After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 497 Stratagem 29
After tidying up, Pei Huai'an started to draw.

The original ink-splattered dress was worn on a dummy model, and the black stain in the center of the long skirt was very obvious.

The sacred and bright moonlight on the skirt was blocked by this black stain.

Standing in front of the dress in front of him with a palette and paintbrush in his hand, Pei Huai'an took a deep breath and asked, "How to paint?"

When Song Chujiu saw the blackness, he squinted his eyes and said, "I will change the silk inside to black. Since we want to change it now, we have to make a complete style change."

"The original white base style is pure, elegant and fairy-like."

"This time we changed it to black and went for a purely opposite style."

A little bit of excitement appeared in her fox eyes: "Think about it, the same design, but with different colors and different brush strokes, the style has undergone a huge change!"

"What do you think about this point?"

When she thought of this question, her heart was beating extremely fast.

Pei Huaian was stunned.

black?

He said in surprise: "Are you going to make the mistake and paint it black?"

Song Chujiu raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Yes."

She paused, and added: "The complete dress will not be changed, and there will be no time to change it."

"Let's repair the other few dresses. Use a brush to paint embellishments where you can see it. You can paint some lines on the places where dirt is stained."

After she finished speaking, her whole eyes lit up, and she looked at Pei Huai'an and said, "Go ahead." "

She spread her hands and said with a smile: "Moonlight, as long as you can reflect the theme of "Moonlight at Night" on the dress, that's fine."

"You draw, I'll watch from the side."

Song Chujiu's eyes were full of trust.

This kind of pure trust was something that Pei Huai'an hadn't felt from others for a long time.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and nodded: "Okay!"

His expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and even his hand holding the paintbrush trembled a little.

After adjusting the paint tremblingly, he shook his head helplessly: "Beautiful girl, you are so brave, do you really trust me, a hobby painter like me?"

"To be honest, I don't even know what to paint."

Pei Huai'an held the paintbrush, feeling a little guilty.

Song Chujiu yawned, took tools and began to carefully mend the dresses next to her.

While repairing, she said calmly: "But it's okay if the painting is destroyed. No one has tried this in the fashion design industry before."

"Anyway, this is just a game, the worst is to lose."

Her expression was very calm.

With her ability, such a small competition can't trouble her at all.

After hearing her words, Pei Huai'an over there took a deep breath, his eyes were particularly focused, and he said sincerely: "I will work hard."

He clenched the paintbrush tightly in his hand, and his thin lips were drawn into a line.

The atmosphere in the whole room was very quiet.

Only the occasional hum and the sound of brushes being brushed.

Song Chujiu occasionally turned her head to look at the whole skirt, and when she saw the effect that Pei Huai'an's subordinates showed, she was relieved.

(End of this chapter)