Rebirth Group Favorite: The Big Brother's Beautiful Wife Is A Little Sweet

In the reception room, when several designers saw the purple design dress, their hearts sank.

This time the champion, I'm afraid I'm out of luck.

Ding Wenqian also saw this scene.

There was a look of shock in her eyes.

Originally, I thought that I had the chance to win, but I didn't expect the final dress to be so eye-catching...

She clasped her fingers tightly, expressing the uneasiness in her heart, and glanced at the few people in the room.

Pretending to be careless, he said, "Who does this design belong to?"

Anyone can.

However, it must not be that woman surnamed Chu!

Hearing her words, the other four looked at each other without making a sound.

Seeing this, Ding Wenqian felt more and more uneasy in her heart.

She turned her head and looked at Chu Ziyan who was at the side in disbelief.

Shouldn't...

Is it hers? !

Sensing Ding Wenqian's gaze, Chu Ziyan turned his head and glanced at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"Are you the designer of dress No. [-]?"

Hearing this, Chu Ziyan showed a secretive smile,

"Well, who knows."

This ambiguous answer made Ding Wenqian faint for a while.

But soon she calmed down.

It can't be such a coincidence that it will be this woman.

Judging by her stupid appearance, she doesn't seem to be able to design any good dresses.

Chu Ziyan was crouching on the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms, and was happily sending messages to his family, Shen Meiren.

[Guess, which one was designed by me? 】

Soon, she received a reply from Shen Muhan.

[Brother Mu Han: The last one. 】

Chu Ziyan was slightly surprised.

She should have done a good job of keeping secrets. Besides, this design doesn't look like her style at all. How could Shen Muhan guess right?

[Xiaoyan: How do you know? 】

"Ding dong", the message came.

[Brother Mu Han: The one you designed must be the best one. 】

Chu Ziyan: ...

Okay.

The love talk skills of the big boss are getting better and better now!

on the field.

The design works of six designers are all displayed.

Then it was time for the judges to score.

After a little time, several judges made their decisions and began to announce their scores for the six design works.

In order from left to right, the first judge begins to make his own comments.

After some evaluation, he showed his score.

Unexpectedly, No. [-] designed the dress and got the highest score.

Then came the second judge.

She just made a very high evaluation of the last purple national style work.

Just when everyone thought that she would definitely give No. [-] the highest score.

She showed her rating.

The number three work has the same score as the last one.

see.

Shen Muhan under the stage suddenly had a dark light in his eyes.

This game has an inside story.

He's not interested in this default nonsense, but...

Can't wrong his girl.

He said slowly: "Aguan."

Just after uttering two words, the host suddenly came onto the stage and said, "Before the final result is revealed, let's watch a catwalk show and relax a bit..."

After talking about the scene, he gestured to several judges, and then stepped off the stage.

Shen Muhan raised his gaze slightly, and saw the other side.

Qin Junze stood up a little and walked towards the backstage.

Obviously, he suspended the final verdict.

Guan Xun came over and said softly, "Master, what are your orders?"

Shen Muhan's eyes darkened slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he said slowly.

"It's nothing."

The waiting room behind.

Seeing the results given by the two judges, several designers in the room were very surprised.

Chu Ziyan was also a little surprised.

She cursed in her heart.

damn it.

There is something shady!

Then, on to the cake.

Winning the champion of the cutting-edge design competition is not particularly important to her.

What she valued was Lin Xuhong's approval of her.

Now the goal has been achieved.

only……

If this surname Ding wins the championship, I feel a little upset.

Ding Wenqian stared at the screen, her eyes flickering.

is her……

The ratings of the two judges are all in favor of her!

As soon as Design No. [-] came out, she still felt that her chances of winning the championship were slim.

But unexpectedly, in the final score, she had the advantage!

Ding Wenqian felt excited.

what happened?

Why is my rating so high? !

Is it possible...

Was it Qin Junze who asked someone to "take care" of her?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible.

Except for Qin Junze, who can so easily influence the outcome of the game?

Today, I came to watch her match in person again, gave her desserts, and even gave her a champion by default.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it.

Could it be that Qin Junze really figured it out? !

Ding Wenqian lowered her eyes, she couldn't restrain her joy when she thought of this possibility.

……

Qin Junze walked backstage with his long legs in a coat.

As soon as they passed by, Qu Anrong, the person in charge next to him, immediately went up to meet him.

He rubbed his hands, eyes full of flattery.

"Second Master Qin, you suddenly stopped the game, do you have any orders?"

Qin Junze's eyes were pale.

"Where's Ni Kun?"

"Mr. Ni is dealing with something now, and he should be here soon. If you have anything to do, just tell me. I handle almost everything here."

"You did it?"

"Yes." Qu Anrong nodded again and again, "I know there must be a reason for you to come here, Second Lord... So, I made some small arrangements for you~"

"Oh?"

Qin Junze's eyes darkened, his eyes darkened slightly: "What arrangement?"

"I'm just... boldly guessing, Second Master, your coming this time... is related to a certain contestant, so..."

As Qu Anrong said, he looked tentatively at Qin Junze's face.

Seeing his calm expression, his handsome face was indifferent, and he was a little confused about his emotions.

He swallowed suddenly, a little afraid to continue.

Qin Jun raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and motioned to him: "Go on."

Qu Anrong faltered: "Second Master, these are all my guesses... If it's wrong... you can point it out, and I promise to change it right away!"

Qin Junze stretched out his fist and put it to his lips to cough a few times.

Then said lightly: "Continue."

The voice was very soft, and there was no sense of oppression or displeasure.

Qu Anrong felt relieved, so he dared to continue talking.

"So, I made some conveniences for that contestant. Those desserts before were given to her, as well as the judges of this competition..."

Qu Anrong said slowly: "Second Master, I also did these things on my own because I saw Miss Ding being special to you, I hope you don't take it too seriously..."

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