The Pillow of the Bad President

Tonight's event is hosted by Mrs. He.

After the opening, Mrs. He, wearing a noble and elegant black evening dress, was seen standing in the middle of the crowd. She was in her 50s, well maintained, with shallow lines around her eyes, and strong communication skills. She was talking and laughing happily with the guests around her.

Although she is honored as Mrs. He, she is actually a strong woman.

At this moment, Qin Yu was pulled aside by an acquaintance to have a chat.

Susan gently pulled Hao Yan down, and introduced to her, "Mrs. He owns the largest clothing company, especially in import and export. All brands and studios are rushing to cooperate with her."

Hao Yan nodded.

She also has a certain understanding of Mrs. He, and she is a very powerful character in the clothing industry.

Susan said, "Swallow, Mrs. He's clothing company has thrown out a new olive branch, many people are staring at it, and the studio also wants to win this annual contract, so the main purpose of our participation in the event this time is to hope I can try to make a good impression in front of her.”

The studio's prospects have been good, especially after the last fashion week, the industry has gained a lot of fame, but it is not enough.

Hao Yan understood clearly, "I understand."

Susan glanced somewhere out of the corner of her eye, and snorted coldly, not because of jealousy, but more because of displeasure, "The brand that Zhuang Qintong is in charge of has already had a certain degree of in-depth cooperation with Mrs. He, and I don't want to lose to she"

Hao Yan raised her eyes lightly, and when she was about to look over, she saw a figure walking towards her suddenly.

Song Aiqi held up her skirt that was slightly dragging the floor, and smiled in front of her and said, "Miss Hao, are you right? Hello, I'm Song Aiqi"

Hao Yan was surprised, but also very vigilant.

She didn't see any kindness in the other party's eyes, she just nodded calmly, "Hi, Miss Song."

Song Aiqi raised her hand and brushed her hair, showing coquettish, "That day at the hospital, Mr. Qin left too quickly, and didn't even have time to say hello to you."

There was a bit of deliberate provocation in his tone.

Hao Yan accepted the offer with a smile, "Well, we have a date"

What Song Aiqi said had no deep meaning, as if there was something tricky between her and Qin Huainian, they took her away so anxiously at that time, but Hao Yan told her directly that in their eyes, they didn't take her seriously at all .

Song Aiqi had an ugly expression on her face for a moment, but she still smiled and continued, "It seems that Ms. Hao is a designer. If there is a chance, I hope to wear your work."

Hao Yan returned the same smirk.

Song Aiqi didn't intend to leave, she stood by the side all the time, seeming very warm.

Hao Yan frowned.

The event was already halfway through. In order to add to the fun, Mrs. He deliberately took out a lot of her private clothing collection, and ordered the staff to display it in various directions at the scene for everyone to appreciate.

Each piece is almost a work of art.

Everyone stepped forward to watch the event, and the scene of the event suddenly became more lively.

Hao Yan and Susan were also attracted, and Song Aiqi, who was beside her, also followed their footsteps.

On display near the hanger is a light red cheongsam with low slits. The fabric looks ordinary, but the embroidery pattern is ingenious. There is a golden peacock with its tail on the left side of the skirt.

The bird feathers are all outlined with hair-thin gold threads, and the tail screen is cleverly spliced ​​into a hollow effect. Under the light, it is exquisite and agile.

Many people were amazed by the embroidery, reaching out and touching the fabric carefully.

Hao Yan could tell that it was a very traditional technique.

Most importantly, the gold thread used in embroidery is very rare, and it is hard to find it on the market.

Hao Yan couldn't help but was about to take two steps forward, wanting to appreciate it at a closer distance, when suddenly, someone pushed her waist hard.

She was caught off guard and staggered forward.

Because there was no one in front of her, and she was facing the cheongsam on the hanger, even though Hao Yan reacted quickly, her fingertips still pulled the skirt of the cheongsam when she fell.

Song Aiqi stepped forward to support her kindly, "Miss Hao, be careful."

Immediately, he exclaimed again suddenly, "Ah, what do you do if you damaged Mrs. He's artwork?"

Hao Yan quickly looked over.

The position of the sparrow's feathers is outlined with gold wire, and it is hollowed out. It is ingenious but also fragile. It has been torn apart after a little external force.

Hao Yan's eyes were slightly cold, and she stared straight at Song Aiqi in front of her, "You pushed me just now."

Song Aiqi came with them, and Hao Yan was only closest to her and Susan. It was impossible for Susan, let alone on her right side.

Hao Yan was intentionally wary of Song Aiqi, worried that she would secretly cause trouble for her, but she did not expect her to play tricks so simply and directly.

Song Aiqi spread her hands and said innocently, "Miss Hao, why are you blaming me? It's obvious that you walked carelessly. As far as I know, this private design is Mrs. He's favorite, and Still an orphan”

There was faint anger beating between Hao Yan's brows.

She knew that the other party was going to refuse to admit it, and although there were surveillance cameras all around, Song Aiqi's movements were extremely small, so she might not be able to detect it.

Susan asked nervously, "Swallow, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Hao Yan shook her head, looking at the cheongsam with solemn and worried eyes.

“Such a fine work of art has been damaged”

"It's a pity, it's still an orphan, this is the only one"

People around gathered to watch the excitement, sighing.

Song Aiqi smiled brightly, "Isn't Ms. Hao a designer, since you broke it, let's fix it."

When Susan heard such words, she suddenly felt that the other party was extremely vicious.

Not to mention that the embroidery technique is very traditional and not everyone knows it. What's more, the gold thread used by Que Ling is nowhere to be found in the market. Even if it is repaired, it will not return to its original appearance.

This is simply impossible.

Because of the commotion caused here, Mrs. He from a distance also came over after hearing the news.

Seeing the damage on the cheongsam, he frowned.

Hao Yan had no choice but to apologize, "Mrs. He, I'm sorry"

Her palms were clenched together, but she couldn't find the right words to save her.

Originally, Susan and her came here tonight to make a good impression in front of Mrs. He, but at this moment, it is conceivable that they would offend the other party.

She pursed her lips, thinking about countermeasures.

Qin Yu, who was dragged away by others before, strode over and wanted to help Hao Yan, "This incident was an accident, and it was unintentional to damage the cheongsam. Mrs. He can tell you the price of this cheongsam, and we will definitely pay for it." Double the compensation, and then express apology”

Zhuang Qintong, who was in the crowd, smiled and shook his head slightly, "Qin Yu, I'm afraid it won't work. Miss Song also said just now that this cheongsam is a unique item and cannot be measured by money."

The Pillow of the Bad President