The fake daughter turned into a rich man, but you, Mr. Si, can’t reach that level.

Beijing Convention and Exhibition Center.

The annual China Cup Fashion Design Competition will be held here.

Ou Yan parked his car in the parking lot outside the center and went to the main entrance to find Yin Panpan.

The entire convention and exhibition center was filled with competition flags inside and outside, and competition banners were hung up, giving it a very competitive atmosphere.

There were a lot of people competing today, and many reporters were waiting at the door. When they saw famous designers, they quickly clicked the shutter.

Yin Panpan stood alone in the corner. When he saw Ou Yan, he waved hurriedly, "Mr. Ou, here!"

Ou Yan walked briskly and exuded a cold aura. "Just call me Ou Yan. I will be your assistant today."

"Okay." Yin Panpan nodded quickly, "Have you had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

"Why isn't your hand bandaged?" Yin Panpan found that her right wrist was still bruised and swollen, and hurriedly rummaged through her backpack, "Let me bandage it for you. I just bought gauze and ointment on the way here. …”

"no need."

Ouyan didn't want to attract attention. There were cameras facing them throughout today's competition.

She doesn't want to be the center of attention.

When Yin Panpan saw that she was not tied up, he took off the gauze himself, revealing his two red and swollen hands.

"I missed the medicine last night."

"Ah?" Yin Panpan didn't expect that she would notice it after just one glance, and hurriedly explained, "There isn't much left of the ointment last night..."

She still squeezed hard and finally squeezed out a little bit.

"But I bought new ones on the way here. If your hand hurts later, you can tell me."

"Ah."

When entering the main hall, Yin Panpan showed the text message that the registration was successful and exchanged two competition cards.

She is designer number 16.

Ou Yan is Assistant No. 16.

By swiping their cards along the way, the two of them can successfully enter the home court.

This is the first time for Yin Panpan to come to such a sacred place, "There are so many people here, so beautiful..."

Ou Yan glanced at the street sign and said, "This way."

Numbers 1 to 20 are in rest area A.

At this time, there were only a few designers and assistants in rest area A. As soon as Yin Panpan entered, she heard someone calling her name.

"Yin Panpan? Why are you here?!"

Yin Panpan followed the voice and was equally unhappy, "Yin Qing?"

"You are really poor and bold, you dare to come anywhere."

Yin Qing wore a gorgeous little dress and came to Yin Panpan arrogantly. She was about to avenge her last time when she raised her eyes and saw Ou Yan standing next to her.

The raised hand could only be taken back abruptly.

"Here we are defeated!" Yin Qing didn't dare to touch them, so she could only keep saying, "Don't cry if you lose later!"

"Hmph, you're the one who's crying." Yin Panpan mustered up the courage to reply bravely, "How can someone who doesn't even understand design have the nerve to come here to gather people?"

"Me? Are you here to gather people?" Yin Qing smiled scornfully, "Who told you that I was here to participate in the competition?"

"Aren't you?" Yin Panpan looked at her suspiciously.

"Not everyone works hard to get a ranking like you. What you desperately want to get is just what I don't want."

"Then you're still coming?" Yin Panpan asked.

"Is the injury from last time healed?" Ou Yan on the side reminded coldly, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"You, you two..." Yin Qing glared at them both fiercely, turned around and left in anger.

Several designers around were confused. The injury from last time? What's the meaning? Could it be that Miss Yin was beaten by them last time?

Is it Yin Panpan and her assistant?

omg...

This is breaking news!

Designer No. [-] saw Yin Qing returning to her seat and sulking, so she quickly made a cup of coffee and brought it over, "Miss Yin, this is your coffee."

"Well..." Yin Qing just took a sip and poured the coffee on the designer's clothes. "You want to burn me to death?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Designer No. [-] was so frightened that he hurriedly bent down to apologize, regardless of the burn. "I forgot to remind you that this was brewed with [-]-degree boiling water..."

"Get out!" Yin Qing's mood suddenly became unhappy.

Designer No. [-] hurriedly delivered the desserts he had brought, "Miss Yin, would you like to have something to eat? I heard that eating some sweets will put people in a good mood."

"It's so early in the morning, do you want me to be sick of you or fat to death? I've become ugly so you can seduce my boyfriend, right?"

Designer No. [-] was frightened and apologized hastily, "Miss Yin, you misunderstood. I definitely didn't mean it..."

"What kind of food are you treating me to? Did you buy it on the roadside?" Yin Qing glanced at the sweet brand. She didn't know which small place produced it, and shouted impatiently, "Let's go!"

"Miss Yin, the competition hasn't started yet, can I give you a squeeze on your shoulders?" Designer No. [-] stepped forward gently.

"I guess you're going to cause trouble!" Yin Qing was pressed twice by her, and her anger came up again, "You didn't eat in the morning? You're so light, why are you tickling me?"

Designer No. [-] hurriedly increased his intensity.

"Ah..." Yin Qing pushed her away at once.

Designer No. [-] lost his footing and hit the wall, feeling excruciating pain.

"You're looking for death. I see you hurt me on purpose to take out your anger on me! Get out of here!"

The designer of No. West stepped forward cautiously and took a small fan, "Miss Yin, please calm down, it's a bit hot in here. Can I fan you?"

"What are you fanning? Do you want to mess up my hair? Go, go!" Yin Qing glanced at them displeasedly, "I didn't get the top ten this time, and I didn't compare to Yin Panpan, so give it to me. Just pack up and leave, the company doesn’t support idle people!”

"Yes, Miss Yin." Although the Western designer was angry, he had to lower his head under the eaves.

"I see..." Yin Panpan saw it, "Although designers are participating in the competition in their own name this time, many companies will require their own designers to sign up. If they don't get a high ranking, their salary will be reduced. Or get fired."

Yin Panpan looked at the movement over there and said to Ouyan, "That designer works in the Yin family's clothing company. I guess he is usually very angry with Yin Qing."

Yin Qing is unruly, willful and excessive!

"The game is about to start." Ou Yan is not in the habit of watching the excitement, "You take a rest first, and I'll go to the bathroom."

"I'll go too." Yin Panpan didn't want to stay here and watch Yin Qing's arrogance, so she followed Ou Yan and left.

As soon as Ouyan came out of the bathroom, someone exclaimed.

"Ouyan?"

Ou Yan heard the voice and naturally knew who it was. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. After washing his hands, he was about to leave.

"Miss Yaoyao, do you know her?" Designer No. 9, who accompanied Bai Muyao, noticed that Bai Muyao's eyes were full of hatred when he looked at the girl. It seemed that he not only knew her, but also had hatred.

"Are you happy that I have been ruined?" Bai Muyao blocked Ou Yan's way.

Ou Yan looked at this person who had come up to him regardless of life and death, and said lazily, "Seeing you standing here alive and kicking... I'm not very happy. It seems that what happened last time hasn't left you with a long memory."