Super Sweet Alert: The Motivational History of the Temporary Daughter-in-Law

Cervantes could only stand up and politely said to Laurel's parents: "I'll go see a friend first, and I'll tell you when I come back."

As he spoke, he turned around, and at that moment Ji Weiwei also looked at him, their eyes met, and Ji Weiwei knew that Cervantes was hinting to herself: The opportunity has come!

Cervantes left, and it seemed that Laurel's parents were not the kind of people who would take the initiative to open up conversations with unfamiliar people, and the scene was a bit awkward for a while.With a cheeky face, Ji Weiwei tried her opening words cautiously: "I have been studying with Teacher Cervantes, and it is a great honor to be able to attend this banquet with him today."

"Hmm, we seldom see Chinese designers on such occasions, and you must be very good." Luolier's father has always said little, and Luolier's mother is okay, maybe she doesn't want the scene to be too much Embarrassed, she continued what Ji Weiwei said.

"So, do you have very little exposure to Chinese design?" Ji Weiwei is most afraid of her opening remarks but the other party doesn't answer at all, but now at least the other party is willing to talk to her, so there is no chance of getting close at all. No.

"Yes, quite a few." Laurel's mother has been talking about design with Ji Weiwei, and rarely mentions her personal affairs.

But Ji Weiwei thought, it would be great to be able to talk about design, after all, it's not that there are no topics to talk about, as long as the chat can continue, there is no way to get along with each other.

"Are you making designs with Chinese elements?" Lauriel seemed to be a little interested in Ji Weiwei's topic, so she took the initiative to ask her a question.

"That's right," Ji Weiwei quickly followed his topic and said, "I want to integrate elements of Chinese style into Western-style dresses, and I think there should be unexpected effects."

"Then have you tried this before?" Lauriel's mother still looked like she didn't care about anything on the outside, but Ji Weiwei's interest in her heart had been aroused: "Or, you have already painted Have a design draft in this area, have you had relevant experience?"

"Experience is not something to talk about," Ji Weiwei was as humble as ever, but she didn't realize that modesty, a traditional Chinese virtue, means lack of self-confidence in the eyes of foreigners.Unaware of this, she continued: "But there have been attempts."

"It's fine if you don't have experience."

Luolier's father said coldly, blocking what Ji Weiwei wanted to say next with one sentence.

Ji Weiwei didn't realize what was wrong with her, and she secretly resented Laurel for being difficult to deal with. Her family members were not easy to get along with, so they didn't even speak according to common sense.

Indeed, the cultures of the East and the West are different. Ji Weiwei only pays attention to improving her design ability, maintains a good image, and speaks well, so as not to be stage fright and embarrassing Cervantes.

But only, forget this.

But to put it badly, Laurel's parents are not that bad, they are born with a sense of alienation and rigor, and they just don't know how to deal with an unfamiliar foreign girl like Ji Weiwei.

Luolier's mother could see Ji Weiwei's embarrassment, so she said: "How about, you can show us your draft, it's not good to say that you are not good before showing it to others, young people should be more confident. "

"Okay," Ji Weiwei didn't realize that she had said something wrong, but when she heard Laurel's mother say this, she took out her manuscript and showed them.

Laurel's father looked at the manuscript, without any superfluous expression on his face, but his brows were slightly frowned.Laurel's mother looked at it, but didn't speak.

Ji Weiwei, who originally thought that her design would be recognized, suddenly felt cold.

Laulier's father still looked like he was refusing people thousands of miles away, but it was Laulier's mother who said euphemistically, "I don't think your style matches our company's."

"Can you be more specific?" Ji Weiwei was very unwilling. She must hear the reason. No one has ever said that her design is not good. How come she was poured cold water in front of this couple: " It doesn't matter if you say it, I accept criticism with an open mind."

"Look," Lauriel's mother saw the little girl in front of her humbly studying, and didn't want to make things difficult for her.But she has never been a talkative person, so she simply pointed out: "There is nothing wrong with your design, but the tailoring is not suitable for Western women. If you change the tailoring, the design must also be changed. Go back and think about it."

Ji Weiwei, who was still unconvinced just now, re-examined her drawing when she heard this, like a deflated ball.

