must be done tomorrow!"
The other party replied, "That's no problem. Send me the photo."
"Sister Fangfang, you are the best!" Jiang Ranxi felt happy that God was helping her, so she switched her phone to the WeChat page and sent the photo.
Saw it soon over there.
However, an exclamation came from the mobile phone, "Oh my god! Is this designed by Chanelse? Ran Xi, this is not good! The designs designed by these famous designers are copyrighted, and I can't follow the pattern. This is Plagiarism! If the other party pursues it, I..."
Jiang Ranxi said, "What does this have to do with it? No one knows that you did it! Oh, Sister Fangfang, just help me. Please, just this time, just help me this time!"
"Oh, then... I'll change some places..."
"No! It must be exactly the same. I must make it exactly the same. It cannot be changed, not even a little bit!" Jiang Ranxi insisted.
Finally, after her hard work, the other party agreed.
After Jiang Ranxi hung up the phone, her lips were full of satisfaction. "Mu Xiaoxiao, so what if Master Jie customized a dress for you? In the end, I am the one who wears this dress and dances with Master Jie!"
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Han Qiqing couldn't bear it anymore and called Xiaoxiao, but found that she couldn't get through.
Xiaoxiao shut down!
This frightened Qiqing, thinking it was Xiaoxiao who saw the WeChat message she sent, and was so sad after knowing about it.
"What to do? What to do? What to do!"
Han Qiqing pulled Song Shijun's clothes back and forth, extremely anxious.
"Don't pull on my clothes, they will be torn by you." Song Shijun quickly saved his clothes.
Han Qiqing said anxiously, "Xiaoxiao turned off her phone! She saw it. She must have seen the message I sent her. She knows about it. She must be very sad now. Maybe she is hiding somewhere and crying. Woolen cloth!"
Song Shijun asked, "Could it be that her phone is out of battery?"
Han Qiqing glared at him, "Do you think it's such a coincidence?"
Song Shijun frowned and felt a little worried, "Indeed, Xiaoxiao will be very sad if he finds out."
"No! I'm going to find Xiaoxiao! Where do you think she will be? She was in Yin Shaojie's office before..." Han Qiqing thought for a while, turned around and ran upstairs.
When she arrived at the door of Yin Shaojie's office, she knocked hard, but no one responded.
Xiaoxiao is not inside.
Where did Xiaoxiao go? Where is she now
Han Qiqing was so anxious that she pulled Song Shijun's sleeve again, "Hurry up and think of a solution! Where will Xiaoxiao go?"
Song Shijun had no choice but to let her pull.
(End of chapter)