Sweet seduction: The petite lady

Chapter 199 White Lotus

Song Shixu snorted and laughed, he didn't expect this woman to have a man who missed her so much.

You should really teach me a lesson.

Seeing them coming, Qing He still maintains superficial politeness, purely to leave a good impression on Ji Heng.

She was wearing a white dress, with long black hair, and looked like a lady.

"President Ji, Miss Song, hello, I'm Qinghe."

Although she introduced it to two people, her eyes were always on Ji Heng, and she stretched out her hand towards Ji Heng.

Song Shixu took a step to the right, stood in front of Ji Heng, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, narrowed his eyes, and curled his lips slightly, but he didn't smile at all, and his words were not polite at all.

"So you are Qing He, you are really fresh and refined."

Qinghe's face froze, and she laughed accompaniment: "Xie Miss Song's compliment, Miss Song is also very temperamental."

"Thank you? I just think the strong tea smell on you is rare."

Tea flavor?

Qinghe didn't realize it at first, but after she did, she realized that Song Shixu was talking about her green tea.

Looking up at Ji Heng, Qinghe's pitiful appearance immediately appeared.

"Miss Song, I really didn't post that Weibo on purpose, it was just over-interpreted by others, and I didn't want to come to this match, so why is Miss Song so hostile to me?"

Song Shixu felt nauseous watching her contrived performance, her voice was so casual that she couldn't speak a word.

"So you knew you were going to compete with me? I think you haven't taken your eyes off my husband since just now. I thought you were going to compete with my husband."

She bit the three words "my husband" very hard, and Ji Heng looked down at the top of her hair with a smile on her lips.

The little girl looks jealous, so pretty.

"Things have developed to the present, all the faults are others' faults, and you are innocent, such a peerless white lotus."

Song Shixu clapped her hands while talking, her face turned blue and red in irony, and she couldn't speak a word.

Song Shixu took another step forward, and his superior height and momentum directly crushed her.

"Don't worry, I will definitely win you and let you quit this circle with peace of mind. I promise, you won't need to work so hard in this circle to welcome and send you off."

After finishing speaking, Song Shixu stretched out his hand to hold Ji Heng's wrist, and sat on the sofa not far away.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Heng never looked at Qing He.

She stood where she was, her palms slowly clenched into fists, and boundless darkness spread from her eyes.

Because it was originally just a press conference, but now it appeared in the form of a competition, and the competition started directly.

Although there were many people in the venue, it was as quiet as a cicada. Everyone was watching the game carefully.

There is a long table on the stage, and the fabrics are also placed according to the requirements of the two people. However, all the fabrics and design drawings are placed in a covered basket. Before the finished product comes out, no one knows what the clothes are. What's it like.

Song Shixu and Qing He were drawn to determine the order, and Qing He was the first.

She was full of confidence, stepped onto the stage, bowed to the bottom, and pretended to make a sensational short composition.

"I hope I can play to the best level, speak out for the profession of designers, so that all designers can bring their own works and appear in front of everyone, I will work hard."

(End of this chapter)