Chapter 5 Chapter 4

"This is Miss Ye Ying, she graduated from..." Mori Mingmei introduced to everyone with a light smile, looked down at the resume in her hand, frowned and said: "...Witchshire College of Fashion Design, Canada." There was a moment of silence in the room. The designers looked at each other with weird expressions. What is the Canadian Widg County Fashion Design Institute? Is there such a school? It is almost unheard of. "Starting today, Ms. Ye Ying will be the deputy director of the design department. This is the draft of her design work. You can pass it on and enjoy it." Sen Mingmei threw another booklet in her hand to the stern man on the right. The middle-aged woman, the middle-aged woman carefully flipped through a few pages, looked at Ye Ying who was standing next to Sen Mingmei, and then passed the design brochure to the hippie young man with holes all over his body.

Very good design. novel structure. But-- The hippie youth flipped a few pages, smiled mockingly, and threw it to the girl designer who was staring at her design in a daze.The girl designer flipped through it absent-mindedly, and handed it to the astonishingly beautiful female designer on the right. "This is Ms. Beiqiongan, George, and Tracy." At the same time, Mingmei introduced the people in the room to Ye Ying one by one. The middle-aged female designer Beiqiongan shook hands with Ye Ying. Ying, the slightly clumsy girl designer Tracy nodded nervously to Ye Ying, "Helen, Mike, Jensen, these are all excellent designers of the company. Also, this is the pattern maker Alin, Jenny, This is Miss Xiu, a senior tailor."

Ye Ying smiled and shook hands or greeted everyone. But her politeness did not get everyone's response. "Miss Ye Ying, are you sure it's your design?" Helen, an astonishingly beautiful female designer, stared at Ye Ying with deep eyes and asked. Ye Yingen said, and looked back: "yes, I'm sure." "A very beautiful design drawing, the silhouette of the clothing is very powerful and very creative," Helen's lips sneered, "but, do you know the difference between a clothing design drawing and an art work?" There were several low laughs in the room.

At this time, everyone has circulated the design draft. "Helen, your question is too profound for a designer who graduated from the 'Witch County' Fashion Design Institute in Canada." Sitting on the large long table, George said casually with his arms folded. There was a burst of laughter. Mori Mingmei glanced at Ye Ying lightly. If there is no Ye Ying, Liao Xiu, another senior designer, will be promoted to the deputy director of the design department. Helen's fanatical crush on him is a well-known thing in the company.Although she promised Xuan that she would bring A Ying into the industry, in the world of designers, nepotism alone cannot convince them.

"The production of a design has to go through the process from plane to three-dimensional. When drawing a plane design, you may feel that you can draw it as you like, but when converting the plane drawing into a three-dimensional form, you must use Rigorous and scientific cutting technology." Just like explaining in class, Bei Qiongan explained to Ye Ying solemnly: "Just like building a house, even if the architect's idea is unconstrained, he must follow the strict principles of mechanics and structure, otherwise the house cannot be built safely. Compared with architecture, although clothing design has more freedom, it also has There must be operability that can be cut out, otherwise, no matter how beautiful your painting is, it will only be a castle in the air, and it will only leave a laughing stock."

"A lot of low-level designers are like this now," Helen sneered, "Just use the hype in the design pictures to deceive customers, but the real product is a mess. For example, this drawing, beautiful is beautiful——" The page that was opened casually. It's a red dress. Its silhouette has a sharp aesthetic feeling, the whole body is cut in one piece, the front is one piece, and the back is stitched, the simple lines, the redundant red fabric are amazingly stacked to form a euphemistic flower, which is consistent with the whole The rigidity of the silhouette creates a wonderfully feminine contrast.

Like an indifferent person walking in a world of steel. The heart is still soft and beautiful. "Jenny, do you think this can be cut out?" Helen sneered again, and handed the design sketch of that page to the pattern maker Jenny. The chubby Jenny took it, looked at it, frowned and shook her head, and said: "It's almost, impossible." One or two designers snickered, Jenny continued to study with a frown, and turned to exchange ideas with another pattern maker, Alin. "This kind of design drawing is just a piece of garbage." Helen's eyes were gloomy, and she looked so beautiful that she looked a bit like a banshee in the deep sea, "Hmph, Miss Ye Ying, I don't care if you squeezed into this room by serving a vegetable. The company, if you want to fly to the branches and become a phoenix, you are still far behind with your little ability."

vegetable. A few low coughs sounded. Everyone present was a little embarrassed. Although the news of Mr. Xie Er's injury and paralysis has not been seen in the media, it has been rumored in the group.It is well known that this Ms. Ye can appear here because she sold herself to Mr. Xie Er who can only be paralyzed in bed in the future.But it was inappropriate for Helen to say these things in public. Ye Ying's eyes turned cold. Mori Mingmei, who had been watching quietly, immediately stood up straight, with displeasure and warning in her voice: "Helen..." "That is to say, none of you can understand how this design should be cut, can you?" Ye Ying smiled softly in the room full of bright sunlight, her eyes touched everyone present, and then Meeting Helen's gaze, he said slowly, "Although today is my first day of reporting, I may be a little rude, but I'm happy to show you how to cut it."

