There's a saying about what's called. Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. An Jingyuan wanted to go to the bathroom to solve his physiological problems, and then bring some wine in by the way, but he didn't know that he met Fang Yiyuan, who also solved the problem, in the bathroom.

In terms of night games alone, they are now considered competitors. Fang Yiyuan came to An Jingyuan's bar, not to spy on the enemy.

"Designer Fangda came here, do you want to learn from the decoration style of the bar?" While washing his hands, he smiled at Fang Yiyuan, who was tidying up his hair next to him.

"You know me?"

"The famous Fangda designer, who doesn't know anyone who is in the fashion circle." An Jingyuan also fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead, looked at the clothes of the people next to him, and then looked at himself, he was indeed slightly inferior.

"Since you know me, you should also know that I will not be reduced to the point of borrowing other people's decoration styles to decorate my own night clubs." Fang Yiyuan wanted to leave after speaking, but was stopped by An Jingyuan quickly.

It is exactly the same as the personality of the legendary Fangda designer, which seems to be casual and free, but in fact, it reveals an aura from the inside to the outside.

This is somewhat similar to the prince in the private room. An Jingyuan didn't want to let him go, not to mention that he was now his competitor in the night game, and the most important thing was that he was full of interest in Fang Yiyuan.

He is also bound by the status of the president of the Ann Group, if it weren't for the fear of bad influence in the company, he would not wear the kind of suit that can restrict his movements.

Fang Yiyuan's casual fashion collocation is a matching concept that he has always wanted to understand but could not learn the essence.

"If you want me to design clothes, I'm afraid I won't be able to do any more designs in a month."

"Someone asked you to design a wedding dress!" An Jingyuan smiled: "Coincidentally, the person who asked you to design the wedding dress is here now, are you interested in talking to him about the requirements for the wedding dress?" Fang Yiyuan followed An Jingyuan to the private room, not to ask the buyer what he thought of his design.

Anyone who has bought a design drawing from him knows that Fang Yiyuan only drew the design drawing based on the inspiration at that time, did not accept the buyer's request, and would not modify the design draft according to the buyer's opinion.

In simple words, in the fashion industry, he is the boss and he has the final say. The price of the design drawing is clearly marked, and it is not painted, changed, returned, or replaced.

Even so, there are not hundreds of people queuing up to buy designs from him every day, but dozens. However, what this great designer does depends on his mood, as long as he is in a good mood, an hour of drawing is considered slow.

If you're in a bad mood, you may not be able to draw one in a month. Ke Shaochen waited for more than ten minutes in the private room, and just scolded An Jingyuan's ancestor for the eighteenth generation in his heart, when he saw the door of the private room being pushed open.

An Jingyuan brought a person who was not a stranger to Ke Shaochen, but it was indeed the first time they had met.

Ke Shaochen asked Fang Yiyuan twice to buy design drawings, both of which were contacted through Mu Rao.

"Let me introduce to you, Fangda Designer, this is Ke Shaochen, the president of Ke's who just spent 2 million from you to buy a wedding dress design." Fang Yiyuan didn't see it, Chong Ke Shaochen raised his hand to say hello, and walked to the side of the sofa and sat down.

It turned out that this was the husband of the temporary assistant. Fang Yiyuan smiled and looked at Ke Shaochen in front of him, and returned with a friendly smile.

Whether it is temperament, appearance, or status, it is the little assistant who earns it.

"I didn't mean anything else when I came in, I just admired Mr. Ke's name for a long time, and I wanted to come over to say hello. After all......" Fang Yiyuan smiled meaningfully: "After all, if I want to settle in City A in the future, I have to rely on Mr. Ke to take care of me." Ke Shaochen put away the thorns all over his body, and smiled kindly: "I also hope that we can cooperate happily this time." ”

"I believe that this wedding dress, apart from this one, I can't find a second wedding dress suitable for Mr. Ke and your wife."

"Oh? You haven't seen my wife, how do you know if it's right for her? Ke Shaochen raised his eyebrows, feeling that the designer in front of him seemed to be a little too untouchable.

"Mrs. Zun's photo has been sent to me, just today at noon, it was sent by Assistant Mu, who contacted me." Ke Shaochen nodded: "I hope that Designer Fang will not delay the construction period, and it must be completed within a month." ”

"Leave it to me, no problem." He said that there was no problem, but his heart and actions were resistant. After all, Fang Yiyuan's irregular lazy cancer is about to attack again.

In order to prevent himself from dozing off, he forced himself to set a lot of alarms in the studio. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he immediately refreshed, but five minutes later, he fell asleep again.

Gu Xinran has been working in the studio for a week, and tomorrow is the weekend, and with Fang Yiyuan's virtue, he probably doesn't know where to run and be happy.

"Boss!" Gu Xinran wanted to go to the office to supervise his work, but it had been a week, and the paper on his desk was still as clean as new, and he hadn't even put a pen.

"Huh?" Fang Yiyuan pretended to wake up from meditation, coughed lightly, and sat up straight: "Something?" ”

"The boss's two million doesn't want to make money, and within a month, he will not only design the wedding dress, but also make the wedding dress." Gu Xinran looked at his eyes that he was about to close again with disgust: "If you don't work, it's really too late." ”

"Ancestor, who is the boss of the two of us?"

