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Song Yuran felt that he had to say something, the words just now sounded ambiguous.

After a while, she scratched the back of her neck and said with a sneer, "This is what I've heard, it's only limited to the opposite sex."

Emphasize the word opposite sex, for fear that Huo Qingzhi will misunderstand what he is going to do to her, then this will be fatal.

Regarding this, Huo Qingzhi just raised his eyelids, his expression was very calm, he took another sip and put the cup back on the table.

The atmosphere became quiet again. In the silence, the sound of plastic bags rubbing suddenly sounded in the living room.

The bought ingredients and potted plants were placed on the table together before they could be processed. The fish that had been killed in the black plastic bag was still beating, and the tail of the fish was wiggling in the bag.

People who don't cook will find it weird, but people who cook often will get used to it.

Huo Qingzhi just glanced at the black bag. There were still some water stains on the surface of the bag, and she said in a positive tone, "Let's buy the fish."

"That's right." Song Yuran subconsciously replied, looked at the ingredients and said, "I bought crucian carp, and I plan to make cold crucian carp for lunch."

"Crucian carp cold salad" Huo Qingyi's face was incomprehensible, and his brows were unconsciously frowned, as if he heard something unbelievable.

For cold salad, most people understand that the fresh ingredients are washed and mixed with seasonings without any additional treatment.

The crucian carp is a fish that needs to be disembowelled. It is incredible just to imagine chopsticks picking up the skin and seeing the completely raw fish.

Song Yuran knew at a glance that Huo Qingzhi had misunderstood. She hurriedly waved her hands and explained, "It's not raw. After the fish is steamed, it's also called cold salad."

When it comes to food, my stomach is growling with hunger, but there are guests at home, so it is impossible to leave the guests to cook.

Thinking that today's grocery shopping is a bit too much, she looked at Huo Qingzhi and tentatively said, "Mr. Huo, have you eaten yet? Do you want to stay and have lunch together? I bought quite a lot of vegetables."

I'm worried that one person can't finish a fish, but one more person is just right

This time Huo Qingzhi didn't respond to her quickly, but said, "It's polite again."

Huo Qingzhi didn't expect to eat the bento in the office last time, but he couldn't stand the perfunctory and politeness in someone's eyes, so he responded with a rebellious mentality.

"How could it be?" Song Yuran absolutely refused to admit it. The last invitation to eat bento was just an unexpected incident. This time it was different. She needed Huo Qingzhi to help her share the overbought food.

The flattery that Huo Qingzhi was familiar with gradually appeared on that face, "Mr. Huo, you can come to my house. It's a great honor. It's my honor to invite you to stay for dinner."

Mr. Huo raised his lips, reluctantly coping.

Song Yuran's cooking at home is basically home-cooked cooking, and some are video tutorials that he saw on the Internet on a whim.

Huo Qingzhi was very interested in the "Cold Crucian Carp" dish, so he decided to observe it in the kitchen.

I saw Song Yuran quickly cleaned the killed crucian carp, poured some cooking wine, and added shredded ginger to make a sa for the crucian carp with his hands.

Bring the steamer to a boil over high heat, and steam for 8 minutes.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Yuran took a clean empty bowl, patted some minced garlic and ginger, cut a few millet peppers, and put them into the bowl together;Stir the sugar and chicken essence evenly, and finally add the coriander.

"It's ready." Huo Qingzhi only felt that Song Yuran had just turned off the stove just after finishing the seasoning, and opened the lid to bring the fish out.

"That's right." Song Yuran found a clean towel, put his hand on it, took out the plate, and poured out the extra juice from the steamed fish.

"Depending on the size of the steamed fish, it usually takes 68 minutes to cook on high heat. If you steam it for too long, the meat will be old and it will not taste tender."

"oh"

In the last step, pour the adjusted cold sauce on the crucian carp, and a hot and sour cold crucian carp is ready.

Song Yuran made a few more fast dishes, and it took a total of more than half an hour for the meal to be ready.

At the beginning, Huo Qingzhi just took a tentative attitude, picked up a little bit of fish, and ate it into his mouth. The taste on the tip of his tongue surprised her.

"It's delicious." Song Yuran said with a smile, "It's better to have some wine for supper at night."

"It's just that there are too many thorns." Huo Qingzhi said.

"The crucian carp has a lot of thorns, but it doesn't have thorns on its stomach." As he spoke, Song Yuran took a large piece of fish belly and sent it to Huo Qingzhi's bowl.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, he suddenly realized that he was using his own chopsticks to pick up the meat, and hurriedly said, "Uh, that, I haven't eaten chopsticks yet."

