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Chapter 380 Mom, I have a model here, do you think it's okay?
Luo Xia looked over and was stunned for a moment, sat up straight and asked, "Is this the design draft?"

At this time, Ms. Xia Anwei could be said to be quite angry. She gasped and blushed. Looking at the black design drafts in her hand, she kept swallowing her saliva.

Looking at her like this, Luo Xia looked a little embarrassed, couldn't help but licked the corners of her lips, and asked again: "Mom, what kind of design draft is this?"

Ms. Xia Anwei helplessly threw the stack of design paper rolls into the trash can, then walked to the sofa and sat down on the sofa with a bit of a headache.

"This is the largest fashion design competition in the world. It will be the day after tomorrow. I finally finished the draft in two days. Now it's gone." Ms. Xia Anwei pressed her temple, suffering from a terrible headache.

Luo Xia listened, shut down the laptop in front of him, and turned to look at Ms. Xia Anwei, "Then can you draw again?"

Who knew that Ms. Xia Anwei just closed her eyes, as if her brain was about to explode: "No, this is an international grand prix. At that time, I was looking for trial model data and all I found were world-renowned golden ratio male models. The ones that have been adjusted for innovation have not yet been extracted, so it will never be the same.”

Saying that, Ms. Xia Anwei felt a little desperate.

But when Luo Xia heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "Model? Then you can just find that model again?"

It has to be said that Luo Xia's words really hit Ms. Xia's heart.

Ms. Xia sighed deeply: "No, that model needs to make an appointment, and I have already flown to Italy during the day."

Hearing this, Luo Xia frowned slightly, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and the corners of his eyebrows suddenly raised.

Her mother, Ms. Xia Anwei, also knows that she has obsessive-compulsive disorder when designing, and the slightest curve effect can't be bad, so that there are not many aesthetic proportions that can make her mother fancy...

But... it seems that there is indeed such a person...

Thinking about it, Luo Xia suddenly looked at Ms. Xia Anwei again, her voice was not loud, but she was firm: "Mom, I have a perfect model here, do you want to use it?"

……

Two minutes later, Ms. Xia Anwei, who was still on the verge of collapse, had such a picture appear in front of her.

Wen Xun had just finished the video call with the Washington diplomatic team upstairs, and before he had time to turn off the computer, he was hurriedly pulled down by Rorschach.

So when Ms. Xia Anwei saw it, she happened to bump into Luo Xia holding Wen Xun's hand and walking down the stairs directly.

So much so that Ms. Xia Anwei's eyes were a little dazed, and she was still confused until the two of them arrived in front of them.

"Mom! Look, this height, this proportion, this appearance, is it enough?" Luo Xia curled up his lips and pushed Wen Xun in front of Xia Anwei.

Ms. Xia Anwei's eyes widened as soon as she realized it, a little inconceivable.

Afterwards, Ms. Xia Anwei put her hands in her pockets and looked up and down Wen Xun with a cold face. Finally, she suddenly felt hope, and the corners of her eyebrows twitched: "I think...very good."

Yes!How could she forget about their baby Wen!

These right-angled shoulders, these long legs, and this face, you don't need to worry about any clothes, you've already won, okay?

Hearing what the mother and daughter said, Wen Xun didn't show much expression. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at Luo Xia and whispered: "I still have a meeting."

Who knows, this sentence was directly heard by Ms. Xia Anwei, and she immediately softened her voice: "Ah, forget it, I..."

Seeing that Ms. Xia Anwei was about to refuse, Luo Xia, who was standing next to Wen Xun, became a little anxious. He licked his lower lip, and the hand closest to Wen Xun pinched Wen Xun's arm without saying a word.

"Ahem..." Luo Xia cleared his throat, squinted at Wen Xun, hinting at what he should do, "What kind of meeting must it be held now?"

Although the strength in his hands was very strong, Luo Xia still smiled slightly at this time, his tone was also very soft, and he blinked his eyes as if trying to show cuteness to Wen Xun.

But in fact, the gaze in the eyes has already written clearly: If you don't follow along, my mother will explode!Do you want to come and watch my dad kneeling on the durian for half a month?
Sensing the unrelenting but increasing strength in Luo Xia's little hand, Wen Xun immediately hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said "Hmm" slightly, "How about...you help me with the meeting?"

……

In this way, after the final negotiation, Wen Xun was forced by Luo Xia to act as a model for Ms. Xia Anwei, while Luo Xia went upstairs directly.

At this moment, the page on Wen Xun's computer is already on the interface of the video conference. Since Luo Xia pulled away just now, all the people from various branches in the video conference are eating melons. .

Du Tian had just received a message from Wen Xun at this time, and when he learned that Luo Xia would drive for him, he was stunned for a while.

But according to what Wen Xun said, he can drive it as he pleases, and let the foreigners get to know the future proprietress in advance.

So Du Tian also quickly passed on the information to the foreigners in these branches at this moment.

"Brothers, get ready. When the lady boss arrives, she must make us look more serious." Du Tian straightened his collar after saying this.

At this time, the general manager of the British branch said in fluent Chinese: "Be serious? Does the boss think we are not easy to get along with?"

Hearing this, the general manager of the Italian branch, who was still wearing a large white vest, echoed while tidying up his hair with a comb: "Yeah, I think we should tidy it up so that it's more face-to-face, and Tommy's snotty Hurry up and tidy up those who have buried Gutai."

Hearing the pure Northeast dialect spoken by the general manager of Italy, Du Tian immediately darkened speechlessly: "Tsk, Colin, take back your Northeast bad taste, and speak English in a while, we are a professional team .”

And at this moment, Luo Xia pushed open the door of the room, sat back to the place where Wen Xun had sat just now, and saw the video conference that was in progress as soon as he sat down.

It's just that Rorschach came so suddenly, Colin, the Italian general manager in a big white vest, hadn't had time to put on his suit jacket, so he could only quickly put down the wooden comb, and stared straight at Rorschach on the screen.

Luo Xia looked at the group of people, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

Who knew, she didn't speak, and these people didn't speak, and the scene became quiet for a while.

So Luo Xia let out an "uh", stretched out his slender arms and opened a document that Wen Xun had just placed on the table, then glanced at the screen and said in a daze: "Don't your president say you need to report the new product performance report?"

(English: Didn't your president say... are you going to report the performance summary of new products?)

(End of this chapter)