On the way back to the hotel, Melwatson saw that Yilin's face was extremely ugly, and frowned to comfort her: "China is a huge market. One more Xiao Lingmei will not affect our plans. Yilin, you have a saying in China that "if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan". Don't affect our cause for the sake of irrelevant people."

Under the persuasion of Duan Yilin's teacher, she barely pulled out a smile.

"Qin Hua, the designer of Tianyi, is your former opponent, right? Very talented indeed." Melwatson sighed, "Chinese Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Yilin tightened the corners of her mouth again: Xiao Lingmei, Qin Hua. This competition hasn't been divided yet!

"Don't worry, teacher. I'm not going to lose to them."

At the end of the busy day, Duan Yilin drove home, kicked her small leather shoes and threw Xiaokun bag, and nested into the sofa in the living room tiredly.

When I looked up, I saw a person under the shadow of the balcony curtains.

"Yiyang?" She patted her chest, "Why don't you say a word? Do you want to scare your sister to death?"

Duan Yiyang pinched the cigarette in his hand and asked in a muffled voice, "How is her store doing?" Wasn't it a success?"

"She?"

Yi Linden's eyes widened, and her heart was filled with panic and anger: "Who are you talking about?"

Duan Yiyang snorted and continued to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog.

"Duan Yiyang!" Yi Lin walked up to him and said in a stern tone, "I don't care when you think about Xiao Lingmei. Don't forget that you and Lingling are already engaged! Besides, how can a woman like her enter our door?"

Duan Yiyang glanced at her and said lazily, "Who said I wanted to marry her?"

Yilin breathed a sigh of relief, "Just know what you're doing." She paused, thinking that a proud girl like Xiao Lingmei could only become a mistress in the end, and she thought about letting her be disgusted and abandoned by her younger brother and then tossing and turning into the hands of others, and the evil spirit in her heart was finally swept away.

Duan Yiyang put his legs aside and asked, "Her fashion show must be a success, right?"

Yilin asked angrily, "How do you know?"

Yiyang tugged at his lips, "Do you know how ugly your face is?"

Yilin touched her face in a daze, she thought she had covered it up well: "So obvious?"

Yiyang reminded her: "Xiao Lingmei is the woman I fancie. Even if I can't marry her, I will never let her suffer the slightest grievance. Don't think about what you don't have. If your skills are not as good as others, you must admit it. It's also good to recognize yourself as soon as possible."

Yilin said angrily, "Are you my brother?"

Yiyang got up and went back to the house: "I'm just telling the truth. Qin Hua has no power, no power, and no defense, so he can fall into your trap. Try to change someone with a background? Now that she has sprung up with Xiao Lingmei's support, do you feel pressure?"

Yilin's face turned red.

"Maybe Qin Hua is grateful to you now." Yiyang shook his head. Why doesn't it matter what bad things are, if you run to Xiao Lingmei's side, it can become a good thing?

He despised Xiao Lingmei too much.

From the beginning, she was regarded as an ordinary peasant girl who was too beautiful. I just thought about waiting for her to grow up, but I didn't expect that she didn't give herself the slightest chance at all, grow up quickly, and cultivate her own power - maybe she already has the power to be around?

The two minions sent by Zheng Hao died in the mountains, and he recalled his expression and words on the day he was captured by Ling Mei, and his heart was cold.

She and the villagers dared to throw two big living people into the mountain of Luoyun and let themselves perish. The ruthlessness of the heart makes people shudder.

But that's what's more interesting, isn't it?

Such a beautiful, ruthless, capable woman is worthy of being compared to herself!

Zheng Hao was completely immersed in his thoughts: in Guangzhou, she was protected by the sixth master. The business of the clothing store has stabilized. If you still want to force her to your side, you can only start elsewhere.

What he didn't expect was that with the passionate literary talent of reporter Ke, the elegant and noble clothes published in the newspaper, the beautiful models and the wonderful fashion show aroused a warm response among the citizens, and the brand of Tianyi became popular in Guangzhou for a while. The entertainment reporter was moved when he heard the news, couldn't contact Ling Mei and Qin Hua, and began to dig deep into the story of the model. So an article called "The Model Road of Textile Female Workers" began to circulate, and it was talked about in the market. Even with Feng Ruizhu and Yin Wanqin, they have become celebrities.

Residential houses in the old town of Guangzhou.

"Hui Di. Your daughter is out of luck. It's all in the newspapers!"

Ge Huidi said disdainfully, "What's the matter. Aren't you working as a female worker in a textile factory?"

The neighbor's aunt said curiously, "You didn't read what was written in the newspaper? said that your Wanqin was born to be a model. She has resigned from the textile factory and is ready to go to Shanghai to work as a professional model!"

Ge Huidi was shocked and snatched the newspaper: "Resign and go to Shanghai?"

The neighbor looked at her and asked, "Why don't you know?"

Thinking about it, the Ge family and his wife had already driven their daughter to live in the factory dormitory. I heard that even the hukou forced her to move to the unit, and Wanqin hasn't been home for more than half a year.

The neighbor gloated: "How much money do you make every month if you go to Shanghai to be a model?" It's a pity, her father and mother can only look at the sea and sigh?

Ge Huidi crumpled the newspaper tightly, turned the front of the bicycle and looked at the textile factory.

Dead girl's wings are stiff and want to go away and fly high? Dream!

She gasped and rushed into the textile mill to look for the staff dormitory. It was easy to find it, and the dormitory director saw that he was looking for Wanqin, so he waved his hand and said, "Yin Wanqin doesn't live in the dormitory anymore."

Ge Huidi frowned: "Then where did she go?"

The dormitory director smacked at the newspaper in her hand, "Aren't they all written in the newspapers? They've gone to Shanghai."

Ge Huidi was furious: "Why did she say she would just leave? I'm her own mother, and she secretly went to Shanghai without discussing it with her family!"

In the article, reporter Ke wrote not only about Wanqin's dream of modeling, but also about her family's incomprehension of her. So all the people in Guangzhou probably know that Wanqin was kicked out of the house by her parents and relegated to the dormitory. The head of the dormitory was no exception, and the aunt, who was nearly fifty years old, was especially enthusiastic. She said coldly, "Didn't you kick her out of the house? Even the hukou has been moved to the unit. Where is she going now, and what's your business? I didn't look for my daughter early or late, and now I found my daughter when she ran away. Let's go, let's go, staff dormitory, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Ge Huidi's face turned blue with anger, she rushed directly to Director Lu's office, and slapped the sound of the newspaper on the table: "Director Lu." How do you manage your employees? Say, 'Where did you sell my daughter?'

Director Lu put down the teacup, pushed the reading glasses, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"I'm Yin Wanqin's mother." Ge Huidi gritted her teeth, "Director Lu, I sent my daughter to your textile factory, but I didn't let her show up as a model! Where is she now? I'm going to bring her back!"

Director Lu sighed, and said slowly: "You said that you are Yin Wanqin's mother, you are?" Where's the proof?"

Ge Huidi shouted incredulously, "Can this still be fake?"

"Of course there is." Director Lu stared at her vigilantly, "Since Wanqin became popular as a model, relatives and friends have come to me every day to look for her. Seven aunts, eight aunts, uncles and uncles have everything. Three of those who claim to be her own mother have been here. How do you think I know if you're real or fake?"

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