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, he lowered his head and started to eat, and immediately after eating, he picked up another piece of fish.

Looks like still like this dish.

Song Yuran couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, feeling a sense of accomplishment in Amway's success.

For some reason, remembered Huo Qingzhi's seafood allergy, but he didn't have any scruples about eating it.

After thinking twice, she said, "Mr. Huo, I want to ask you something."

Huo Qingzhi motioned for her to say.

"Are you really?" Song Yuran thought for a while, "Aren't you allergic to seafood, that is, have you ever had any allergic symptoms before?"

"No, why do you care so much about whether I'm allergic to seafood?" Huo Qingzhi said helplessly, "Do you know me better than myself?"

Song Yuran wanted to say that I not only know you, but also your fate, but he choked on the words.

Is Huo Qingzhi, who is not allergic to seafood, still the Huo Qingzhi in the original work she has read? Since the allergy setting is gone, does it mean that there are other places that are quite different from the original work?

While thinking, Huo Qingzhi, who was checking the latest news on his mobile phone, spoke.

"The order of the finals is out, and we are second to last."

Song Yuran came back to his senses, and said in surprise, "The finale is Lu Deng's own person?"

Huo Qingzhi shook his head, "They are in second place at the beginning."

"Generally speaking, the last show is the main event, and the audience will look forward to it more, but why would Luden put us behind with their shameless style, would they be so kind?" Song Yuran touched his chin, always feeling that he had forgottensomething.

Suddenly, Song Yuran slapped the table, which startled the people opposite.

She remembered that in the original book, Jane Eyre's design couldn't make it to the finals, and was rejected in the semi-finals.

In other words, there is a good chance of winning the championship.

"Mr. Huo, I think the model we are looking for, regardless of appearance and qualifications, is looking for someone who best fits the design. It is best to look tailor-made for her."

What Song Yuran meant was to decide on the model for the show first, and then make a skirt around the size of the model. The visual effect would be much better if you make a tailor-made one. There are many details that need to be paid attention to in operation. She doesn't know how to persuade Huo Qingzhi to agree with her plan.

After Huo Qingzhi thought for a while, he nodded his head, and said calmly, "You take care of the model."

"Because" Song Yuran had already figured out the words to persuade her, and just as he spoke, he slammed the car on the brakes, "Uh, I'll do it"

Oh, is this Mr. Huo who does everything by himself?

"Yes, you come."

Song Yuran suddenly felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and a sense of accomplishment of being trusted, and he ate an extra bowl of rice.

After eating, Huo Qingzhi had something to do and left. After seeing off the boss, Song Yu suddenly remembered.

I forgot to take my clothes again

As soon as he walked out of the unit door, he saw the car speeding away, leaving behind a trail of exhaust fumes.

Forget it, let's talk about it next time.

Life is running in an orderly manner like a gear, and the day turns to the day of the design competition.

Song Yuran contacted the model agency half a month in advance, worried that even if the popular model got an appointment, other companies would increase the price to grab the order, so he took the lead and chose a semi-new model who was very smart, and the other party repeatedly promised to show up on time.

Just in case, Song Yuran also made an appointment with a backup model in case of emergency.

The last plan is to let the boss go on stage to perform the catwalk in person. Of course, she didn't tell Huo Qingzhi about this plan.

The three models made three ready-made garments. The people in the sample production department didn't say anything, but the people in the design department had already regarded her as a thorn in their side. They all said that it was too wasteful, the raw materials of the clothing were very expensive, and the cost was too high.Gao Yunyun.

Song Yuran endured the pressure and still kept to himself, and in his heart he wrote down the people in the design department one by one in his notebook, and when he helped the boss win the award, he slapped them in the face

The venue for the final is at Ludeng's headquarters. The group is rich and powerful, and there is a venue specially prepared for the catwalk.

As soon as she got out of the car, Song Yuran saw countless cars parked in front of the door, and there was also a model with a professional temperament that could be seen at a glance.

They are tall and have outstanding temperament. Song Yuran has never seen so many beautiful models at one time, and she was fascinated for a while.

The driver had already walked around to the back seat to open the door for Huo Qingzhi, and the sound of the door closing brought her back to her senses.

Today, Huo Qingzhi is wearing a ostentatious red, a tailor-made mermaid dress, her long and curly hair hangs casually on her shoulders, and her slightly glamorous makeup makes her even more unearthly..

