The Pillow of the Bad President

After a long while, Hao Yan took her gaze away from the model.

She turned her head slightly, looked at Zhuang Qintong beside her, and suddenly asked without thinking, "Miss Zhuang, how sure are you of the final quota for the GDA International Design Exhibition?"

Zhuang Qintong was startled.

It seemed that she didn't expect her to ask a question suddenly, she was a little dazed, and then smiled.

Zhuang Qintong said slowly, "This GDA International Design Exhibition is very important not only from the perspective of the headquarters, but also from my own perspective, so I will do my best, and I believe hard work pays off."

Her demeanor is elegant, and her official tone has a hint of modesty, which is in line with her external image.

Hao Yan heard the words, but it was rare for her to speak sharply, "Really, I'm 90.00% sure"

At this moment, there is confidence in the eyebrows and eyes, a little wanton.

Zhuang Qintong's expression froze.

Not far away, Lin Yin came back after answering the phone, and Hao Yan regained her indifferent and gentle expression.

When Zhuang Qintong saw Lin Yin, he reacted belatedly, his red lips gradually raised, and he put on that elegant smiling face again.

It's just that secretly's hand clenched even tighter.

Before the GDA International Design Exhibition, she had always been [-]% sure, or it could be said that it was inevitable.

But now that Hao Yan stepped in, she suddenly couldn't be sure.

this feeling is bad

After separating from Lin Yin, Hao Yan still didn't go home, but sent a message to Susan, and when she learned that Lin Yin was still in the studio in the south of the city, she turned around and went there.

After getting out of the elevator, the office was brightly lit.

The other employees had already left work early, and only Susan was in the office.

Hao Yan thought she was working overtime, and after entering, she found that she was leaning on the swivel chair, wearing a Bluetooth headset on her ear, talking on the phone, her tone was very light and soft, faintly, as if she was acting like a baby.

The light shone softly on Susan's heroic face.

Hao Yan leaned against the door and raised her hand to knock.

Susan heard the sound, quickly whispered twice and hung up the phone, then sat up straight, cleared her throat unnaturally, "cough cough"

Hao Yan smiled slightly at her reaction.

She walked in, pulled out a chair and sat opposite.

Susan quickly put the phone back in the drawer, and asked solemnly, "Swallow, why are you here at this time?"

Hao Yan pondered for a while, then slowly opened her mouth

After hearing what she said, Susan was shocked in place, her eyes widened, and she asked in disbelief, "Swallow, are you serious? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? Zhuang Qintong's design is not at all Her original creations are all done for her by others, she has a so-called shooter"

Hao Yan nodded, "Well, I asked Qin Huainian to find out these. Zhuang Qintong has indeed secretly raised a design team for five years, and hired many designers to serve her alone."

The time I brought Tangtang to the Zhuang's house as a guest, before leaving, I met Xiaotong, Zhuang Qintong's design assistant.

At that time, Tangtang bumped into each other and scattered the design drawings all over the floor.

Hao Yan found it very strange, because even on the sketches, the designer is used to sign on the lower right mark, but there is no such thing on the design drawing of the day, and the design style is different, obviously it is not from one person, at least explain a little , not from the hands of Zhuang Qintong.

She felt strange, and thought of what Susan had said to herself.

Once in the finals of the China Cup, Zhuang Qintong plagiarized Susan's work and won all the popularity, so Hao Yan had a bold idea in his head and asked Qin Huainian to help investigate.

After all, Zhuang Qintong had a criminal record.

Hao Yan paused for a moment, and continued, "At first, I was still a little uncertain, and I was afraid that I would wrong her by overthinking, but today I accompanied my teacher to the show where her new product was released. I can be sure that the design on the model is from someone else. hand, she just made changes on the original basis”

Susan, who has always been very principled, couldn't help but swear, "Grass"

"I just said, what was once hailed as a talented girl in the fashion design industry? I am afraid that the person who could copy my design in the competition back then could have the ability. No wonder she has been praised so highly in recent years. Except for her relationship with l That layer of kinship is her endless designs."

Susan was particularly indignant and emotional, "But it turns out that these are not hers, but there is such a team behind them, who openly regard the efforts of other designers as their own, and her plagiarism is not too much." disgusting"

Hao Yan also felt very shameless.

She felt that people like Zhuang Qintong had tarnished the design.

Hao Yan's eyes were clear, and she asked in a quiet voice, "Susan, do you want to take revenge for being plagiarized?"

"Of course." Susan nodded sharply.

This incident still haunts her.

There are regulations in the China Cup competition, all designers have only one chance to sign up for the competition, so when Lin Yin begged for mercy, she didn't pursue it with Zhuang Qintong, but she was also forced to miss the China Cup.

Hao Yan said, "I'll help you"

Susan's eyes were burning, "Swallow, are you sure you want to do this?"

Hao Yan smiled, "Of course, I applied for the GDA International Design Exhibition just to make things difficult for her."

Speaking of which, Zhuang Qintong had cheated herself twice before, and it was her turn to do it once.

The two had a lively discussion.

Before leaving, Hao Yan's eyes rested on Susan's hair.

Susan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by her, raised her hand and touched her head, "What's the matter?"

Hao Yan smiled and said, "Susan, your hair seems to have grown."

Susan's eyes flickered, "Well, I want to grow my hair long recently, and I don't plan to cut it."

Susan originally had short hair, but now it grew out and the ends looked fluffy, which softened her heroic features a lot.

Moreover, Hao Yan found that her usual neutral attire seemed to be changing quietly. Although her dressing style did not change much, she seemed to have become a lot more ladylike.

Thinking of the conversation on the phone when she just came in, Hao Yan's eyes were full of inquiry.

Susan felt that her gaze was tangible, she couldn't hold back her honesty, and said in a shy voice, "Oh, it's not that Ren Zhu, he said he likes people with long hair, and he also suspects that I don't like men, I have to prove it to him look"

Hao Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing.

In the evening, Qin Huainian came back later from a social event.

After Hao Yan took a shower and dried her hair, she sat on the bed in a daze, thinking about what she discussed with Susan at night.

The sound of an electronic lock came from the entrance, followed by the sound of steady footsteps from far to near, pushing the door into the master bedroom.

Because Hao Yan was immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't pay attention until her eyes were covered by a shadow, and she raised her eyes to see Qin Huainian's extremely handsome face.

She pulled out her thoughts, "Qin Huainian, you are back"

Because of drinking red wine in the evening, the eyes behind the lenses were stained with alcohol, making them look deeper.

Qin Huainian pinched her earlobe, "Why are you so preoccupied?"

Hao Yan smiled mysteriously, "I'm thinking about how to do something bad."

Hearing this, Qin Huainian frowned, then glanced outside the master bedroom, "Tangtang has already fallen asleep."

Hao Yan nodded, "Yes, I fell asleep."

Qin Huainian took off his suit jacket, and at the same time untied the shirt inside and threw it away.

He leaned over, lifted the quilt and turned into a hungry wolf and pounced on it.

The room was instantly enchanted.

Hao Yan couldn't avoid it, she became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and her shy voice escaped from panting, "Hey, I'm not talking about this bad thing"

The Pillow of the Bad President