Such a tone! Everyone in the room was stunned. "what?" Helen couldn't believe her ears. This unheard-of woman from the Pheasant University was just squeezed in by the paralyzed Second Young Master. Did you just laugh at her and all the other designers? "Ha, okay, let's enjoy your work that came down from the design sketch!" After being astonished, Helen also laughed, and stared at Ye Ying with deep eyes. Dozens of bolts of cloth are piled up by the right window of the small garment workshop. Among them, there are seven or eight pieces of red cloth. Various materials.

Ye Ying walked over, as if touching a lover's skin, her fingertips gently slid over each piece of red cloth, and then she stretched out her hand, and she hugged one of them out of the pile of cloth. . 7b13b2203029ed Ming Xiaoxi "The Rose of the First Night (Temporary Name)" @ Copyright of Jinjiang Original Network@ Helen sneered coldly. Sen Mingmei stood by the window, looking thoughtfully at Ye Ying who was walking towards the workbench with the cloth in his arms.For fashion design works, choosing the wrong fabric is like a chef choosing the wrong ingredients for cooking. No matter how you do it, it is difficult to make the desired taste.

Therefore, she herself has always been cautious in choosing fabrics. It is necessary to fully unfold the fabric, look through the sun, and then look at it under full light, knead it with your fingers, feel its thickness, and observe its stretchability and drape. Ye Ying, on the other hand, just touched each piece of fabric with his fingers, and did not stay for more than two seconds. Go to the large workbench. Ye Ying raised his hand, and the dark red cloth fluttered and unfurled in the sunlight, passing through wisps of light, like the beautiful red wine of old years, the light flickered like ripples, with a smooth and silky feel, and a firm and reserved look. thickness. The color is exactly the same as the design draft above. It was heavy glossy silk made in Germany. The pattern makers Jenny and Alin both looked at each other, and saw Ye Ying standing in front of the laid silk fabric, contemplating for nearly a minute, and then saw her pick up a piece of chalk. . On the right-hand side of the workbench, there is a shelf on which various rulers and rulers needed for drawing and marking lines are neatly placed. Drawing lines on fabric is different from drawing lines on design paper. The paper is flat and stiff, but the fabric has various textures and ductility.Whenever they get fashion design drawings, like other senior pattern makers, Jenny and Alin will conduct research first, try repeatedly on three-dimensional models, and then choose various suitable rulers and rulers, and carefully place them on the fabric. For scribing, if you simply draw by hand, errors will easily occur, and even if the line is only a few centimeters off, the cutting effect will be greatly reduced. Just now, Jenny thought that this design draft could not be realized because it was a one-piece design and could not be divided into small pieces for cutting, so it required extremely exquisite and accurate judgment that was almost genius-like.Even though she is now a well-known pattern maker in the industry, she still finds it too difficult. White chalk. I chose to click on a few places to make marks, Ye Ying didn't choose any ruler, but directly picked up a pair of sharp scissors. "Crack——" The shiny silk was cut like flowing water. The smooth speed and unhesitating gesture made the room instantly silent. In the blink of an eye. The piece of silk material has been cut in half. As pattern makers who have been in the industry for a long time, Jenny and Alin stood up in amazement. From the cut lines, they could already see the prototype of the ready-to-wear! Leaning on another workbench, George crossed his arms and looked at Ye Ying who was about to finish cutting with a carefree expression. Helen's complexion changed. Although it is not yet possible to fully see what the actual effect will be from the cuts that are currently laid out on the table, but she can already imagine from Jenny and Alin walking around Ye Ying in amazement, with incredible expressions on their faces. . "Crack——" After cutting the last inch, Ye Ying put down the scissors, shook her hands lightly, and the beautiful red wine-like silk flew out from the workbench. It was a complete cut, and it was also a perfect cut. The lines were extremely smooth, without any Stripped or twisted. Get next to a diorama. Ye Ying wrapped the clothes she had just cut, dark red silk, from the shoulders, to the chest, to the waist, turned around, from the back, to the back waist, and then to the buttocks, she used pins one by one. fixed. "Oh my God." Jenny couldn't help but reach out and touch it. This is simply a work of art. Every inch of the line is so perfect and docile, like a second skin. Moreover, this is actually a coherent tailoring. Ye Ying