The design on that design draft is a set of styles similar to the collar and sleeves of her dress in that era in her previous life.
But it is far inferior to the beautiful, elegant, and elegant skirts of her previous life...
Song Wuyou looked at the two pictures next to him, the style was still retro.
It's not far from the style of the skirt she saw in my Gu Chun brand store today.
She stared straight at the design draft, and Gu Yanhao saw it.
He raised his thin lips in a sneer.
He wanted to see how long she was going to pretend.
In the past, when she saw him looking at Song Jiuyue's design drafts, she would call him ugly.
Once, she even tore up other people's design draft emotionally.
Gu Yanhao thought to herself, she will definitely not be so calm today.
Sure enough, Song Wuyou turned around and showed him a pretty good smile, "Are these designed by Song Jiuyue?"
Gu Yanhao looked at her coldly, "Aren't you asking knowingly?"
"In previous years, I remember that her entries were fashion-oriented. Why is she going retro-style this year?"
"The clothing that won the championship will become the main style in the European and American markets. These styles of clothing will gradually become popular in Europe and the United States. If one of these works can win this championship, the reputation of the designer will be It will take the world by storm.”
Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou with a smile that was not a smile, his deep eyes were not warm at all, and continued: "At that time, the name Song Jiuyue will become popular in the design world, and she will become the queen that everyone looks up to. The idol that people look after."
Song Wuyou smiled, and looked at Gu Yanhao quietly.
Gu Yanhao has ulterior motives, don't think she doesn't know.
It was not the first time that he praised Song Jiuyue in front of her.
If it was the original owner, he would have yelled at him like crazy to shut up, and then stepped forward to grab the design draft and tear it up.
"With these works, you want to win the championship?" Song Wuyou looked at the design draft on the coffee table again and muttered in a low voice.
No matter how quiet her voice was, there were only them and Xu Jing in this large living room, and Gu Yanhao could still hear her clearly.
Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou sarcastically, it was normal for Song Wuyou who refused to admit Song Jiuyue's strength.
He said it all, she won't pretend for a long time.
No, it's back to its original shape, and it's still so disdainful.
"These works? Can you design a better work than this?" Gu Yanhao said coldly, with strong irony and sarcasm in his tone.
"I'm not a designer." Song Wuyou said.
"You are not a designer, why should you comment on these works?"
"Because the pieces are... ugly."
"Really?" Gu Yanhao swayed his body, spreading his hands on the back of the sofa, looking like an old man.
"Tell me, how ugly are these works?" He said coldly.
"If you can't tell, it's just ugly."
"Song Wuyou, you are not only jealous, but also ignorant."
Song Wuyou spread his hands, "There's no way, it's natural."
After a pause, Song Wuyou said, "Gu Yanhao, I don't need Gu's shares, but I want to work in Gu's."
"Don't even think about it!" When Gu Yanhao heard this, his eyes turned cold, and a cold breath suddenly exuded from his whole body.
Even the temperature in the living room dropped accordingly.