The Pillow of the Bad President

Seeing Mrs. Zhuang with such a kind face and kind eyes, everyone was a little stunned.

But it didn't make the atmosphere stiff and awkward, but it was really a relief.

Hao Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mrs. Zhuang has a bad temper, at least she has no evil intentions to make things difficult for a child.

Tangtang's fat little hands peeled off the wrapping paper, put the lollipop into his mouth, and ran back to Hao Yan's side with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Zhuang, supported by Zhuang Qintong, also sat on the sofa.

Mr. Zhuang glanced over, his meaning was obvious, Mrs. Zhuang naturally understood, she didn't take the initiative to criticize, she sat there quietly and posed.

Zhuang Qingze and Lin Yin's husband and wife found a new topic, and the conversation started again in the living room.

Hao Yan looked at Lin Yin, and suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, teacher, the shortlist for the GDA International Design Exhibition has come out, and I have entered the final round."

Lin Yin laughed happily when she heard the words, "Yes, I was just about to ask you, which is great, but with your strength, I don't need to worry about you."

After saying that, she did not ignore Zhuang Qintong, and turned to ask her kindly, "Qintong should have entered successfully, too."

The candidates for the gda international design exhibition have been screened successively since the registration.

Similar to most of the competition rules, all registered designers went through fierce competition, and only three entered the final round.

Next, through the design works they prepared for this design exhibition, the best one will be selected and become the winner, that is, the final quota of candidates.

Zhuang Qintong nodded with a smile, "Yes, auntie."

The hand resting on the sofa was quietly clenched.

She also received news about this in the morning, and she was not surprised when she learned that she had successfully entered the final round.

As for the other two competitors, Zhuang Qintong thought about calling the Garment Association to inquire after finishing his work.

It's just that she didn't expect that there really was Hao Yan inside.

Perhaps, Zhuang Qintong vaguely guessed that there would be such a result when he saw Hao Yan's appearance when he declared for the number of candidates.

The uncontrollable panic in my heart became heavier.

Mr. Zhuang heard their conversation, and took the initiative to intervene, "I have also heard about the GDA International Design Exhibition. It is a very important event, and the G media also has a lot of reports. Every country attaches great importance to it, and it is possible to display their works in such a place. , is a very honorable thing.”

Mr. Zhuang's words are more objective.

In fact, for the industry, this is an extremely rare opportunity. It is completely on the international stage. If you can get a place to participate in the election, it will be a great achievement for both the brand and the designer. and glory.

That's why the headquarters attached great importance to it and handed over the matter to Zhuang Qintong.

Mr. Zhuang laughed heartily and continued, "Haha, three people entered in the final round, Yanzi and Qintong both entered, then we will occupy two, there is a 60.00% chance, in the end it doesn't matter who the two children are If we can participate in the election, we can all say that we have made money.”

He said that, besides feeling that Hao Yan is the blood of the Zhuang family, and Zhuang Qintong, who was raised in the Zhuang family since childhood, both are children of the Zhuang family. He hopes that their young people can get along well, and secondly, he wants to get closer to Hao Yan. .

Mrs. Zhuang was a little unhappy when she heard this.

After all, she couldn't hold back her harshness, and sarcastically said, "As long as she can compare with Qintong, I think it might be a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse. It's just luck. Qintong is different. She was designed at a young age. She is known as a genius girl, and now she is a very young and outstanding female designer both at home and abroad.”

Zhuang Qintong was a farmer that Mrs. Zhuang personally picked up, and she grew up beside her. It can be said that she cultivated it with one hand, so she was very proud of Zhuang Qintong's excellence.

Seriously sucking the lollipop Tangtang, with a small face, said seriously, "Grandma, my mother is very powerful"

If someone else spoke, Mrs. Zhuang would definitely refute more vigorously, but facing Tangtang, she couldn't express her temper.

Mr. Zhuang gave his wife a slight warning look, then smiled and said, "Anyway, you two, come on, we are waiting for your good news."

Hao Yan smiled lightly.

Zhuang Qintong also smiled gracefully, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff.

There were some noises from the entrance, and then the servant came in and reported, "Miss Qintong, you have a guest."

The guest who came was Xiaotong, Zhuang Qintong's design assistant.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qintong stood up and said with a little apology, "Grandpa, aunt, uncle, aunt, Miss Hao, I have something to do here, so I'll excuse you and go upstairs first."

She took her assistant into her bedroom.

When Zhuang Qintong pulled out his chair and sat down, he found that the boy was standing there with erratic eyes and a look of restlessness.

Zhuang Qintong frowned, "Little boy, what's wrong with you?"

The little boy licked his lips and shook his head stammeringly, "No, nothing."

She saw Hao Yan downstairs just now, and she couldn't help but think of the time when she was accidentally bumped into by the little Lori when she came to the dealership last time, and all the design drawings were scattered on the steps

Maybe it was because of the ghost in her heart, she always felt that Hao Yan already knew something.

Xiao Tong hesitated to speak, hesitating whether to tell Zhuang Qintong about this matter, but felt that he might be thinking too much, weighed it over and over again, and finally swallowed the words back.

Zhuang Qintong didn't ask, but had his own gloomy thoughts.

She can be sure in her heart that Hao Yan will be her biggest obstacle in participating in the GDA International Design Exhibition.

Zhuang Qintong raised her beautiful eyes gracefully, and asked the assistant, "There is a new design drawing."

"Yes" the boy nodded.

She opened the handbag, and there was a thick stack of design sketches inside.

After taking it, Zhuang Qintong flipped through the pages one by one, moving quickly, his beautiful brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

After reading the last picture, she raised her hand and threw it into the trash can beside her.

Seeing this, the little boy hurriedly and cautiously asked, "Director Zhuang, are all these designs unacceptable?"

Zhuang Qintong's expression was uneasy, he didn't even look at the trash can, he frowned and said, "Of course not, these are all rags, without a single eye-catching design, they can only be called garbage. The gda international design exhibition is coming soon, so you can participate in the selection process." is imminent, I want to be safe, I must have a design that won the quota."

There was a cloud of sorrow on the boy's face.

Zhuang Qintong looked at the assistant and confessed, "Little boy, go back and let them continue to paint for me. They stay up all night painting and can't stop for a moment. Those who can't paint are not allowed to sleep. I believe that something will come out."

The Pillow of the Bad President