It cannot be denied that although Lauriel's parents are not experts in design, what they say is not completely unreasonable.Such a problem really exists in my own manuscript.It's no wonder that Ji Weiwei put too much energy into the design of the sketch, completely ignoring whether the tailoring is suitable for Western women, and the design and tailoring are mostly matched in the end.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Here, a few people came to pay a visit to Laurel's parents. Ji Weiwei was already in a bad mood when she was denied just now, so she left the seat tactfully and went home without saying goodbye to Cervantes.

"Don't do it!" After returning home, Shang Zhi felt distressed after hearing everything she said: "You don't have to do this, be obedient, let's not do it."

"No!" Ji Weiwei's stubborn temper came up again, and she admitted that she did have some problems.With her stubborn temper, the more others say no, the more she will do it: "If you don't fight for steamed buns, you will fight for breath. I tell you Shangzhi, don't stop me, I can't swallow this breath."

Shangzhi's persuasion was useless, watching Ji Weiwei lock herself in the study all day long, painting for a whole day, he was also worried in his heart, and he often thought about it in the company.

"Hey!!"

Seeing Shang Zhi thinking here, Lauriel ran over and gave him a big jump: "What are you thinking about!"

"You scared me to death." Shang Zhi said lightly.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you thinking?" Lauriel is different from her Bingshan parents, she is very talkative and cheerful, and likes to break the casserole and ask the bottom line.

Shangzhi knew her character, if he didn't answer her, he would be bored to death today.He was already annoying enough, in order not to entangle Laurel, on the other hand he also wanted to confide in him, so he roughly talked to Laurel.

However, Shangzhi didn't say the whole thing, let alone said that the person involved was her parents, but just said it in a very general way.

"Okay, I'm still busy, so I'm leaving first, you work hard, don't worry about what you have." Shangzhi still has a lot of things to do, so he left.

But the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.Lauriel vaguely heard from her parents that they met a Chinese girl with great potential at a banquet before, and after thinking about it carefully, it was almost certain that this person was Ji Weiwei.

Laurel was furious: Good!Dare to take the initiative to approach my parents, must have ulterior motives!So when I went home, I cried and made noises, and acted like a spoiled child with my parents.

"Okay, okay," Ji Weiwei's mother was in so much pain for the baby girl, she agreed to everything amidst her little daughter's tumbling, "It's just that I won't associate with that Chinese designer anymore, it's no big deal, I promise you."

But Lauriel's father felt that it was not good to spoil the child like this, but he didn't feel much about Ji Weiwei's design, so it was fine.

But Ji Weiwei still didn't give up. After the reception, she had no other way to get close to Luolier's parents, so she got upset, took the revised manuscript, and went directly to the company of Luolier's parents to find them. .

"I told you, you can't go in."

Ji Weiwei was stopped at the front desk on the first floor, she was not allowed to enter, and they argued for a long time.

"What's the matter, it's a mess, let the customer see what it looks like," the sound of high-heeled shoes "da da da" came from far and near, a lady wearing a white suit looked very capable. Drowned walked over, looked at Ji Weiwei, with a cold face: "What's wrong?"

Ji Weiwei explained the purpose of her visit, the woman took the drawing from Ji Weiwei's hand, glanced at it, and said disdainfully, "Are you serious?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Weiwei's face burned.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Vera, and I'm the design director of the company." Vera looked at Ji Weiwei seriously and said, "I heard from our president that she met you at the reception, but your design style is not the same as Ji Weiwei's." Our company is really inconsistent, so don’t force it.”

"But she hasn't watched it yet!" Ji Weiwei was anxious: "What she said before is that only cutting is not enough."

"I'm sorry, our president is really busy and I don't have time to see you. I've already seen your drawing on her behalf." Vera really didn't show Ji Weiwei any sympathy: "Now, please leave, or I will Call the police."

Ji Weiwei originally went to Laurel's parents' company with great expectations, but was humiliated like this for no reason. She walked home sad and puzzled.

Why did Lauriel's mother talk about the advantages of her drawings at the reception, why are they worthless now?

When Ji Weiwei returned home, she saw that there was no sign of Shang Zhi in the house.It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he's not here, otherwise, seeing himself in such a mess, he should feel distressed again.

At this time, Ji Weiwei's cell phone rang.

"Ji Weiwei," said Cervantes on the other end of the phone, "I've managed to find some time these days. Are you free now? Let's meet. I haven't read your last draft. I can read it for you." look."

Ji Weiwei hadn't sorted out her emotions yet, and Cervantes' kindness and attention to her made her want to cry.