nailed the last pin to the waist and buttocks of the three-dimensional model. Graceful waist line. The protruding dark red silk hangs down, just stacked there to form a beautiful flower. There was no sound. Ye Ying turned around, she smiled, looked at all the designers present one by one again, and asked, "Do you need me to continue to demonstrate the rest of the sewing work?" Everyone looked a little embarrassed. "Cough," Mori Mingmei broke the atmosphere and said, "Aying, I'll take you to see your design studio. From tomorrow, you can officially go to work." evening. . On the way back to Xie's house. The black Bentley was driven surprisingly smoothly by the driver. . Quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window, Ye Ying's face was expressionless, her pupils were as black as deep pools, reflecting the bustling streets and shops.At a red light, a black Bentley stops at an intersection, and a tantalizing aroma of baking wafts through the air. Her eyelashes flicked up. At the southwest corner of the intersection, about five meters away, there is a pastry shop with a red and white checkered flag embroidered with roses hanging on the door, and various attractive pastries are displayed in the bright glass window. "Please, please stop by the side of the road." Ye Ying said to the driver. Pushing open the glass door of the pastry shop, crisp wind chimes sounded, and a strong aroma came blowing in. Ye Ying walked past the pastries with a tray.Exquisite and beautiful in appearance, the variety is also very complete, she looked at it silently, and did not go to take it. Suddenly looked up. In the middle of a whole layer of pastries of various colors, there is a raised small round table, in which there are freshly baked breads. She took one and put it on the tray. Think about it. I took another one. "Miss, what you brought is our shop's signature red bean bread. We have been making it for more than 20 years." A girl in an apron said with a smile, she looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. Love it all, and hope you love it too." That smile was full of sunshine. So clear that there is no trace of dust. Ye Ying couldn't help but also smiled at the girl in front of him. While waiting for the checkout, a curtain in the store was raised, and a fat female baker came out and said, "Xiao Yuan, the butter is almost gone, don't forget it when you buy it." "I see, Mom." The girl Xiao Yuan quickly wrapped up two red bean breads, handed them to Ye Ying, and said with a smile on her face, "Thank you for your visit, and welcome to come next time." The wind chime rang again. Looking at Ye Ying walking away outside the glass door, Xiao Yuan said enviously: "She is so beautiful. If I can have half of her beauty, no, as long as I have one third, I will be satisfied." After finishing speaking, he looked back, only to see that his mother was also staring at the door in a daze, "Mom, you are also dumbfounded." The woman froze for a moment, then shook her head and said: "Maybe I'm wrong." When they returned to Xie's house, the sky was already full of colorful clouds. After getting off the car, Ye Ying didn't stay long, walked through the garden, walked into the white building shaded by vines, and rushed directly to Yuexuan's room at the east end of the first floor.As she got closer, she couldn't help frowning when she saw that the two special guards and all the servants were left outside the door. "Miss Ye, you are back." As if seeing a savior, the special nurse and servants said overjoyed. "You are all here, so who will take care of the Second Young Master?" Ye Ying suppressed the displeasure in his heart and asked as gently as possible. "Miss Ye..." The special nurses and servants showed embarrassment, and then the special nurse Jenny explained that the second young master refused to allow anyone to enter his room, saying that if there was a physical condition or pain occurred, he would ring the bell to call someone.They also felt that it was very inappropriate, but Mr. Xie Ping couldn't persuade the second young master. Except for bringing in lunch at noon, they could only stay outside the door and listen carefully for any abnormal sounds in the room. "Boom, boom." After knocking on the door twice, Ye Ying opened it. The room was quiet, with the light red haze pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, stepping on the soft carpet, she walked over almost silently.Yue Xuan turned his head and saw that it was her who came, he didn't make a sound, and turned back to look at the roses outside the window. Carefully raise the bed. Ye Ying half hugged him to make him sit up. Then, lying on the side of the bed, she gently held his cold left hand, and said with bright eyes: "Why don't they come in and take care of you?" Yue Xuan was silent. "I hope you only belong to me, and I don't want others to get close to you," she rubbed her cheek tenderly against his palm, "but