Los Angeles, USA.

Shen Xia nestled on the sofa next to the fireplace, yawned lazily, bit the pen in her mouth, and carefully studied the revised design drawings for a few minutes before she was satisfied with the manuscript that had been driven out overnight on the table, stretched her stiff and sore waist, and changed to another comfortable sleeping position and began to sleep salted.

At the same time, Monroe, the assistant of the studio, called Shen Xia several times in a row and did not answer, so she simply took the guest to Shen Xia's residence.

Monroe's heavy knock on the door completely woke up Shen Xia, who had just fallen asleep.

She lifted her eyelids in despair, rolled her dark eyes, and focused her gaze on the wall before she could see the time on the wall.

She only slept for twenty minutes!

Shen Xia's sleepy eyes turned into copper bells because of anger, and most of the sleepiness suddenly dissipated.

Stepping on a pair of flip-flops, he walked sloppily towards the door.

“what?” She leaned softly against the door, her half-squinted eyes looking at each other, her always soft voice revealing a peculiar languidness.

Monroe said a lot of English, pointing to the woman next to him and rambling a lot, Shen Xia heard the rain and fog, turned around slowly, sorted out the design draft from the table from the month, and slowly walked to the door and handed it to Monroe.

Monroe rarely used Chinese to swear words, she was still stunned that she didn't understand, and finally the woman next to her explained, Shen Xia realized that her little assistant had given up the path of pursuing her design dream with her.

Shen Xia looked at Monroe's back as she drifted away, sighed to herself, and her gaze fell back on the woman opposite, she was looking at herself meaningfully, her cunning eyes flickered slightly, Shen Xia pretended to be depressed and asked, "Are you a guest?"

"Won't you ask me to sit down?" The woman said with a smile.

Shen Xia bowed his head. "Coffee or orange juice?"

"Don't bother." She said, "I am Songrong's agent, and I heard that the clothes designed by Miss Shen are very distinctive, so I have come here several times, but I have never met you." ”

"Song Rong?" Shen Xia walked to the kitchen a little confused, poured a cup of coffee, walked back to the living room slowly, sat down on the edge of the sofa elegantly and neatly, and asked softly, "Is it the daughter of Chen Dong in the jewelry world?"

The agent was slightly stunned, few people knew the true identity of the Song Rong artist, and she nodded slightly stiffly.

"How did Miss Song Rong find me?" Shen Xia smiled, with a smile in his eyes full of cunning, "People in the entertainment industry-"

"Miss Shen, let's cut to the chase!" The agent interrupted Shen Xia's words, and the panic he showed made Shen Xia laugh, "Miss Song Rong wants you to help design an evening dress for the banquet." ”

Shen Xia put down the coffee cup, and the smile in his eyes suddenly deepened, "I'm sorry." As you can see, the last employee of my studio has left. So, please come back! ”

"We'll send someone to help, and Miss Song Rong will come herself." The agent was sure.

"I know, it's not easy to be a broker." Shen Xia spread his hands and looked innocent, "Miss Song Rong really doesn't need to come to Los Angeles, not to mention, the strength of the jewelry industry is really far behind our Shen family." ”

"You!" The agent was a little at a loss, his eyebrows instantly twisted into two caterpillars, and he glared at her incredulously.

Shen Xia lowered his eyelids, smiled lightly twice, then raised his head again, looked at the agent's pale face, and said clearly: "Go back and tell Chen Dong's daughter that I am super fierce!" ”