The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

"Hey, you still dare to hide? Today I will let you see how powerful this old lady is!"

The woman stretched out her hand to pinch it, which made the little girl scream in pain, and the rest of them rushed forward. Xia Wei'an grabbed the eraser on the side table and threw it on the woman's head.

"Ah, who hit me? I'm going to die!"

The woman turned her head in pain, and suddenly saw Xia Wei'an crossing her arms around her chest, looking at her with a slight smile on her lips, her heart sank, and she stood there stunned, at a loss for what to do.

At this time, the people around also noticed her strangeness, and they all looked towards the door. Seeing Xia Wei'an standing there, they were startled, and quickly took a step back to stand still, not daring to vent their breath, watching their noses and their hearts.

"It's really lively. Those who know it are the design department, but those who don't know it think it's a vegetable market. Go back to work for me!"

Xia Wei'an yelled angrily, and everyone in the design department scattered like birds and beasts. Only Liu Lian was left aggressively holding the hand of the cleaning girl, raised her head slightly, and looked at her.

"This little bitch stole my design draft, I will kick her out of the company!"

Liu Lian maintained her identity and spoke to Xia Weian without any scruples in volume.

The little girl cried until her eyes were swollen, and her entire face was filled with grievances.

Although the good-looking girl in front of her will smile at her and say thank you to her, but rich people are the same, they all look down on the poor, she must also think that she is a thief, thinking of this, the little cleaning girl burst into tears It flowed harder.

When Liu Lian said this, he was holding a design draft in his hand. Xia Weian took it and looked at the drawings on it.

This is a skirt. It looks okay at first glance, but it is a bit awkward when you look closely. The upper part of the pen seems to be intended to draw a short sleeve. Much more aura.

Xia Wei'an looked at it, and felt that the design style was inexplicably familiar, but there were only a few short strokes, which were not enough for her to remember or confirm anything, so she casually put the manuscript on the table, looked up at the little girl, and said with a tone of He asked gently, "What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Wei'an's first sentence was to ask her name, the little girl was a little surprised, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and whispered, "My name is Zhou Sihua."

"Zhou Sihua, that's a nice name. In this way, if you want to prove your innocence, you have to draw a new manuscript in front of everyone. If you can draw it, you are innocent. If you can't, you can only be kicked out." Can the company do it?"

Zhou Sihua sniffed, thought for a while, and nodded firmly.

Liu Lian didn't want to let go of his hand yet, but because of Xia Weian's presence, she had to shake it fiercely. Zhou Sihua rubbed his painful wrist, walked forward slowly, found a seat at random, and Xia Weian handed her a Paper and pen, she began to draw seriously.

Zhou Sihua, who was immersed in the design, was completely different from the timid and cowardly appearance just now. She seemed very quiet, with only the pen and paper in front of her eyes, and the inspiration flowing like spring water in her mind.

Xia Wei'an watched as the pencil in her hand fell onto the paper stroke by stroke. Countless simple lines finally combined into a beautiful windbreaker.

The design of the windbreaker is ingenious. It seems to be similar to the popular styles on the Internet, but the details are more delicate. It can be said that just looking at it like this makes it feel beautiful to wear. The most important thing is that this windbreaker was worn by her in her previous life. However, it was designed by the talented designer "Chuxue"!