I don't feel at ease if you are here alone. The massage of the legs is still my job." Do it, I won't let them touch you. Just leave a nurse in the room to watch over you when I'm not around, okay?" Saying that, she reluctantly kissed his palm lightly again, sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage his legs.Since the morning, he has been lying in bed until now, his leg muscles have become a little stiff, and she used more force than usual to slowly knead him. While massaging his legs, she described what happened in the company.Hearing that her mother appointed her as the deputy director of the design department, Yue Xuan frowned slightly, but he didn't respond when he heard that the designers were suspicious of her. "The designer named Helen..." Ye Ying kneaded his ankle, her voice paused, her eyelashes covered the chill in her eyes, and she brushed over the vegetative part, "I don't believe that design can really be realized, So, I did it for her." Finished speaking vividly. She glanced at him triumphantly, and said with a smile: "What, am I arrogant? They shouldn't like such a deputy director who has neither qualifications nor humility. But I don't need them to like me, as long as you It's enough to like me." She rubbed her hands together until they were hot, and covered his toes until the jade-like toes turned pink little by little. After the massage, a thin layer of hot sweat broke out from her whole body.After washing her hands, she sat back down again and said to him with a smile: "Now, I'm going to make a magic spell for you!" She slenderly waved her ten fingers in front of him, and the scent of her body stained with thin sweat lingered. Suddenly her eyes lit up, she stared at him in surprise and said: "Look, it turns out that there is a mysterious gift hidden in your chest!" Yue Xuan looked down, there was a bulge under the snow-white thin quilt on the chest, he couldn't help being slightly moved, he looked up and saw her smiling like a successful child, and the corners of his lips were also bent .With some difficulty, he lifted the thin quilt, and he saw that it was a carton from a pastry shop. "Delicious red bean bread is here!" Opening the carton, Ye Ying took out a piece of bread.The bread was baked very soft, with an attractive luster on the surface. She opened it to reveal the red bean stuffing inside, and brought it to his mouth like a treasure, and said with bright eyes: "Taste it." Warm, the red beans are plump and round, and they melt softly when you bite into the mouth. It is not very sweet, but has a strong aroma. It is natural and simple, as if it came from the warmest place. Yue Xuan carefully eating. "This one is for you, I'll eat this one." Putting the red bean bread into his hand, she took out another one from the carton, touched the bread with him mischievously like a toast, and said: "cheers!" Beautiful pink roses bloomed outside the window. Evening glow is also beautiful. There was a faint aroma of red beans in the room. Watching him eat slowly, she smiled and savored carefully. When Yue Can knocked on the door and opened it, what he saw was the picture of the two eating bread together.He raised his eyebrows in surprise, strolled over, and joked: "You two greedy guys, why are you so delicious?" Ye Ying's fingers froze, and she subconsciously wanted to put away the little bread that was left, but Yu Yue's eyes fell on the paper box of the pastry shop.The base map of the red and white grid, with a pink rose in the center. The brighter pupils suddenly tightened. He immediately looked at Ye Ying! Ye Ying lowered her head, her satin-like black hair covered her cheeks, her jade-like nose bridge, and down-like thick black eyelashes, she pinched the bread with her fingertips, inside were red beans, like long-dried blood . "It's red bean bread," Yue Xuan said to Yue Can who was standing stiff like a stone sculpture by the bed, "brother, do you want some?" "No." Yuecan slowly retracted his gaze, there was still darkness that could not be hidden deep in his eyes, he said to Yuexuan, "Grandfather will return to China next week for his birthday, and I want to know if you can attend the birthday banquet with your current physical condition." "I will try my best." Yue Xuan replied. "Okay, your body is the most important thing," Yue Can nodded, and then said, "I don't want to disturb you, I have other arrangements for the evening." After speaking, he strode out. For the French meal in the evening, both Yue Can and Sen Mingmei ate a little absent-mindedly. The rose petals were frozen in the crystal ice, and Akemi Mori touched it with a fork, only the hard ice was touched.The first time she saw Yuexuan was when her father took her to Xie's mansion when she was four years old.Mrs. Xie liked her very much, held her in his arms, and gave her many delicious and fun things. Through the French windows of the living room, she saw a boy in the