spoiled

The first domestic fashion designer competition fully sponsored by Fengtai Group has a total of [-] entries. There were two preliminary competitions last Saturday, one hundred entered fifty, fifty entered twenty, and five points were eliminated at once. four places.

Jiang Ting performed well in both games, especially in the second game, where she scored a high score of 92.86 and ranked third, which also attracted the attention of the contestants in the same period.

Another Saturday night.

The third game is [-] to [-]. The competition system is to draw lots in groups of two, choose the same theme to design clothing, and the one with the highest score wins.

Jiang Ting once again won the promotion spot, and the opponent she defeated was a designer from a small studio in Beijing, who had been in the industry for three years.

Before this, no one thought that a mere sophomore in the design department could become one of the favorites to win the championship.

But after the third game, most people in the top ten miles no longer underestimated Jiang Ting.

After the game, Jiang Ting went backstage to take off her make-up, and someone came over to talk to her.

The other party was Ren Han, an intern designer who just joined Shine, a top studio in China this year, and was successfully promoted to the top ten tonight.

Ren Han sat sideways in front of the dressing table next to Jiang Ting, looked at her and sighed: "I have noticed you since the first game. Your design is very clever, and you have mastered all kinds of styles very well." Well, even better than some experienced designers, I can’t believe I’m a sophomore! Sure enough, talent can’t be forced.”

Jiang Ting wiped off her bright lipstick in front of the mirror, pursed her lips and smiled.

When she was a child, other children liked to play around wildly, but she could sit at home all day with a piece of paper and a pencil.

She has never studied painting systematically, but the things she draws are vivid.

Grandma took her to live, and she was not well off financially. She didn't have any extra money to buy her beautiful clothes, so she drew all kinds of small skirts on paper with her imagination.

Jiang Ting withdrew his thoughts, and responded modestly: "There is no one with poor talent who can enter the top ten."

Ren Han was about to say something more, when the backstage staff suddenly came in with a bouquet of bright red roses, saying that someone gave them to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting took down the card inserted in the flower, on which a congratulatory message was written, but there was no signature.

Ren Han came over to take a look, and asked with a smile if it was a gift from her boyfriend.

Lu Shiyi's figure appeared in Jiang Ting's mind, and soon he laughed at himself in his heart.

At noon on Monday, she took the initiative to call, and he just casually asked about the situation of the game. His attitude was not indifferent, but he didn't care at all.

How could it be the flowers he sent?

Jiang Ting shook his head.

The eyes that Ren Han handed over were still ambiguous.

Not a boyfriend, but definitely a suitor!

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room, Jiang Ting turned his head and saw Su Lang striding in in a suit and leather shoes.

Su Lang glanced at the red rose in her arms: "Congratulations, you made it into the top ten. Do you still like the flowers?"

Jiang Ting was surprised, he sent it?

Su Lang also sent her flowers last Saturday, but Chu Wei and Pei Jiameng also sent them back then, so it wasn't too abrupt.

Jiang Ting only thought he was looking at Lu Shiyi and Chu Wei's face.

But today he gave it again, still a red rose...

She didn't believe that Su Lang didn't know the meaning of such a special flower.

Jiang Ting subconsciously frowned.

Ren Han already took the initiative to leave with a very complex expression. Su Lang sat down at her original position, glanced at her slightly frowning brows, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Let's have a meal together later?"

When did they become so familiar?

Jiang Ting put the roses on the dressing table, and politely refused: "It's getting late, I'm going back to the hotel to rest."

The corners of Su Lang's eyes flickered, but there was still a soft smile on his face: "Chu Wei asked me to take care of you. I also borrowed flowers to present the bouquet of roses to Buddha."

It was she who misunderstood.

Jiang Ting let go of her frowning eyebrows.

But in this way, it is not easy to refuse.

Ten minutes later, the two came out of the cultural hall used for the competition together.

The Cultural Center is located in the center of the island, surrounded by hotels, restaurants, and entertainment venues.

Jiang Ting followed Su Lang to a black Porsche outside the door.

Su Lang thoughtfully helped her open the co-pilot's door.

At this moment, a gorgeous firework exploded above the head.

Then, the fireworks rushed into the night sky one after another.

Jiang Ting looked up and saw countless colorful fireworks blooming in the dark night sky at the same time, bursting out bright and dazzling light, which is really beautiful!

Like the people who stopped around, she was addicted to this beautiful scenery.

After two or three minutes, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

A deep and mellow "Jiang Jiang" brought Jiang Ting back to his senses and turned his head following the sound.

A black Maybach that was low-key but could not conceal its extravagance suddenly appeared in her field of vision. When the car door opened, she unexpectedly saw Lu Shiyi getting out of the car with a large bouquet of fiery red roses and approaching her step by step.

The roses in his arms are two or three times bigger than the bunch just now!

Jiang Ting looked at him for a moment, forgetting even the beautiful scenery above her head.

The emotions in her eyes ranged from disbelief, to shock, to uncontrollable joy.

Lu Shiyi walked in front of her, his eyes flicked over the corners of her curved mouth, and finally locked on her cheeks that were as clear as white jade.

He passed the flowers towards Jiang Ting like no one else was there: "To my Mrs. Lu."

Then he naturally grabbed her wrist and took her away from Su Lang, wrapping his arms around her slender waist as if swearing sovereignty with the other side.

Jiang Ting looked down at the fiery red rose in her bosom.

At this moment, she felt that her heart seemed to be surrounded by a raging flame, and she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

And the smile on Su Lang's face had all disappeared as early as the moment Lu Shiyi appeared.

Lu Shiyi's dark eyes were dark, and with a slight smile on his lips, he looked at him.

The eyes of the men collided, and only each other understood what the other meant.

Su Lang quickly covered up the darkness in his eyes, and looked at Lu Shiyi with a half-smile: "Boss Lu is always busy with work, why is he so leisurely and elegant all of a sudden?"

Lu Shiyi said lightly: "Mrs. Lu won the competition, so naturally I can't be absent."

He suddenly lowered his head, kissed Jiang Ting's smooth forehead lightly with his thin lips, and left as soon as he touched it.

Skin-to-skin contact brings instant trembling.

Jiang Ting subconsciously wanted to back away from his arms, but Lu Shiyi's big palm on her waist tightened a bit: "Don't move, or you will be suspicious."

After a short pause, the man's clear voice rang in his ears again: "Fireworks or roses, which one do you prefer?"

Jiang Ting looked at the colorful fireworks in the night sky again, and felt joy in his heart: "You set the fireworks off?"

Lu Shiyi didn't answer, waiting for her answer.

Jiang Ting thought he was asking about the fireworks and roses he gave, so she raised her thin white chin and said softly, "I like everything you gave me."

Lu Shiyi swept across the rose in Su Lang's hand, and the corners of his mouth deepened.

Jiang Ting leaned against the man's strong chest, the sound of fireworks exploding continued in her ears, but she could only hear the sharp vibration of his chest.