"Of course you are, but you promised to make the wedding dress within a month, if it can't be completed on time, the compensation alone will make you poor, and you won't be able to pay the salary at that time, I will work hard with you."

"Work work, I know, how to be like your husband, open your mouth for a month, and close your mouth for a month." Fang Yiyuan muttered and picked up the pen again: "In order to ensure my work efficiency, you go downstairs now to help me buy a cup of coffee, to concentrate it, to stimulate my sleepy ......" He said and yawned, filling in the unfinished words: "Nerves." ”

"Have you seen my husband? Ke Shaochen? ”

"Hmm. But you're funny, not like a couple at all. Seeing Gu Xinran standing there and still not moving, Fang Yiyuan knocked on the table with a pencil: "Coffee, coffee." "Fang Yiyuan is a god, and the more he gets in touch, the more he feels that his personality is not very similar to An Jingyuan.

It can't be said that it is not like, but the character that ordinary people have can be shown from him, as if it is a combination of multiple personalities, and I feel more and more unfathomable that this person is unfathomable.

Going downstairs to buy coffee is a compulsory course for Gu Xinran every day, anyway, the meal is almost here, and I bought the meal by the way.

After a long delay, Gu Xinran trotted back. When he stepped into Fang Yiyuan's office after an hour, he saw that the white paper on his desk had already drawn the preliminary outline of the characters and the wedding dress.

"If you don't come back, my first draft is ready." Fang Yiyuan took the coffee and took a sip, Gu Xinran could feel the stimulation of the bitter taste of the espresso from a distance.

"So fast? Just the time I was gone? ”

"Well, if you come back a little later, I'll probably be able to color." He said and waved his hand at Gu Xinran: "Go out, while I am sober now, I will finish the design drawing." ”

"I've bought food, why don't you eat first?"

"Go out and eat when you're done." Knowing that Fang Yiyuan was working hard, Gu Xinran tried not to let himself make a noise outside to disturb his train of thought.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and the more Gu Xinran calculates the time, the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes. It's been more than three days since her menstrual period, and her time has always been very accurate, and it is possible to advance it, but it can be wrong...... It was the first time in her memory.

Gu Xinran thought of a possibility, but quickly shook his head. Probably not so accurate......

"Gu Xinran." The boss who was a demon didn't know what the moth was going to do.

"Come and sharpen my pencil."

"Here we are." The matter of sharpening a pencil suddenly reminded Gu Xinran of the costume dramas she usually watched on TV.

The scene is set up, the emperor is reviewing the chapter, and there is a little maid grinding on the side. And the little maid who grinds is Gu Xinran, who is now sharpening a pencil.

Facing face-to-face watching the designer create on the spot, Gu Xinran watched the pencil quickly sketch in his hand, and a few lines could probably outline an outline.

In a few minutes, and when she first came in, there was a sea change.

"Pencil." Fang Yiyuan threw the pencil in his hand on the table and stretched out his hand to Gu Xinran.

"Right now." Gu Xinran sped up the speed in her hand and handed him the pencil in her hand. Then he picked up another one and quickly sharpened it again with a knife.

The pencils are used so wastedly, no wonder she is asked to sharpen them one by one every time. The general shape of the entire wedding dress had been drawn at a god-like speed, and Gu Xinran stretched her neck in a daze, really as if she had made a magic, making Gu Xinran stunned.

His attention was on Fang Yiyuan's pen and paper, Gu Xinran had already reached the realm of selflessness, and he was completely unconscious even when the sharpener was in his hand.

"Hey, you!" Fang Yiyuan saw blood dripping from Gu Xinran's hand with his spare eye, he hurriedly stood up, walked over, and grabbed Gu Xinran's hand: "Are you wood?" Unconscious when you cut your hand? ”

"Huh?" Gu Xinran was still wondering why Fang Yiyuan suddenly stopped writing and stood up, she looked down at her index finger that was pinched by him, a long cut, and blood was dripping on the table along her fingertips.

I didn't see it, I didn't feel it, but when I saw it, all the pain immediately focused on my fingers: "It hurts me to death, and I don't even pay attention to how it hurts." ”

"Are you reincarnated as a donkey in your life? Why are you so stupid? Fang Yiyuan still pinched her fingers and took her to the sink in the bathroom to wash, the wound was a little deep, so there was blood oozing all the time.

He asked Gu Xinran to rush here, went outside to rummage through the cabinets for a while, and finally ran in with a band-aid.

"This doesn't work, I'm allergic to plaster." Gu Xinran looked at the band-aid and shook his head.

"Why are there so many things, then you bear with it, I'll put some iodine on you, it may hurt a little."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself, you can go and paint." Gu Xinran felt that something was not good, pulled out her hand, and awkwardly wiped the water on her hand with a tissue.

"You're so stupid, are you sure you can use iodine?"

"I'm not smart, but I still know some basic life sense."

"That's okay, if you can't do it, call me again, the designer's inspiration is the revolutionary capital, I will continue to work, you don't sharpen the pencil today." Spoiling his wife into his arms: The website of the latest chapter 136 of the latest chapter of the domineering Chen Shao love addiction is not reincarnated: