Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Cen Juan's sloppy voice sounded, and he walked in slowly, his usual lazy fox eyes filled with a bit of coldness, and his voice was cold, "Grandma Fu, don't worry about what you've heard, I'll take care of it."

Cen Juan was smart since he was a child, and Mrs. Fu sent him abroad for several years. Although she didn't know what Cen Juan did outside, she knew very well that Cen Juan was capable.

She would look at Cen Wan now, she didn't know what to say, she sighed faintly, "Then... let's do it with you."

She is just old-fashioned, used to thinking about the overall situation, and has no intention of forcing anyone away. This will calm down, but she is actually a little regretful.

After all, he is old and does not understand the thoughts of young people.

It's just that the old man is used to being high and can't hold back, so he can only leave with a sigh.

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at the same time.

Jiang Yan walked out of Lan Yaqin's room and happened to see Fu Pei pulling Fu Ting away.

She thought she had read it wrong, so she ran up to see it, but just after she ran out the door, Fu Pei and Fu Ting were no longer visible.

"Strange, why did Fu Ting come?" Jiang Yan muttered softly, and felt that she had read it wrong, so she didn't feel much trouble.

She turned around and walked back, accidentally kicking a white canvas bag under her feet. The zipper was opened, revealing a piece of A4 paper.

Jiang Yan took it out, opened it, and there was a sketch of a clothing design. There was only a rough model, but it could be seen that the designer perfectly combined ancient and modern styles, forming a very amazing sense of sight. .

Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously clenched her fingertips.

Where did the blueprint come from?

"Yan Yan, what are you doing standing there?" Madam Fu originally ran after him to see if Fu Ting and Fu Pei had gone far, but she saw Jiang Yan dumbfounded, holding something in her hand.

Old Madam Fu walked forward, and when she lowered her head, she saw the sketch in her hand. She grabbed it immediately, and an astonishing light shone in her eyes, "This is what you drew?"

Jiang Yan's eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened her mouth, "I..."

"This design is good, this design is so good!"

Madam Fu was full of praise, looking at Jiang Yan's eyes that became gentler than ever before, and patted the back of Jiang Yan's hand, "I now believe that the picture you drew this morning was wrong, it was grandma's. Wrong, I misunderstood you, you really made my eyes shine this time!"

Jiang Yan was stunned for a long time, hesitant and tangled in her heart, and finally, under the surprised eyes of Mrs. Fu, she bent her lips and smiled, "Thank you, grandma."

Mrs. Fu laughed hard, "You send this design to your third brother, and let him speed up the launch of the exhibit. I can't wait to see the finished product."

Mrs. Fu's eyes are very poisonous. You can see at a glance that this design is very good. It can be said that it is very stunning. If you push it out, it will definitely turn red and purple.

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After Mrs. Fu entered the house, Jiang Yan picked up the canvas bag on the ground, walked to the water pool next to it, and threw it directly into it.

She knew it was shameless to steal other people's designs, but she had no way out, and now she could only try to avoid overturning.

Jiang Yan was very smart, so he took a picture and sent it to Fu Qingji: Third brother, can you help me change this design?

She waited for a few minutes, and Fu Qingji called directly. The man's voice was the same as his name, Qingfeng Jiyue, very gentle, "Yan Yan, did you draw the design you sent me?"