Tyrant's Tough Love

"I..." Cang Ling was flattered and embarrassed. "I'm just kidding."

She really just teased him. Although she had such a dirty idea, she didn't have the courage to deceive him.

"I'm not kidding." Mou Yu answered her seriously, "Cang Ling, everything I said to you is not a joke."

His eyes were so firm that Cang Ling felt that all this was an illusion. She pinched her leg with a small force and felt the pain clearly.

"I..." Cang Ling counseled and returned the key to Mu Yu. "It's too expensive. I can't afford it. If I really drive this car to work, I think it will be sprayed again tomorrow. "

She almost ran away, even Mou Yu's eyes did not dare to face up, she ran into the elevator.

How come

She recalled what Mu Yu said to her that night. He said that he would stay with her for the rest of his life. This is equivalent to a confession. If Mu Yu is not joking, is it Really because you like her?

But why did he like her? What does she have to be liked by him?

Cang Ling shut herself up and sat on the bed. She felt her heart beat faster than usual. She didn't know how many times, even her face burned.

"What's the matter, Cang Ling? It's so unpromising that someone else's words make you so excited." Cang Ling said to herself.

However, as she said this, she could not help recalling the night before yesterday when Mu Yu washed her body and blew her hair.

Is that gentle Mou Yu real?

Cangling's mind seems to suddenly turn on a switch, her eyes a bright, with the inspiration of design.

She quickly picked up the drawing board and copied her imaginary pattern on the paper.

The brush danced on the paper and made a rustling sound. Mou Yu stood at the door and looked at her from a distance. The radian of her smile became deeper and deeper.

Two days later.

The clothing exhibition of the preliminary design competition was held in the exhibition hall.

Backstage, Su Xiaocheng and Cangling sit together, looking at the busy people around, involuntarily nervous.

"Xiaoling, how are you getting ready? Two days, will it affect your performance Su Xiaocheng didn't worry about herself at all. Instead, she was worried about Cangling.

"It's OK. It's already like this. Let's fight back." Cang Ling said, looking at the mobile phone, it's time for models to enter, and the exhibition will begin soon.

Because this exhibition is an internal competition, the models of each designer are separated, so they have never seen each other's ready-made clothes.

"Oh." Cang Qing wore a tight red fishtail skirt and stepped on high heels to Cang Ling. "Cang Ling, why are you sitting here? All the shortlisted designers are sitting in the front hall."

"Oh, dear." Cang Qing exaggerated smile, "I forgot, you are a substitute, is not qualified to sit with us, however, the exhibition hall is so big, there will always be a corner for you."

"Too much deception!" Su Xiaocheng is about to tear up with Cangqing.

"Little orange." Cang Ling quickly grabbed her, "forget it, don't worry about her."

Cang Qing covered her mouth, very proud, "what's the matter with you? I haven't seen you for a few days? Don't worry. I will ask the security guard to be lenient when I drive you out. "

She glanced at Cangling contemptuously and left with a twist.

"Too much!" Su Xiaocheng was so angry, "Xiaoling Ling, why do you stop me? I have to tear her mouth."

Cang Ling raised her right eyebrow and stared at Cang Qing's back with a bad smile, "don't worry Even if I don't get the first place, she won't get it. "

The music in the exhibition hall has already sounded, and the lights are in place. Su Xiaocheng and Cangling walk in.

"Go ahead." Cang Ling pushes Su Xiaocheng's shoulder. Su Xiaocheng's works are shortlisted. Naturally, she wants to sit in the front row.

"Well Don't be afraid, Xiaoling Su Xiaocheng is in a dilemma.

Cang Ling nodded and gave her a confident smile.

The host's voice rang, and all the people in the exhibition hall had arrived. Su Xiaocheng went to the front seat with her waist. Cangling looked along her figure and saw the position in the center of the front seat of the exhibition hall, which made her eyes tremble.

Mu Yu Mu Yu is here, too?

These days, she is busy designing her works. She basically goes out early and comes back late. Now when she looks at it, she has the feeling of seeing each other for a long time.

She is looking at him in a trance, see his head back, she quickly don't open eyes, don't want to collide with his sight.

Cang Ling sat in the last row, and the show began, because this time the order was divided according to the draw, and there was no fixed ranking for 50 shortlisted works.

As Cang Qing said, Cangling is a substitute, so she is at the bottom.

This is actually very disadvantageous. Because this kind of small catwalk is not like the international show, there is no finale. The more backward it is, the easier it is for the judges to cause aesthetic fatigue."Now, what will appear soon is the first prize of our preliminary contest, Miss Cang Qing's works."

The host's voice pulled Cangling's thoughts back.

She put on her glasses to see the stage more clearly.

T stage, a white skin tall foreign model slowly appeared in everyone's line of sight. The wedding dress of fans is different from the white of the previous few, which immediately gives people a bright feeling.

Under the light, pink and the model's skin color set off each other, just like a spirit who accidentally fell into the world. The smooth lines, the three-dimensional group pendulum, the Pearl lit neckline and the tight waist all reveal the pure and dreamy atmosphere of the girlhood.

The model walked to the center and showed 360 degrees, and the crowd burst into a burst of applause.

Cang Ling raised her mouth and raised her hand.

This applause is for her. I have to say that she is really a genius. She has to admire herself for designing such a wedding dress.

In a twinkling of an eye, she saw Cangqing's flashy eyes, which seemed to tell the world how powerful she was.

Cang Ling rolled her eyes.

In a few days, there are su Xiaocheng's works. She always uses orange as her brain circuit. The model's dress and make-up are even more bold. Her punk style is colorful hair, with a cool shaggy skirt, and her yellow yarn is used to make a uniform falling setting. When she comes on stage, even the music becomes lighter, and many people even follow her Twisting up, especially Tong en, clapped his hands very happily.

Cang Ling smiles. Su Xiaocheng looks back and compares with her. Cang Ling also raises her thumb to praise her.

Works one by one in the past, behind most of the no special brilliance, music also eased down, the atmosphere of the exhibition hall has gradually declined, Cangling know, everyone's tired period has come.

Finally

"The above is all the works of our preliminary design competition. However, because of a small episode, one of our designers conducted a re examination. She took two days to bring us her own works. Now, with our applause, we invite our last model."

The venue became noisy, probably because there had never been such a situation before, and everyone was whispering about the mysterious re examinee.

What Cang Ling wants is this effect, to mobilize the atmosphere that has sunk.

The light gradually dimmed down, and finally, in the middle of the stage, only a bunch of chasing light was left, and the model stood under the light and came out step by step.

The top is designed with slanted shoulders, and the fabric is made of pure cotton, but the pattern is the camouflage pattern that surprised everyone.

The whole set of wedding dress is based on military green. The design of the left side is short and the right side is long, which fully reflects the model's long legs. In addition to her long black straight hair and high-heeled Sergeant boots, she is full of heroism.

The left arm is tied with a long yarn of the same material as the skirt, which sets off the ripple of the upper body's yarn, and makes her have some charming daughter's family.

With the pace of the model, the lights gradually light up, and the music also becomes a passionate tune.

The whole room was silent. Cang Ling looked at the crowd strangely, and his heart was full of confusion.

She looked towards the front row. Mu Yu held her chin in one hand, and her eyes completely fell on the model.

The model walked around. At last, on the way back, she stamped out the lights one by one. Finally, the whole venue fell into darkness again.