“spring！”

Qiao Wan spoke softly, and her palm-sized face was not shocked.

“s…… spring？ ”

Hearing Qiao Wan's words, the man who was laughing at her just now stood up directly, and suddenly laughed after being slightly stunned: "Miss Qiao, you can't lie to save face." ”

Spring is a well-known design award at home and abroad, known as the Oscar of the design industry.

Every year, the top 10 award-winning works are observed and studied by designers all over the world, and he has naturally seen them......

I've never heard the name Qiao Wan.

"You go and check, it's really me." Qiao Wan's voice is still soft, the victory is in hand, there is no need to argue: "The second place is me, if you don't believe it, I can draw a sketch of the winning award on the spot." ”

"How could it be ......"

Without waiting for others to speak, Qiao Wan picked up the white paper and pen next to him, lowered his eyes, and his long hair poured down like a waterfall.

The sun hit her just now, casting a warm glow around her.

Seeing that she really did it, the others were skeptical.

I heard that she was locked up in a psychiatric hospital for four years, I'm afraid she is stupid?

Qiao Wan was calm, ignoring the strange eyes around him and the slight chatter, quiet as a good boy doing his homework obediently.

In less than five minutes, the first draft of a costume design appeared in front of everyone.

Sure enough, it was the work that won second place in the competition seven years ago.

They remember it very well because it was the only time when the top two had the smallest point difference.

"The first draft can also be copied......"

There are still people who don't believe it, and they are dying and struggling.

They will not be convinced that a little girl will suddenly parachute in to be their top boss.

Qiao Wan hooked her lips lightly, helplessly and ridiculously, and dropped her name next to the first draft.

Joe.

"Both the handwriting and the first draft can be identified."

Qiao Wan put down the pen, with a faint smile in her clear eyes, and said softly: "Everyone, please advise!" ”

"The second place was you, I remember that it was only a few tenths of a minute away from the first place......

The person below whispered.

“0.02。” Qiao Wan's starry eyes flickered, and tenderness was released under her eyes: "The first place is my mother." ”

Qiao Wan exited again, and there was a sigh below.

At that time, she didn't understand anything, and her mother accompanied her to the competition to encourage her.

She still remembers her mother saying, "Our late hands are born to paint."

After listening to Qiao Wan's words, Song Zhicheng couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He thought that this kid had grown up in a small town and had never gone to college, so he didn't know anything.

He should have guessed that Song Nian's daughter would not be bad.

——

What do you say, Qiao Wan is also a member of the Song family, the rightful successor of this company.

Except for the small episode at the beginning, the first meeting was quite harmonious.

Occasionally, she met an old man who deliberately targeted her with seniority, and she was softly scolded back by Qiao Wan.

After a few times, these people knew that Qiao Wan was powerful, so they didn't dare to talk about it in person.

But it just so happened that she heard someone talking behind her back.

The content of the discussion was just about my mother back then, saying that my mother was a great white lotus in the prosperous world, who almost killed someone and pretended to be aggrieved, and secretly ran away without succeeding in committing suicide

There is also a suspicion that her father is unknown, and he is a wild seed conceived by her mother when she was bullied......

Qiao Wan pursed her pink lips, walked to the sink, and calmly turned on the faucet.

Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared in the mirror, the girls who were talking about it were suddenly stunned and stammered: "Qiao...... Miss Joe. ”