After Aunt Zhang changed the sheets, she turned to look at Tang Yu who was sitting on the ground, and bent over: "Miss Tang, the bed is made, the injury on your foot ......"

"It's okay, you go out. Tang Yu stood up against the wall, jumped to the edge of the bed, rolled on the bed, turned her back to Aunt Zhang, and flipped through her mobile phone.

Aunt Zhang silently withdrew and closed the door for her.

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door, and Tang Yu lifted the quilt: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Tang, the doctor is here. Aunt Zhang stood outside the door and said.

Tang Yu got up from the bed, combed her hair, and said, "Come in." ”

The door was pushed open, and Aunt Zhang, a doctor in a white coat, walked in and said, "Miss Tang, the doctor is here to bandage your wound." ”

"Oh," Tang Yan stretched out her feet, paused, and asked, "Where is the doctor?"

Aunt Zhang was stunned: "Isn't it the doctor called by Miss Tang?"

Tang Yu was also stunned, and suddenly grinned, it's not her, it's not Aunt Zhang, then there is only one person left, some people are just hard-mouthed.

Tang Yu nested on the bed and enjoyed the service with peace of mind, and when the doctor finished bandaging, she politely thanked her, and her originally gloomy mood suddenly improved.

Aunt Zhang saw that Tang Yu finally showed a smile, and immediately said, "Miss Tang, the studio that Mr. asked you to prepare is upstairs, do you want to go and see it now?"

"Studio?" Tang Yu was stunned, when is she going to have a studio?

Aunt Zhang nodded and pointed upstairs: "When you were hospitalized, Mr. said that you would come back to paint, so I ordered a batch of painting tools to be placed in the upstairs room." ”

Tang Yushen remembered that she and Huo Yunshen said that the hospital did not have a paintbrush, so she could not draw a manuscript and could not participate in the design competition.

She jumped out of bed, leaned against the wall, padded her bandaged foot, limped upstairs, and moved upstairs.

Pushing open the door, facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window, enough to overlook the entire garden downstairs, there are two easels in the studio, and some fabrics are also placed on the operating table next to it, and the tools are complete, everything Tang Yu can think of is here.

Tang Yu rarely smiled from the bottom of her heart, she grinned, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, not like her usual bewitching appearance, but a little cute and cute.

She walked to the easel, sat on the chair, picked up the paintbrush, and Aunt Zhang withdrew with a very good eye, only brought a glass of water, and never bothered her again.

Tang Wei hasn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, but her biggest dream is a paintbrush, and she wants her design to be turned into a finished product.

This design competition is the best opportunity, the champion of the Hundred Flowers designer will inevitably shine in the clothing industry, so as to attract investors, she will one day get ahead and have her own clothes.

Thinking of the days when she was bullied in the past, and the fact that she was once expelled from the university, Tang Wei's eyes darkened, which was the biggest shame in her life and the biggest stumbling block in this design competition.

Thinking together, she can't stop, her mind is chaotic, and the sketches she draws are more gloomy and dark, and such a design will inevitably not be able to be taken out.

Tang Yu stood up and looked at her watch, it was already three o'clock in the morning, she leaned against the wall and moved back to the room, and fell asleep.

In a daze, she felt a warm embrace around her, she didn't know if it was a dream or reality, but instinctively arched forward, and fell asleep in a nest with peace of mind.