garden. It was winter, and a thin layer of snow fell in the garden. The boy was sitting alone in front of an easel. He was drawing a picture, his expression was distant and indifferent, but his face was delicate and handsome like a prince in a fairy tale book. she runs out. ran to the boy's side. She wanted to see what he was drawing, and she was so engrossed in the painting that she didn't even notice when she came to him.She was about to lean over to look at it, but the boy turned his head and gave her a faint look. Until now, she still remembers that look. Not so harsh. It's not that cold either. It's just very light, very light, as if there are thousands of mountains and rivers away, as if her existence is a very inappropriate thing. So many years have passed in a flash. There is always a distance like mountains and rivers between her and Yuexuan, even if she stands by his side as his fiancée, she can't really get close to him.She originally thought that her whole life would be spent like this until Yuecan appeared. If Yuexuan is an indifferent stream. Then Yuecan is a prairie fire that can burn everything.She knew his danger, including her father, all relatives and friends around her had warned her.However, it was a raging fire, and she couldn't extricate herself from being burned, and every cell in her body was willing to fall into the danger that this man might bring. However, when Yuexuan was seriously injured in a car accident, she was still a little uneasy when she broke off the engagement with him.Yuexuan asked her to bring Ye Ying into the industry, and she was willing to do her best to help, even though she didn't like this girl.Yes, she didn't like this woman named Ye Ying. Those eyes like black pools. Deep as if there is no end to it. Such beautiful, dark eyes. "Crack——" The fork made a trace on the surface of the transparent ice, and the events of the day reappeared in Morimi's mind. It's so weird. Since she was a child, she followed her father and met many masters in the design industry. Since she entered the industry, she has also met some talented designers with amazing talents, but she has never seen anyone like Ye Ying.Drawing design drafts requires aura and talent, but cutting requires time and experience accumulated year after year. On the large dressing table. The claret-like silk fabric rises in the sun. Such skillful and smooth cutting, even without using a three-dimensional model and any tools, it is impossible to judge the curve of the line on the platform with only a pair of eyes. Totally impossible. Mori Mingmei frowned and thought, the ice cubes slowly melted in front of her, and the rose petals frozen inside were gradually exposed. Suddenly, the tip of her eyebrows moved slightly, and she figured it out. Ye Ying came prepared. Knowing that there might be such doubts, Ye Ying secretly practiced many times in advance until he was familiar with the curves of each cut, which is why he was able to cut with such precision, which is astonishing. Come prepared…… He repeated the word silently in his heart. . Mori Mingmei smiled, cut off a piece of delicious cod and chewed it slowly in her mouth. She is not afraid of ambitious women. Only in an environment with a sense of crisis can her mind always maintain the best state. Looked up. She looked brighter. The man was leaning on a dark green high-back chair, holding a crystal wine glass in his hand, and there was only a little transparent wine left.There were many famous ladies around looking at him, intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't care at all. He shook the vodka at the bottom of the glass thoughtfully, and slowly drank it with his head raised. "Can, what are you thinking?" Mori Mingmei stopped the knife and fork and asked curiously. "I'm thinking," Yuecan said with a smile on his lips, staring at her deeply, "what makes my princess so silent tonight, not even the gift I carefully prepared for her Find." "Gift?" Mori Mingmei followed his gaze puzzledly, and found an exquisite dark blue velvet jewelry box on the table.She held her breath and opened it, and a dazzling light shone from inside. It was a pink diamond ring, pure and beautiful. "this is……" The surprise made her heart beat several times faster. "It's just a gift." Putting on a ring for her, Yuecan took her hand and kissed her finger lightly, his hot lips were dangerously hot, he whispered in a low voice: "I will ask you to be my queen when I own the entire kingdom." "Yes," Mori Mingmei gently held him back, "Grandpa will return to China next week, Mrs. Xie won't have so much power against you." The pianist in the restaurant played wonderful music. Candlelight flickers gently. The white roses are condensed with dew. Mori Mingmei is wearing a long milky white dress, which is extraordinarily gentle under the candlelight. She tastes the rose jelly while talking and laughing about what happened in the company during the