On Friday night, Janet arrived at her home in Beverly Hills, Hollywood, where she was promised to return to her home in New York with her daughter tomorrow to be with her parents.

When she saw Zeni, she looked at him from head to toe several times with some pity, and made a certain forensic doctor who had always been thick and black look hairy, and then found an excuse to escape.

"Zeni is good, why haven't you really had a beautiful relationship?"

Lyra was laughing at Zeny's rout and escape, and she finally knew why she was staring at him as soon as she heard her mother's words.

After thinking about it, she said, "Maybe the channel of the soul is different." ”

is very pretending, Janet, who is romantic by nature, just eats this: "You are right, love always comes quietly when you don't pay attention, and then leaves blankly when you are not ready." She didn't know what was going on in her mind, and her pretty eyes seemed to be fogged over.

Leila didn't want to see her like this, so she immediately found a topic to draw her attention: "By the way, how are the recent designs? There is still a few months to have another fashion week, are you ready?"

Unexpectedly, Janet was even more frustrated at the mention of this: "No, I may have run out of inspiration, and none of the designs I drew can satisfy me." Do you think I don't have the talent to be a designer?"

"How so?" Layla smiled and hugged her from behind, "You're the mother of the genius Layla Moran, who dares to say you don't have talent?

Janet was amused by her, and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Just you can talk." ”

"Where's your design? Show me it. "Leila knows she has a habit of carrying it with her.

"Okay. Janet took out a stack of designs from her large briefcase: "Look. ”

Layla took it in her hand and flipped through a few pages: "Why haven't your interest in retro passed?"

Janet pouted, "I just like it." Those factors always come to mind, and nothing else can get me interested. ”

"I remember you used to incorporate a few other styles into a retro style, but this time it didn't work?" After looking at a few of the designs, Leila also felt that it was indeed a little lower than her previous ones. Maybe it's not bad to make a finished product, but Janet has become a design that can't be used for strict requirements.

"No, I can't. Janet pulled out a few sketches: "You see, I mixed some bohemian and British styles, but the results were just unsatisfactory." ”

"Hmm......" Lyra's eyes flickered, "Have you ever thought about giving Balolo a try?"

"Barolo style?" Janet was stunned: "Why do you think of Barolo style? Do you know that Barolo style is a relatively tender and pastel color, such as pink, cream, light yellow and champagne, and I am afraid that it can't be blended with retro, right?"

Lyra smiled, "Not all of them, but also the white and gold ones, can't they be used appropriately?, and I think lace and pleats are good for women, don't they?"

Janet frowned and thought for a moment: "You're right. Balolo ......"

She grunted as she pulled out a stick of lead and drew quickly on the blank paper. Draw the outline of a human body first, and then add some accessories to the clothes.

After building a design in a few places, Janet picked it up and looked at it from a distance, and then put it in front of her and looked at it: "So?"

Layla heard the doubts in her voice and knew that the finished product of the design did not satisfy her. So she took the design down and picked up the lead and made some changes to the design.

The most striking feature of the Barolo style is its feminine and intricate design, which pursues a soft and delicate mood. The extensive use of lace, ruffles, bows, ribbons, flowers and ruffles is a style that Ballolo will not be mistaken.

Leila kept the lace, pleats, and ruffles, and changed the sleeves to balloon sleeves, plus a triangle scarf and a shirt with pleats.

"What do you think of that?"

Janet's eyes lit up: "Honey, are you walking pirate?"

"yes, don't you think it's fun to put it all together?" Leila smiled as she put the design in her hand.

"Yes, you're right, it's perfect!" Janet couldn't help but hold the design in her hand, and she felt like a volcano about to erupt in her head, and she couldn't stop the inspiration surging outward. "Honey, you are truly my angel!"

She hugged Leila's head, kissed her hard, and then rushed into the study with the design and the document bag.

Layla touched her cheek and smiled thoughtfully.

Maybe it's just an accident today, but even if nothing happens to her mother because she can't find inspiration, she will change her to another way to expose her to pirates. Because of the plan hidden in her heart, she still needs her mother to help her work a little bit inside.

Inspiration is a very strange thing, and if you deliberately look for it, it will hide and make you despair. But when you encounter the opportunity to be hit on the head by an apple like Newton, inspiration will come suddenly, making you feel comfortable with all the 36,000 pores around your body.

Janet is being baptized by the tide of inspiration, from leaving home, to getting on the plane, to taking the car back to her home in New York, and she never stops in her hands. There were more and more design drafts in her briefcase, and they all poured out as if they didn't want money.

"What's wrong with her?" said Grandma, seeing Janet's appearance, and curiously pulled Leila aside to ask.

"Inspiration came. The unfilial girl covered her mouth and chuckled.

Grandma shook her head helplessly: "Why did you do this again? The last time I was so demented was when I was about to get married." ”

Who the marriage partner was, Leila could guess with her knees.

The old man was not happy in the back: "Don't mention that bastard in front of me!"

"Whoever has died, you have forgotten all those things. Grandma patted his hand soothingly.

"Hmph. The old man snorted, twisted his head to the side and walked upstairs: "Leila, follow me to the study." ”

"Got it. Leila stuck out her tongue at her grandmother mischievously, and when she saw her laugh, she followed her grandfather's steps to the study.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard the old man ask her angrily: "What kind of plan are you talking about, what is going on?"