The Pillow of the Bad President

Zhuang Qintong nodded with a smile.

Immediately, he unhurriedly glanced at the female assistants who were following him. In front of the female assistants, she took out the dresses they brought from LV's limited suitcase, and carefully hung them on the hanger beside her.

The extremely luxurious black wrap-chest dress, hand-inlaid jewels and jade, spread from the chest to the skirt, like a black night setting off the sky full of stars, gorgeous.

If you wear it on your body, you can imagine that you will look down on all living beings like a queen.

Moreover, such a glamorous dress fits Mrs. Holman's temperament very well.

Zhuang Qintong casually looked in the direction of the staff, and when the other party understood, he immediately exclaimed, "Wow, this is too beautiful, isn't it?"

After this sound, it is easy to have echoing voices.

So soon, the dressing room was full of exclamations.

"It's so beautiful that I can't breathe"

"My eyes are about to be blinded by the flash, what kind of fairy design is this?"

"It is indeed one of the best young Chinese female designers at home and abroad. I can imagine that Mrs. Holman wearing this dress will definitely overwhelm everyone tonight."

The staff nodded frequently and gathered together to whisper, very optimistic.

Zhuang Qintong was very satisfied with the result.

She stood beside her dignifiedly and gracefully, her red lips raised, and her beautiful eyes were full of self-satisfaction, as if she had controlled everything quietly.

Mrs. Holman also nodded slightly, showing satisfaction in her expression.

Tonight's occasion was very important to her.

For the choice of dress, she wants to wear what she likes.

Because the order involved two designers, Mrs. Holman chose to let them do the drafting.

Within a limited time, on the day of the international event, the two brought the design to Mrs. Holman. After reading the draft, she would choose the design that appealed to her and go directly to the event.

Now it seems that Zhuang Qintong's design did not disappoint.

Having received so many praises and praises, Mrs. Holman has already become inclined and seems to be ready to choose her design.

Seeing this, Susan quickly reminded, "Mrs. Holman, you haven't read ours yet."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Holman nodded coldly, "Miss Hao, please show your design."

Hao Yan smiled, "Okay"

Compared with Zhuang Qintong's dress, which had already won the favor of everyone, she looked calm, bent over calmly, opened the big bag she brought in, took out the hanger inside, and then revealed the cheongsam inside.

She also hung the cheongsam on the hanger.

Dark purple cheongsam with crescent moon sleeves, hand-woven collar, slanted placket extending to every button on the right side of the skirt, with a round pearl sewn on it, noble and elegant.

The overall design of the cheongsam is simple and elegant, but there is nothing special about it, except that the color of the skirt is Phoenix Vibrating Feather Chrysanthemum, and the petals are curved inwards, resembling a phoenix dancing slowly.

Phoenix Zhenyu chrysanthemum, the king of flowers of chrysanthemums, is very eye-catching.

Even so, it was just a seemingly ordinary cheongsam, which was much inferior to Zhuang Qintong's luxurious black evening dress.

Especially when the two dresses are hung side by side, it really stands out.

The others in the dressing room were already shaking their heads.

Not only the others, but even Susan's face showed anxiety.

The design this time was handed over to Hao Yan by Mrs. He herself. During the drafting process, the two of them fell into a cloud of worry. Later, Hao Yan said that she had a direction and was confident. Susan's studio had other matters, so she did not follow up.

Susan hadn't seen her designs before today.

At this time, his eyes glanced at the cheongsam, and his heart couldn't help beating, thinking that Hao Yan had lost this time.

Hao Yan's expression remained unchanged, her brows and eyes were pure and calm.

"It's over, she lost"

"No need at all, Mrs. Holman must have chosen Ms. Zhuang's design."

"There is no suspense in this draft, Miss Zhuang's dress won without any surprises"

In such a voice, Mrs. Holman suddenly walked straight to the hanger.

Her eyes were fixed on the cheongsam, and the light inside suddenly shone.

Mrs. Holman stared at the cheongsam almost obsessively, her voice trembling, "This cheongsam"

People don't know why.

Hao Yan smiled, and she took out a photo from her bag.

The photo has been retouched and has been around for some years. It is a photo of Holman and his wife when they were young more than ten years ago.

Holman wore a British-style tuxedo, while Mrs. Holman wore a dark purple cheongsam.

Hao Yan said slowly, "Mrs. Holman, I know that you and your husband have a very deep relationship. I admire and yearn for the relationship between the two of you very much. I have also heard many love stories between you. I have no intention of Got this photo and learned that Mr. Holman likes you best in cheongsam"

These were all told by Mrs. Holman's assistant.

Qin Huainian helped secretly connect her and let her get in touch with Mrs. Holman's assistant. From the other party, she got a lot of useful information.

Including this photo, it was also given to her by the other party.

Mrs. Holman took the photo and nodded, her gaze drifted away from memories.

There was a gentle look in her cold eyebrows, as if she was immersed in happiness, "That's right, when Holman and I met for the first time in country y, I wore such a dark purple cheongsam, the face was exactly the same "Fenghuang Zhenyu from the cheongsam, he fell in love with me at first sight and he invited me to dance, he said my dancing posture is as beautiful as the Phoenix Zhenyu in the cheongsam"

Ten years of life and death are boundless.

Mrs. Holman and her husband have a deep bond that hasn't changed over the years.

She recalled the details of their husband and wife countless times, and missed the first meeting, but the cheongsam could no longer be found.

Mrs. Holman looked at the cheongsam in front of her and was very emotional for a while.

The cheongsam designed by Hao Yan and the photos are highly reproducible, but if you look carefully, there are also many amazing ingenuities.

Mrs. Holman's abnormal performance made everyone focus on the cheongsam again.

A staff member who knew this well was surprised.

"It turned out to be the texture of silk"

"The phoenix Zhenyu chrysanthemum on the surface is a combination of hand-painted and embroidery"

Regular silk is different from ordinary silk, which is rare in the market, and the cheongsam made of it is very precious in itself.

The flower pattern is complemented by hand-painted and embroidered. After the hand is gently brushed, under the light, there is a gorgeous light flashing, gentle like a wave, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Seeing these details, Mrs. Holman nodded movedly, "Miss Hao, you have a heart."

Hao Yan's smile was clear and confident.

The Pillow of the Bad President