day, especially Ye Ying graduated from The so-called Canadian Widgshire School of Clothing. "She's too ambitious a girl, she doesn't even hide it. Can, do you think we should remind Xuan?" Mori Mingmei said with a frown. Yue Can smiled. He cut the steak with a knife and said: "Did you think Xuan would not know?" Mori Mingmei was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't understand what Xuan is thinking, why would he allow such a girl to approach him. Could it be..." Could it be because she and Can are together that Xuan just randomly chooses a girl... She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she hurriedly changed the subject, cut the cod into small pieces, put them on Yuecan's dinner plate, and said: "Try this, it's delicious." Seeing the flashing expression on her face just now, Yue Can remained calm, forked the cod she handed over and put it into his mouth.The cod is still warm and very delicious. The chef said that this cod was airlifted directly from Iceland. The deliciousness blooms on the tip of the tongue. But he thought of another smell filled with the aroma of red beans. It was an early summer night seven years ago. The sudden downpour forced him to hide in a pastry shop on the side of the road. The shop was filled with the tempting aroma of baking. Standing in front of a grid of bread and pastries, he realized that he forgot to bring his money. The wind chime rang at the door, and a girl walked in. The girl was holding a big black umbrella, and transparent raindrops rolled down from the edge of the umbrella. Like a black rose in the middle of the night. The girl's hair and eyes were extremely black, such a deep blackness, as if it was a black hole that one could fall into.Her skin was strangely pale, and the fingers holding the black umbrella handle were almost bluish white, and it seemed that the bones of her fingers could be seen. However, she is so beautiful. Her beauty is terrible. It seems to grow out of the dark place where the sun is not seen every day, a kind of beauty that is cold to the marrow.Putting away the umbrella, the girl walked towards him. She stood on his right side, only eight centimeters away from his left arm.The damp cold air from the rain oozes from her body, he can see that her lips are light-colored, and her eyelashes are as thick and dark as black velvet. Open the glass cover in front of him. The girl came out with two oval-shaped breads, indifferently, never looking at him, and went to the cashier to pay.A fat middle-aged woman helped her put one of the breads into a cardboard box and talked to her enthusiastically, but the girl just said "um" a few times. Another loaf, the girl broke it open. There was a small sound of breaking apart, and the sweet smell of red beans immediately filled the air, just like the red beans boiled by my mother.The girl ate slowly, bite by bite, eating so intently, as if there was nothing more important in the world than eating this piece of bread. After that night, he remembered the store. The pastry shop hung a flag with a red and white checkered pattern, with a pink rose flower embroidered in the middle, and the name was "Rose West Point".Its most famous is the kind of red bean bread that girls eat. Later, he accompanied her to that store many times. Every time she buys two. She took one away, and she ate the other herself. She hadn't told him who the loaf was for, and he hadn't told her that it was in this shop that he first saw her, not under the crimson briar bushes. Seven years have passed. She is still used to buying two red bean breads, one for herself to eat, and one for her younger brother—— Yue Xuan. . Seven years have passed. She is still used to buying two red bean breads, one for herself to eat, and one for her younger brother—— Yue Xuan. "Is it hard to eat?" Mori Mingmei looked at his expression in surprise. "The fish is getting cold." Wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin, Yue Can poured himself another glass of whiskey. He drank the glass slowly and started talking and laughing again until Mori Mingmei suddenly saw someone. "It's Cai Na!" Morimi sighed. Yue Can turned around. Sure enough, a very incongruous person appeared in the elegant restaurant. He was wearing a tight black leather jacket. He was tall and strong. This is a woman. Cai Na. She is the only daughter of Cai Tie, the leader of the largest gangster in the city. The Cai family business has gradually been wiped out, but as the only heir, she is still tough.At the age of sixteen, Cai Na was arrested for assembling a crowd with an weapon and wounding someone to death, but was sentenced to a juvenile correctional center to serve five years in prison.After she came out, Cai Na even took over all the shady business in the family. Many of the dining guests knew Cai Na's name and avoided her sight. Cai Na hugged a petite girl in her right hand, and walked towards the dark and hidden corner