291 There is a private matter to be done
When Fang Ting'er came back, she saw Chu Huan's eyes red, while Xiao Moye was washing the dishes in the kitchen.
Well, although this is not the first time Fang Ting'er has seen Xiao Moye washing dishes and chopsticks, every time he sees it, it is still unavoidable to be shocked.
After all, it was Xiao Moye, Xiao Moye who was crazy infatuated by many women. If his fans know that he is washing dishes in their apartment, I'm afraid that all the women will drop their jaws.
Pulling Chu Huan back into the room, Fang Ting'er asked, "What's the matter, have you cried?"
Chu Huan smiled embarrassedly.
Fang Ting'er said again, "Could it be a quarrel with Xiao Moye, right?"
"No, no." Chu Huan hurriedly shook his head, "It's just that when I was cooking dumplings, I was accidentally splashed on my body by the hot water in the pot, and I cried in pain."
"Is that so?" Fang Ting'er glanced at her friend suspiciously, but did not see any traces of scalding on his body or face.
Chu Huan also knew that this reason was lame, but for a while, she couldn't find a better excuse, so she had to bite the bullet and nodded again.
Fortunately, Fang Ting'er didn't mean to go into the details. Instead, she opened her purse and took out a file bag. Inside were a few design drawings that Chu Huan lent Fang Ting'er for reference. "Huanhuan , Return these design drawings to you." Fang Ting'er said.
Chu Huan took the drawing and smiled and said, "How about it, is it helpful to your design?"
"Well, it's a bit." Fang Ting'er said slightly, her eyes wandering as she watched Chu Huan. In fact, yesterday, she had already handed over the same drawings as these six design drawings to the chief designer Lorraine. Because of the competition regulations, it must be a series of works, and the number of series works is 7 costumes. Therefore, there is still one piece of clothing missing.
Among the seven drawings Fang Tinger gave to Luo Lin yesterday, one was a garment she redesigned based on the style of the other six. She thought that she could pass the test smoothly, but she didn't want to be called to the office by Lorraine early this morning, and picked the design that was the only one drawn by herself in front of her.
"This design is still weak compared to the other six. The design is too conservative and more like clothing in the store. You go back and think about it to see if you can have better inspiration." Lorraine at the time Saying so.
And Fang Ting'er felt like she had been splashed with cold water from head to toe, making her cold all over her body.
Even if only one picture in this design is her own, is it still not enough? How much is Huanhuan missing? In college, she is obviously better than her professional grades!
But when she entered the society, she started to be nothing better than Huanhuan.
Whether it’s professional design, whether it’s a boyfriend, or the future...
Huanhuan and Xiao Moye, as long as there are no major accidents in the future, it will be smooth, but she can’t rely on Du Hai in that way. After all, Du Hai’s family is just a city. Only an ordinary family, she has to rely on herself!
"Huanhuan, isn't there another design in your designs? The design you decided to make for Xiao Moye at the beginning." Fang Ting'er said.
That design was taken away by Chu Huan alone at the time, and it was not included in these six design drawings. So Fang Ting'er made up her mind, if she really needs a design, then she needs that design.
"Yeah, what's the matter?" Chu Huan nodded.
"That design, can you lend me another look."
"Row."
Chu Huan responded happily, pulled out the design drawing from the bookcase and handed it to Fang Ting'er. Fang Ting'er was overjoyed and was about to take it. The door was tapped twice, and then Xiao Moye's voice came from outside the door, "Huan, inside?"
Chu Huan hurriedly stuffed the drawing into Fang Ting'er's hand and made a "hush" gesture. Fang Ting'er knows that this is not to say. It was a secret that Chu Huan made clothes for Xiao Moye, because he planned to surprise him in the future.
Fang Ting'er nodded, and Chu Huan walked out of the room and looked at Xiao Moye who was standing outside the door, "I was chatting with Ting'er just now, are the dishes washed?"
"Okay." He smiled lightly.
"Then I will make you coffee, wait!" Because of Xiao Moye's relationship, Chu Huan deliberately bought half of the first month's salary for a full set of coffee grinding tools. Of course, they were all civilians. If it’s a high-end brand, I’m afraid she won’t have enough salary for a few months.
"No need." He grabbed her and said, "I have something to do. I have to leave today."
"Is there still work to be done?" she asked.
He shook his head lightly and touched her bangs, "It's just that there are some private matters to be done."
He is not at ease if he doesn't do a little private matter!
In PUB's premium box, Lin Zixun was drinking desperately, while Wu Shao watched with a sigh. Actually, I knew today, so why bother
I remember that when everyone was still studying, he first saw Zixun’s love for Mo Ye. At that time, he reminded her, “Mo Ye is not a man who can love, if he really wants to love you , I've long been in love!"
And she answered him like this at the time, "It's just that he hasn't loved anyone. In the past few years, I've been the only girl around him who can be close to him. He has gotten used to me, but he still doesn't know it. The man Lin Zixun wants to love will definitely fall in love with me!"
At this moment, Wu Shao had nothing to say.
And when she knew that Xiao Moye fell in love with Chu Huan, she was also so drunk that night, and he stayed beside her in the same way.
"Wu Shao, you said, if I leave Mo Ye now, stay far away, and suddenly disappear into his life, will he feel uncomfortable, will he regret it, will he find out that he actually loves Is it me?"
She deceived herself and asked, and he ruthlessly crushed her deceit, "No, Mo Ye gave up anyone, you or me, but he just can't give up Chu Huan. When will you see you? However, Mo Ye will do something because of a person’s word, and he is still filming. You can imagine him standing in front of the camera like an actor, reciting his lines, acting in a script, and listening Is the director's scolding?"