Soon Mo Yushu came to the model training center on the basement floor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Instead of the dark and damp basement of the imagination, the level of luxury here is staggering, and above the entire circular space structure is a huge lamp pool, which illuminates the hall of thousands of square meters as bright as day.

The surrounding hall is a circle of large and small rooms separated by glass walls, and in the middle of the hall are four luxury cars side by side, each with a price of more than 10 million, Mo Yushu couldn't help but gasp, worthy of being the president of Ning's, a business leader with a net worth of more than 100 billion, and even the parking place is so luxurious.

"Yushu, why are you?" At this time, a female voice came from the side, Mo Yushu followed the sound, and saw a sweet-looking girl looking at her in surprise.

"Miaozi, why are you here?" It turned out that the girl was none other than Feng Yumiao, a high school classmate she hadn't seen for many years.

"I just announced that a costume artist was coming, I thought it was who, I really didn't expect it to be you?" Feng Yumiao said happily.

"yes, I didn't expect to run into you here, it's great."

"Mm-hmm, let's go, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment first." After speaking, Feng Yumiao pulled Mo Yushu and walked towards an open glass door in front of the right.

"This is where we work, and that's where the models practice." While walking, Feng Yumiao introduced.

Following the direction of Feng Yumiao's finger, Mo Yushu saw through the translucent floor-to-ceiling glass window more than a dozen models in training clothes practicing their bodies, and there were two or three people standing at the door looking at her muttering.

"What's that room up there against?" The glass door of the room was still locked, and it was pitch black.

"It's a place for model rehearsals, by the way, there is a rehearsal this morning, which is to prepare for next month's fashion festival, I heard that the above attaches great importance to this fashion festival, and invited the world supermodel Su Tingting to help."

"What? Su Tingting is also coming? Although Mo Yushu has been in this business for a short time, she has heard of Su Tingting's name.

"Yes, don't talk about Su Tingting, what can you do if you are more famous than her? It is also her honor to represent our Ning family on the catwalk. Feng Yumiao said with some pride.

"Well, Ning's is indeed the best in this industry." There is no doubt about this, otherwise Mo Yushu would not have been so compromised in order to enter the Ning clan.

Seeing that she looked a little lonely, Feng Yumiao patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "Yushu, don't be like this, Ning's stage is very big, and there are many opportunities, I believe that as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely not be just a small costume designer in the future." ”

Mo Yushu nodded, looked at Feng Yumiao gratefully and said, "Well, I know, thank you Miaozi, you are still as caring as you were back then." ”

Speaking of that year, Feng Yumiao showed a hint of an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Yushu, I misunderstood you back then." ”

Feng Yumiao had pursued Che Haonan frantically back then, and had secretly asked Yushu to say good things, but Che Haonan still ignored her.

Later, she once inadvertently peeked at Mo Yushu's diary and found that Mo Yushu was also secretly in love with Che Haonan, so she thought that Mo Yushu was a hindrance and became strangers after a big quarrel with her.

It wasn't until the news of Che Haonan's engagement abroad came that Feng Yumiao woke up to the fact that she had misunderstood Mo Yushu, but for the sake of face, she never had the courage to go to Mo Yushu to apologize to her. And today, just in time for such an opportunity, she said this belated "I'm sorry".

"It's okay, it's been so long, don't take it to heart, from today on, we're still good friends." Mo Yushu took Feng Yumiao's hand and said sincerely.

"Well, we're still good friends." Feng Yumiao also nodded heavily.

……

Office of the President

As soon as Ning Yuan finished processing a stack of documents, Lao Qi walked in. The old man is in his early seventies and thirties, looks like a gentleman, has two shallow dimples with a smile, looks shy and reserved, harmless to humans and animals. However, who would have thought that just five years ago, he was still a feared underworld boss. was desperate because he was chased and killed by the enemy, and was finally taken in by Ning Yuan, and since then he has stayed by Ning Yuan's side, gradually reining in his edge.

Ning Yuan didn't look up, and when he heard the footsteps, he knew that it was Lao Qi coming.

"Why are you here?" Ning Yuan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and put it in his mouth, and Lao Qi stepped forward very cleverly to help him light the cigarette.

"I sent Er Shao on the plane, but he didn't let me follow him alive or dead, and kicked me down." After speaking, he deliberately showed a pitiful look.

Ning Yuan glanced at him, knowing in his heart that Lao Qi was unwilling to leave him, so he deliberately provoked Ning Xiao. But Ning Yuan didn't want to break it, since he wanted to stay, let it be stayed, anyway, he was short of people, and on Ning Xiao's side, even if Lao Qi didn't go in person, he would arrange for others to take care of him.

"How's that going?" Ning Yuan suddenly asked. Ning Yuan always felt that the car accident ten years ago was strange, so he has been looking for suspicious clues all these years.

"The driver who caused the accident was released from prison ahead of schedule, and I was a step too late, and I didn't know where to go."

"Missing?" Ning Yuan frowned, thought for a while, and then said, "Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find him." ”

"Got it, don't worry, I'll finish this matter as soon as possible." After Lao Qi finished speaking, he revealed two shallow dimples and turned to leave.

"Jingle bell......" The office phone rang.

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Ning, Miss Su is here, she said she wants to see you."

"Say I'm not free, let Qin Aiyun go to receive her." Ning Yuan's tone was a little impatient.

Hanging up the phone, Ning Yuan leaned back on the back of the chair tiredly, and casually took out a hairpin from the drawer, in the shape of a silver moon, the surface was inlaid with rhinestones, the color of the rhinestones was a little dark, and there were obvious traces of repair in some places, which seemed to be re-glued after the rhinestones fell off, which shows how much the owner of this hairpin cherishes it.

At this time, Ning Yuan repeatedly stroked the rhinestones on the surface of the hairpin with the fingertips of his thumb, with a complicated expression and didn't know what he was thinking.

……

The costume designers in the model training center are divided into three groups, and Mo Yushu happens to be assigned to the group that Feng Yumiao is in charge of.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Mo Yushu had just dressed a model, and Feng Yumiao received the news that Su Tingting was coming, and hurriedly ran out.

"Team Leader Feng is here to pick up Miss Su?" A small costumer asked.

"Maybe, I heard that Miss Su has won awards in the World Model Contest, but her two long legs don't know how many people have charmed!"

Hearing this, Mo Yushu looked at her legs, her height of one meter seventy-two, these legs are not short, but if she compares with Su Tingting, it is estimated that she is still a lot inferior. However, her current dream is to be a good fashion designer, and as for the unrealistic dream of modeling, she can only dream of it.

"Yushu, bring two cups of coffee." At this time, Feng Yumiao's voice came from next door.