of the restaurant, and then there were bursts of soft moaning sounds from there.The waiter next to her looked a little embarrassed, but she obviously knew Cai Na's identity and didn't dare to step forward to stop her. Looking at that corner, Mori Mingmei's eyes flickered.She put down the knife and fork in her hand, stood up and said to Yuecan, "Sorry, I'll go over and say hello." After speaking, she walked towards Cai Na. Before she got close, a man in black flashed out of the shadows and blocked her with a cold face. Cai Na, who was teasing the petite woman in the corner, looked up. Cruel and cold like a beast. Cai Na's gaze was like a man's, falling from Mori Mingmei's face all the way to her chest and waist, and then slowly waved her hand, causing the man in black to step back. "Miss Mori, long time no see." Letting go of the petite girl in her arms, Cai Na spread her arms, leaned back on the high-back sofa, squinted at the noble and beautiful Mori Mingmei who was like a goddess, and said: "If I remember correctly, you have always avoided me like a snake, Why are you so excited to talk to me today?" "I need your help with something small." Mori Mingmei smiled and sat beside her. "Oh?" Under the dim light, Cai Na seemed to be interested. She raised her hand slowly, and the palm of her hand seemed to touch Mingmei's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, "No problem, I have always admired Miss Mori. It will definitely help." The designers of the Xie Group's design department gradually accepted Ye Ying. Part of the reason was that Ye Ying's performance that day was so amazing that they couldn't figure out how deep she was.And after that day, Ye Ying has been very quiet, just drawing and drafting in her design room every day, not pointing fingers at any designer, so that people can completely ignore her existence. Another part of the reason was Helen's dismissal. Helen's dismissal order was issued directly from the headquarters.Some people said that it was Mrs. Xie who was furious when she heard the word "vegetative" and immediately ordered the personnel department to fire Helen.Some people said that the second young master personally ordered the expulsion because Helen offended his girlfriend.It is more said that Ye Ying informed the higher-ups of Helen's words and deeds, and used Helen's dismissal as a warning to others. Therefore, no matter whether the designers can really accept Ye Ying as the deputy director of the design department, her existence is already an indisputable reality. On the fourth day after entering the design department, Ye Ying selected two designers as her assistants.One is the young hippie George with pierced ears, nose, and tip of tongue, and the other is Tracey, a young girl designer who spends all day in a daze and spends her days designing sketches, completely ignoring the affairs of the world. "Why did you pick me?!" His eyes were drawn heavily with black eyeliner, and George, who had dyed yellow hair, was standing in front of Ye Ying's design desk in a rage. "Because your design drawings are the most creative and outstanding." There was a thick stack of design drafts on the table, all of which were the works of George since he joined the company. Ye Ying flipped through them with a smile, "Besides, you are the most Proud, isn't it?" "That's right! So I can't follow you!" "So, if you recognize that my design ability is superior to yours and worship me," Ye Ying stood up and looked at him with a smile, "you will become my most loyal subject and most loyal assistant." "It's up to you?!" "Are you willing to just design ready-made clothes on the assembly line forever?" Ye Ying looked at him deeply, "Don't you hope that one day, you can stand on the world's top runway and let other internationally famous design masters Ladies, do you appreciate the fashion series designed by you?" George's face changed: "I'm also designing collections now!" Ye Ying smiled and said: "Yes, the design is just mixed with the works of other designers and placed in the counters of various department stores. Oh, yes, and it will be marked with the logos of different brands under Xie's Textile." George's face flushed. The ancestors of the Xie Group started their business with textiles. Even though finance, real estate and other industries have occupied most of the industry share of the Xie Group, clothing production, which is a traditional industry, is still highly valued.Xie's clothing has seven or eight brands, large and small, aiming at different target groups, and has always been in the forefront of sales nationwide. but-- Almost none of these brands have any influence when they are taken internationally. Although the wealthy Xie family has acquired some top international luxury brands, many of which are big-name clothing, in order to maintain the international influence of these top brands, their design work will still be undertaken by the original design team. Difficult to squeeze in. In the field of fashion design, there is always a big gap between domestic designers and foreign design masters.In addition to more than ten years ago, Master Mokun, who was known as a "design genius", was amazing. As an Asian designer, he held fashion exhibitions in Paris and Milan year after year, which shocked the international fashion industry and triggered a strong response and popularity in the international fashion industry. , but the dramatic curtain call with suicide, in recent years, only master Sen Luolang can occupy a place in the international fashion industry in China. 