After a while, he handed the report to Ade, and said in a cold voice, "It's ruined."
Ade took it: "Yes, master."
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Anmei Group Tailoring Department.
Song Wuyou looked at the machines placed in the department and was stunned.
She can make clothes, but it's needlework, stitch by stitch.
She doesn't know anything about these tailoring machines in front of her.
Seeing her confused face, An Changgong asked amusedly, "You don't know how to use a sewing machine?"
Song Wuyou nodded honestly: "No."
The original owner had never used this kind of thing, and she had never seen such a thing in her previous life.
An Changgong smiled gently, dignified and elegant, "Didn't you say you can tailor?"
Song Wuyou didn't know how to explain it.
"I have prepared all the fabrics you need." An Changgong led Song Wuyou into a quiet tailor room.
There is only one tailoring machine inside, and a large flat table next to the tailoring machine, with many bolts of fabrics of different colors neatly placed.
A basket next to the cloth holds various gadgets for making clothes.
Song Wuyou walked over and touched the fabric, it felt so good!
"According to your request, there are two bolts of silk." An Changgong looked at Song Wuyou with a smile in his eyes.
Song Wuyou turned around, looked at An Changgong with a smile, "Thank you."
An Changgong smiled slightly: "I am happy to help you."
"Time is running out, I'm about to start construction." Song Wuyou said.
An Changgong looked at her: "You really don't need help?"
At least a seamstress is needed to teach her how to use the sewing machine.
Song Wuyou smiled: "No need."
"But you don't know how to use a tailoring machine." An Changgong said.
"Handmade is more delicate."
An Changgong's eyes were as dark as ink, and surprise flashed across his eyes, "Are you going to make the dress in the drawing by hand without a sewing machine?"
Song Wuyou didn't feel anything, and nodded: "En."
An Changgong couldn't help laughing and said, "It's incredible."
When will such complicated clothes be made
Song Wuyou smiled and said: "There are many incredible things in this world."
For example, she was reborn here.
"I'm looking forward to it." An Changgong said.
"I'm also looking forward to it." Song Wuyou removed the fabric, An Changgong saw this, and came forward to help.
"Do you need my help?" An Changgong asked.
Song Wuyou thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Not yet."
"Okay, then I'll go back to work. If you need to find me or my secretary, we will have dinner together at noon."
Song Wuyou didn't think too much, and nodded, "Yes."
After An Changgong went out, Song Wuyou started to work.
She didn't even need to look at the picture she drew, but she measured the fabric needed, marked it, and then cut it.
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noon.
Gu Yanhao sat at the dining table coldly with a gloomy face.
Song Wuyou, that dead woman, didn't she say she came back for lunch in the morning
Why haven't you come back yet
He also specially asked Xu Jing to make a lot of delicious, nutritious, light, and nourishing foods.
It's already half past one, and she hasn't come back yet, what a shame!
As time passed by, Gu Yanhao's face became colder and colder.
Even the temperature in the whole villa is dropping.
Even Xu Jing who was outside the villa felt that a storm was coming.
Miss, why don't you come back
At this time, Song Wuyou was making clothes non-stop...