Chapter 1289: I Can't Complain About Me

A week later, Nursery Rhymes came to the studio to pick up the design.

On the design draft, Su Wansheng deliberately asked Song Zhiyue not to sign.

Looking at the two design drafts in his hand, the nursery rhyme asked Su Wansheng in a roundabout way: "Mrs. Lu, which one of these you designed?" ”

Su Wansheng will not be so stupid, if she says which one she designed, the nursery rhyme will definitely be picky about the other.

Nursery rhymes didn't dare to offend her, so when they didn't know which one was her masterpiece, nursery rhymes didn't dare to spray and provoke.

She smiled slightly: "Is Miss Tong still satisfied with these two dresses?" ”

The nursery rhyme is ambiguous: "Mrs. Lu can personally design clothes for me, of course I am satisfied, but I don't know which one of them was designed by Mrs. Lu?" ”

Su Wansheng's face kept a quiet smile: "The one you hold in your right hand is designed by me." ”

As she thought, as soon as she finished speaking, the nursery rhyme pretended to look at the design draft in her right hand, nodded and said "not bad", and then looked at the design draft in her left hand, frowned, and was not satisfied with the picky.

"The style of this dress is not fashionable at all, and I am not satisfied with the design of the waist here."

"Really? Let me see. Su Wansheng stepped forward and took the design draft from the nursery rhyme's hand, "oops", when the nursery rhyme looked at her, she said apologetically, "Miss Tong is sorry, this is what I designed, since you are not satisfied, it seems that I have to redesign it for you, but I don't know if the time is too late?" ”

The face of the nursery rhyme froze for a moment, and looked at Su Wansheng inquiringly: "Is this really yours?" ”

Su Wansheng saw that she didn't believe it, so she turned over the design draft in her hand, and there was her name in the lower right corner of the back, and the handwriting was beautiful and clean.

The nursery rhyme is a little bad for herself, she originally wanted to trouble Song Zhiyue, but she didn't expect to make a mistake, if she offended Su Wansheng because of this, then she would be in trouble.

She immediately laughed: "Mrs. Lu, I was just joking just now, and I am quite satisfied with this dress." ”

"Are you sure? Or I'll change it for you, or redesign it. Su Wansheng looked like she was thinking about her.

"No, I think this dress looks pretty good......" The nursery rhyme said a lot of nice things.

"It's good that Miss Tong can be satisfied." Su Wansheng smiled quietly.

Nursery rhyme paid the rest of the money and left with the blueprints.

As soon as Su Wansheng came out of the reception room, Song Zhiyue walked over.

She asked, "How, did she pick on the thorns?" ”

Su Wansheng told what happened just now, and Song Zhiyue's stomach hurt with a smile.

"Sheng Sheng, sure enough, it is close to Zhu Zhe Chi, and close to ink is black, you have learned Senior Lu's belly black in a good way, and the nursery rhyme must be."

Su Wansheng was also very helpless: "She came to find fault first, and she can't complain about me." ”

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On the weekend, Song Zhiyue and Feng Chen were called home by Wen Mei for dinner.

Wen Mei was fine when she called them, and when they returned to Feng's house, they saw Wen Mei's angry face as soon as they entered the living room.

All the servants of the Feng family gathered together and stood in front of her with their heads bowed.

Liang Weirong was also there, sitting on the sofa and playing with her mobile phone.

Wen Mei looked at the maid with an angry face: "Who buried the princess?" ”

The servants shook their heads.

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a moment, the princess was killed and buried again?

She looked at Liang Weirong, who didn't care about herself, holding her mobile phone and didn't know what she was doing, and frowned slightly.

At this moment, a snow-white ball came out from under the sofa.

(End of chapter)