Uncle Wang didn't lie to Shen Fanyin, and the truck really stopped in front of the gate of the Jing family.

Shen Fanyin was stunned for a long time, and then turned to look at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, what did you buy?"

She subconsciously thought that if she didn't buy it, it must have been him.

Jing Zeheng shook his head: "I didn't buy it, and I don't know."

He frowned slightly, and the first thing that came to mind was Qi Yan.

He said, "I don't know who sent it, so why don't you just return it?"

Shen Fanyin nodded: "Yes."

She didn't dare to accept strange couriers indiscriminately, there was a psychological shadow.

When Uncle Wang heard the words of the two of them, he waved his hand again and again: "Don't don't, don't go back!"

He stood up straight, smiled and said to Shen Fanyin, "Miss, don't be nervous, these are some sample cloths that Mr. ordered for you from China, and he said that you can use them for your work."

Shen Fanyin was dumbfounded.

Sample cloth, a truckload of sample cloth?

I can't make up so much after robbing the world's cloth trading markets!

Jing Yao did not rob the international market, let alone indiscriminately fill the numbers, those samples of cloth were carefully selected by him.

The reason for this truckload of fabrics is that Jing Yao's understanding of "sample cloth" and Shen Fanyin's understanding are two concepts.

The "sample cloth" in Shen Fanyin's mouth refers to a small sample of cloth about 30 cm in length, and the "sample cloth" that Jing Yao understands is a whole piece of cloth.

Shen Fanyin looked blankly at the neatly arranged and finely packaged cloth in the truck compartment, and he was stupid.

It was the first time she had seen the sample cloth sent out of the incoming posture.

Uncle Wang stood behind her and continued, "Miss, you can pick and choose later, if it is useless, I will directly let people throw it away."

Shen Fanyin: "Uncle Wang, you really haven't been poor...... Put them in the studio, don't even throw a thread!"

Throw it away without need?

No, she can use it!

Shen Fanyin pressed his heart with one hand and silently took a few steps back, so as not to affect the work of the workers.

After she looked at it for a while, Jing Zeheng walked up to her and handed her the phone: "Second uncle's phone."

Shen Fanyin hurriedly took the phone: "Uncle Jing."

"Hey, good," Jing Yao asked her with a smile in her voice, "Did you get it?" If you have something you like and can use it, tell me, and I'll order it for you here. International shipping is a bit slow, and it will take about a week to clear customs on both sides, so please ......tell me in advance."

Fragmentary instructions are endless.

Shen Fanyin's eyes were a little hot.

She lowered her eyes, answered them one by one, and whispered, "Uncle Jing, thank you."

"Silly girl, what are you being polite to me? By the way, don't be greedy for the cold in spring, and wear more clothes......

Shen Fanyin thought, it would be great if Jing Yao was her father.

She was full of envy for Jing Muhan, whom she had never met.

What she didn't know was that after Jing Yao hung up the phone, Jing Muhan instantly received a pair of white eyes:

"Are you looking for your son to ask for anything other than money? I'm begging you, young master, can you end this broken research? Forget about burning money, what's the matter with you tying me here? If it weren't for you, would my daughter have been wronged and have nowhere to cry?"

Jing Muhan, who thought that the scolding was over, was suddenly attacked again, and he was stunned: "Dad, I just want a living allowance, you have already scolded me again."

"You're still honorable? Your sister is four years younger than you, and she is already financially free!"

Jing Muhan: "......"

He, a doctor from Yada, is jealous of that little undergraduate student in Anseong, right?

"I'm so jealous of you."

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, her cheeks bulged, and she looked at Jing Zeheng and said sincerely.

Jing Zeheng looked at her with a chuckle: "Don't be moved too early, the second uncle doesn't know much about light industry, and he may not have bought you anything."

"I like everything." Shen Fanyin said softly,

He was ordered to be evicted, "I'm going to tidy up the fabrics, so you can go to work."

Jing Zeheng didn't plan to leave: "I'll help you."

A few hundred pieces of cloth, and she plans to clean it up alone?

"My gift, I refuse to share with you."

Shen Fanyin was justified and pushed Jing Zeheng out.

She took a knife and unwrapped the cloth little by little.

In fact, most of the fabrics here are common in the domestic market, and some even collide with the styles in her studio. Although Jing Yao chose carefully, his unfamiliarity with fabrics made it difficult for him to pick out something too good.

He could only pile all the fabrics he could collect in front of Shen Fanyin, even if there was a piece of cloth that she liked, even if it could only make her laugh for a minute, it was not in vain.

Shen Fanyin's eyes were a little hot, she rubbed her eyes, and made a phone call to Su Mu.

"Mu Mu, don't enter the fabric for the time being, I have a bit of a surplus of resources here." Shen Fanyin said.

"Don't you say I forgot about it," Su Mu's tone was quite serious, and he didn't ask her the reason for the overabundance, "I have bad news for you."

"Huh?"

"You are going to participate in the Global Wedding Dress Design Competition, I don't know which god has made an unofficial public vote, the title is 'The Most Optimistic Wedding Dress Designer for the Public', putting the top three over the years and the gods from all walks of life together, you are unfortunately ranked first in the vote."

Su Mu sighed, "You know what I mean, right? Just the three words 'Shen Fanyin' are placed in the middle of their names, and they are really like the number in the middle."

Shen Fanyin: "Although I can understand the meaning of this, your words still make me want to beat you."

"My little ancestor, don't you care what I say?" Su Mu sighed, "After this kind of thing is seen by the jury, your work will definitely be picked, not to mention those seniors, how many people have you provoked at once!"

"When the time comes, after your work is announced, no matter whether the ranking is deserved or not, there will definitely be a group of people chasing and scolding you!"

Shen Fanyin turned around and looked at the sewing table, and said very calmly, "I know, it's okay."

Su Mu sighed again: "I think it's impossible for you to get the ranking this time, you just haven't signed up yet, or we won't participate in this competition?"

"Hold on and don't be afraid, I'm not afraid of what you're afraid of?"

"Ugh...... Then I'll help you!"

"You're going to make me doubt your motives," Shen Fanyin asked, "How much money did the other party give you?"

Su Mu: "......"

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanyin did not take this so-called vote to heart.

Where in this world is the "right time, place and people"?

No matter how bumpy the road is, you have to go.

Right now, she just wants to get the fabric in order.

But God, as if one bad news was not enough, threw her another, even worse news.

Lu Lu on the other end of the phone said in a serious tone: "Fanyin, come to the hospital, the results of Grandma Li's physical examination are out."