Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

She originally wanted to wait until she graduated and work in some small private companies as an apprentice first, but she didn't expect to have such an opportunity as soon as she returned to China.

Eager to try, she turned on the computer, dug out her previous design drawings, and wanted to send them to that e-mail.

However, for some reason, I felt that the previous design drawings were not satisfactory at all.

She looked at the design of the brand called [Angel Dreams], which said: We require people to wear clothes, not clothes to wear people. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, they cannot be divorced from reality. It must be designed according to ergonomics, but it is not just a function of keeping warm from the cold.

We hope that every piece of clothing is like a dream, so that the wearer can feel the heavy happiness that his dream has come true.

These simple words seemed to inspire Huan Yan's heart.

yes, dream...

She has a dream. Although her body is imprisoned and played with, her dream will not die...

When she gets the money, she will leave here and become a small fashion designer. Even if she has no money, it is still her dream life!

She opened her box, found her brushes and blueprints, lowered her head, and worked hard at her desk.

Yes, dreams, she has always felt that for women, clothes are dreams!

Different clothes can outline different people's personalities, and no matter how much a person conceals, his heart will always be reflected through the clothes he wears.

It's as if she herself will always only pick black and white, because her heart seems to be shrunk in a shell forever.

She dare not break through herself, she dare not surpass her sister.

However, she hopes that other girls can fulfill their dreams in colorful neon clothes, satisfy their dreams of being loved and tender, and of finding the person they are destined to be.

Her pens sway a piece of color, pink, like cherry blossoms in spring, blue, like a clear autumn day, like the sky that has just been washed, golden, like golden leaves, dancing to life The passion, white, is not blank, but alive.

Xie Ma urged her to eat several times, but she turned a deaf ear and responded slowly: "Here we come!"

But still lying there painting.

Doing what she loves, she will be so engrossed that she loses track of time.

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It wasn't until she felt a sore shoulder that she raised her head and looked, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

It's so late, today's luck is really good, no evil mother-in-law, no disobedient stepdaughter came.

Since when did such a simple request become a luxury?

Xie Ma finally couldn't help it, she walked over to have a look, and saw a set of beautiful clothes drawn by her pen, which was lifelike.

He couldn't help admiring: "Young Mistress, I didn't expect you to draw so well!"

"Yes, I have learned it before!" Huanyan replied vaguely, she knew that Xie Ma was also quite shrewd at heart, and she didn't want to make her suspicious.

"Oh! Then, young mistress, when will you draw a picture and frame it on the wall! Mr. Situ will be very happy to see it!"

"Oh, that's no need!" Huanyan smiled softly and helplessly: "Chenjue already has many, many world-famous paintings here. These famous paintings are treasures in the history of art, but they are placed here. Maybe there are no paintings all year round. People look at them."