即使森明美作为森洛朗大师的独生女和唯一弟子，已是目前国内最杰出的青年设计师，也不过是偶尔在父亲的时装展上发布一两件作品，影响力有限。 “如果那样就能够满足你，你可以离开了，”叶婴笑得气定神闲，仿佛吃定了他一般，“走的时候帮我把门带上。” “你这个只会说大话的女人！”乔治愤怒，“我为什么要相信你，你有什么能力去做！” 叶婴依旧笑笑地看着他。 乔治气冲冲地大步走出去，“砰”地一声重重将门关上，整个房间都被震得晃了晃。 在接到通知的当天下午，翠西就将她所有的物品搬到了叶婴的设计室。将新的设计桌擦干净，将所有的书籍画册一一摆放好，将一根根画笔整齐地放进抽屉里，翠西呆呆坐了半个小时之后，茫然地问： “叶小姐，我需要做什么？” 事实上，设计部副总监叶婴并没有任何工作可让两人做。于是那天下午，乔治一直歪在沙发上睡觉，翠西埋头画着自己的设计稿，直到设计室的房门被森明美的助理小妮敲开，通知说下班后将会进行叶婴的欢迎晚宴。 傍晚的霞光映照着玻璃窗外的粉色蔷薇。 谢浦汇报完集团内的情况时，越瑄依旧静静坐在窗前，望着花园中那条无人走过的小路。 “二少，恭喜您。” 谢浦合上文件，笑容秀雅地望向房间内忽然多出来的另一张床。什么时候开始，瑄不仅可以容忍有人碰触他的身体，甚至居然可以容忍有人在他的房间内休息。 他听说了。 因为叶小姐在时装设计部上班，白天陪护瑄的时间几乎没有，所以前几天她改成连夜守着瑄，帮他按摩到深夜，有时累得趴在瑄的床边睡着。瑄让她回去休息，她只是不肯。后来，瑄的房间里居然多出来一张属于她的床。 Yue Xuan glanced at him lightly. 坐在轮椅里已有半个小时，他的身体疲惫疼痛，面色更加苍白了些。没有理会谢浦那饱含深意的笑容，他淡声说： “下周一，我要出席董事会。” “可是你的身体……” “短时间没有问题，”轻咳几声，有点冷，越瑄将盖在膝盖处的棉毯拉高些，窗外花园的小路上依旧没有人影，“而且，董事们已经习惯了我这个样子。” 谢浦想了想，点头说： "it is good." 否则大少和谢夫人这样的局面混乱下去，再加上即将回国的老太爷，事态会越来越难以处理。 手机铃声在床头响起。 谢浦的眉梢不可察觉地动了动，这只手机的号码瑄只给了极少的几个人，连谢夫人都没有。手机铃声持续地响着，把它拿给瑄的时候，谢浦瞟了一眼手机屏幕。 没有昵称。 来电显示是一朵用手绘制的蔷薇花，寥寥几笔，美丽传神。 他以前曾经见过。 谢浦脑中急速地想着，一时间却又想不起来，好像是很久之前的记忆，不经意间瞥过一眼的记忆。 "Ok." 通过耳麦，谢瑄聆听着手机里传来的声音，窗外的粉红蔷薇在霞光中异常温柔，娇美的花瓣如同在细声低语。 "Well, I see." 越瑄垂下眼睫。 站在轮椅旁，谢浦能看到瑄低垂的脖颈，苍白优美，耳麦里隐隐传来温柔的女声，瑄的耳廓似有若无地染上如窗外霞光般的淡红。 “不用急着回来，”膝上盖着温暖的蓝绿色苏格兰格子棉毯，越瑄低声说，“我很好……放心去吧。” 黑色宾利车里，通话已经结束，叶婴又看了看手机，将它收起来。乔治从前排座位回身转头，嘲弄着说：“跟你的情人通完电话了吗？声音那么温柔，是刻意装出来的吧。” 翠西吓了一跳似的，不安地看向乔治，结结巴巴地说： “你……你……”。 “怕什么，胆小鬼，”乔治不以为意，哼了一声，“就算像海伦一样被解雇，其他公司也会争着聘请我。不过，叶小姐，就因为海伦说了那几句话，你就炒掉她，未免太小气了。她说的是现实，不是吗？如果不是因为二少的关系，你怎么可能一进公司就是副总监？” “哦？是我炒掉了海伦？” 叶婴眼睫一挑，失笑地说。 George was taken aback. 翠西也呆住了。 “……叶小姐，是他们误会你了，对不对？”翠西呆呆涩涩地说，“你不要放在心上，公司总是会有一些奇怪的传言，其中很多都是假的。” “就算是我，又怎么样。” 叶婴睨了她一眼，笑得漫不经心，说： “知道我的情况，还要当面说那样刺耳的话，她应该早就有被炒掉的自觉了。虽然多她一个对我也没什么影响，可是她走了，会更清净些，也是好的。” 翠西满脸困惑。 叶婴轻轻拍了拍她的手背，说： “我不会在意那些传言，往后你也不要去在意，把你的注意力全部集中在设计图稿上就行了。” 翠西茫然地点点头。 “我真不懂，”乔治看怪物一样地看着叶婴，“以你的才华，完全可以一步步地来，何必去依靠什么男人。” 叶婴笑而不语。 一步步地来，从设计师助理开始做起，熬完一年再一年，期待能够抓住每一次可以展现自己的机会，拼命地往上走吗？ 六年前的她可能会有这样的想法。 现在的她—— 不，她不会去浪费时间在这些事情上面。 叶婴的欢迎晚宴，大部分的同事们都来了。先是在五星级酒店聚餐，随着一杯杯红酒下肚，气氛逐渐热烈起来。晚餐过后，换到了一家夜店，森明美定下的是其中最大最豪华的包厢，足足有一百多平米。 华丽变幻的旋转灯光。 节奏强劲的音乐。 吧台上，有专属的调酒师精心调配出一杯杯鸡尾酒。 同众人一样，叶婴也下舞池跳了几曲，身上出了薄薄一层汗。变幻的灯光中，她回到吧台，点了杯马丁尼，慢慢啜饮着。陆续有设计师坐到她的身边，彼此愉悦地交谈着，仿佛老友般，没有任何隔阂。 等到基本跟所有的设计师聊过一轮。 马丁尼已经喝下了五杯。 身体微微发热，酒意薄熏，叶婴扫眼望去，看到翠西正呆呆地坐在角落的沙发里，手中握着一杯果汁，满脸不知所措的模样。她拿起马丁尼酒杯，慢悠悠地走过去，在她身边坐下。 翠西局促地对她笑了笑。 她朝翠西举举酒杯，然后并没有说话。 乔治喝得有点高了，他霸住麦克风不放，一首一首地唱歌。在一些新进设计助理的起哄下，乔治脱掉了上衣，露出劲瘦的腰肢，在迷幻的旋转灯光中，□处的乳环、肚脐处的脐环熠熠闪光。他妖娆地扭动着，有种让人目眩神迷的堕落的魅力。 . e2c0be24560d78c5e599c2a9c9d0bbd2 现场气氛high到最高处。 森明美走过来，坐到叶婴身边。 “阿婴，一切都还习惯吗？”手中是一杯玛格丽特，森明美含笑对叶婴说，“有任何事情，都可以来找我，我很乐意帮助你。” "thanks." 叶婴微笑，举起酒杯向她敬了敬，然后说： “据说，公司准备开辟高级定制女装的市场，不知我是否有机会能够参与呢？” 森明美慢慢啜了口玛格丽特。 “你有兴趣？” 她含笑看着叶婴。 “是的，我对这块很感兴趣。”叶婴微笑。 “知道了，我会安排的。” 森明美的手指轻轻摸着酒杯的杯壁。 在喧嚣的音乐中，包厢的门被推开，越璨的出现将现场气氛顿时又推上一个高峰。旋转的七彩灯光，他的身材高大英挺，五官轮廓硬朗，又透着一股魅惑人心的艳丽感。他穿着黑色的手工西服，配深蓝色仔裤，一双长腿修长迷人，唇角的笑容更是迷人无比。 “大少。” 设计部的人们纷纷同他打招呼，几位美丽的女设计师似有意似无意地舞动着身姿靠近他。 越璨似乎认得在场的每一个人。 谈笑风生地同众人寒暄过后，他自吧台取了一杯血腥玛丽，信步朝森明美所在的位置走来。 “晚上不是有应酬吗？” 让出一个舒适的位置，森明美低声关切地问越璨。越璨笑了笑，靠在沙发上，手指揉了揉额角，说： “提早出来了。” “喝了很多酒吗？是不是头痛？”森明美担心地问，只有在饮酒过多的情况下璨才会喝血腥玛丽。 "fine." 左手搭在森明美的肩上，越璨在她的发落印下一个吻，又凑在她耳畔低语了几句什么，引得她面颊飞霞，嗔语笑起来。跟平日公主般的形象不同，此刻的森明美显得异常生动。 ` 淡淡地看了眼身旁那旁若无人般亲昵的两人，叶婴有些明白为什么森明美会选择越璨而舍弃越瑄。越瑄如同是远离了世间喜怒的神诋，越璨虽然危险，却是浓烈鲜活的，可以轻易地使女人忘却理智。 垂下眼睫。 视线处是越璨放在桌面的那一杯血腥玛丽。 浓得像血。 . 似乎翻涌着腥气。 又像最绯红的野蔷薇的花汁。 很多年以前，她晚自习回家会穿过一座街心花园，那里栽种着一丛丛茂密的绯红野蔷薇。夏初的夜晚，蔷薇花盛开得如同火焰，浓烈得张牙舞爪，即使下了一点雨。 撑着那把黑色的大伞，她伸出手去碰触雨中的野蔷薇。 花刺弄伤了她的指尖。 指尖流了血，混着淅淅沥沥的雨丝，有种清凉的痛意，她将指尖的血含进唇内，口腔中弥漫出一抹淡淡的腥气，然后在花丛旁，她看到了被浓绿的枝叶掩盖住的那个少年。 少年昏迷着。 他的脸被殴打得红肿青紫，睫毛闭得死紧，一双浓眉却桀骜地皱着，满脸都是怒意。他身上的黑色T恤被扯裂了好几块，牛仔裤破洞了，露出被打伤得高高肿起的伤口，鞋子也少了一只。 雨丝细细地洗刷过少年的身体。 有些凉，少年唇色惨白，睫毛紧闭，黑色发丝湿成一缕缕，□在外面的脖颈和手臂也是冷得发白。 她沉默地看了看他。 蹲下去，将黑色的大伞撑在地上，遮住少年的头部和上半身，雨丝越下越密，她站起身，拿起帆布的书包准备顶在头上往家里赶。 一只冰冷炙热的手突然抓住她的手腕！ 冰冷是那只手上的雨水。 灼热是那只手高热滚烫的温度。 她吃惊地回头—— 那少年死死握住她的手腕，两眼紧紧地盯着她，眼底燃烧着高烧般的癔症，在凉意入骨的雨丝中，他的眼神狂野火热，紧紧盯着她，一路要望入她的骨中，沙哑地说： “……是你。” “……我找到你了。” "let me go!" 不想去跟高烧中的病人计较，她冷声说，试图扳开他的手。少年却握得死紧，用力一拽竟将她重重拉倒在泥泞的蔷薇花地里，校服顿时变得脏污起来，她这次真的怒了，照着他猛打，而且拳拳打向他受伤的部位！ 仰天倒在花丛的泥泞中，少年痛得呲牙裂嘴，却朗声大笑起来：“以为你是一朵冷蔷薇，结果你是一只爪子如此锋利的野猫。” 笑声引起胸腔的震鸣，少年依旧紧紧箍住她，高烧中炽热的喘气在她耳边轰轰作响。翻滚缠斗中，泥浆将两人裹在一起，野蔷薇的花刺擦伤了他和她的脸颊，浓浓的泥土味，淡淡的血腥味，她又一次被少年压倒在花丛下时，夜空已经不再下雨。 云朵飘开墨蓝的天空。 闪出两三颗星星。 像宝石一样美丽的星星。 多久没有望过夜空了呢，她静静地躺在野蔷薇的泥地中，忘记了挣扎。少年也渐渐放松了对她的禁锢，他翻了个身，躺到她身边，静了一会儿，同样望着星空，问： “怎样才能再见到你？” 她没有理他。 直到一股危险的气息骤然袭来，她警觉地刚转过头，少年已经一脸蛮横狂野地朝她扑了过来，将她重新压在身下，一只手向她的胸部摸过来！ 她的脑中轰的一声！ 仿佛有无数的鲜血迸裂出来，她的眼前一片血红，恐惧中摸到帆布书包中最坚硬的笔盒，她用足全身的力量砸向他的脑袋！ 等她略微清醒一点。 发现少年在昏眩过去的前一刻，手指刚刚擦掉了她胸前校徽上的泥污。 .