Song Yuran was a little stunned, and her heart beat faintly faster. For some reason, she had the illusion that Huo Qingzhi was the protagonist of the audience, and everyone else was a foil in front of her.

Huo Qingzhi looked at her, raised his arms slightly, and waved to her.

The ring designed with the wreath on the index finger shone in the sun as she swayed, and Song Yuran trotted around the front of the car and walked to her side.

As soon as I got closer, I heard Huo Qingzhi ask, "Has the model arrived yet?"

Song Yuran looked at the time. The opening time was two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was half past one in five minutes.According to the sequence of Jane Eyre's appearance, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon. To be on the safe side, she made an appointment with the model at half past one, and had enough time to change clothes and make up.

"Told me twenty minutes ago that he was on the way, and it should be here soon. I'll send a message to ask."

The two entered the venue, Huo Qingzhi signed his name at the sign-in counter, and met an acquaintance as soon as he walked in.

While the two were talking, Song Yuran observed the layout of the entire venue. There was a big catwalk in the middle, extending to the middle of the venue.

There are audience seats on both sides, and there are reminders of the judges' seats on the table near the catwalk, as well as representatives of other contestants.

The men at the venue were in suits and leather shoes, the women were all in evening gowns, and even the female secretary was in formal attire.

Song Yuran looked down at her pure black casual suit. The cuffs were folded up to reveal her fair forearms. Because it was hot outside, the front three buttons of the neckline were not buttoned, so as not to look like an insurance seller.

This is already the most formal dress in her closet.

Who would have thought that not long ago, a small employee in an ordinary department would be able to attend formal occasions with the boss now.

"Let's go." Huo Qingzhi reminded after dismissing the acquaintances while he was out of consciousness.

"Okay." Song Yuran hurriedly followed, couldn't help but look down at her clothes again, thought for a while, and whispered, "That President Huo, why don't I go back and change a set of clothes?"

Although she doesn't have one at home, there must be Mr. Huo's hangers in the general manager's office, it's worth having.

Hearing this, Huo Qingzhi turned his head to look at the bottoming shirt inside her, and his eyes finally fell on the neckline. He had a clear view of the collarbone, and he could vaguely see some shadows.

Said neither salty nor light, "buttons on."

"Oh." Song Yuran gathered the jacket together, and buttoned the buttons one by one.

Huo Qingzhi ""

She reached out and tapped Song Yuran's collarbone with her fingertips to remind her.

I don't know if the air conditioning in the venue was too high, Song Yuran felt that the fingertips of the fingers were icy cold, but they seemed a little hot. In order to hide the unnaturalness on her face, she lowered her head and buttoned the top of the jacket.

"Put away your pheromones." Huo Qingzhi glanced at her and walked straight to the location, with no displeasure or boredom on his face.

After Huo Qingzhi took his seat, Song Yuran went to arrange for the model. The makeup team had already arrived, but the model hadn't arrived yet.

"Secretary Song, I'm really sorry, we can't come."

Song Yuran frowned at the first sentence she heard on the phone, and her heart sank for a moment. She asked with a straight face, "What do you mean?"

The oppressive pheromones spread out at the same time, attracting the attention of people around. Song Yuran had no choice but to walk quickly to the fire escape outside the venue.

The first model agent told her that a car accident on the road was not serious, but her ankle was sprained and she couldn't walk in the show.

They are willing to pay double the advance payment.

Seeing that negotiations were hopeless, Song Yu had no choice but to give up the first model, quickly communicated that the follow-up compensation would be appropriate, hung up the phone and immediately dialed the manager of the candidate model.

"I'm sorry, Secretary Song, the model got food poisoning when she went out to eat last night, and she's in the hospital right now."

Song Yuran covered her forehead, and said that it would not be so smooth this time as the old Bidden did. What she didn't expect was that neither of the two models would be able to come, and there were extremely legitimate reasons and evidence that left her speechless.

But at this time, and she couldn't find any other suitable models, she took a deep breath, fortunately she had a trump card

"Is the model here?"

As soon as he returned to the venue, Huo Qingzhi asked about the model, which can be said to be very concerned.

"That..." Song Yuran smiled bitterly, facing Mr. Huo's scrutinizing gaze, and said bravely, "Model 1 broke her leg in a car accident and can't come here."

"" Huo Qingzhi's expression sank, and he asked patiently, "Is there a backup model?"

"Model 2 is in the process of being rescued from food poisoning, so she won't be able to come." Her positive desire to survive made her quickly add, "But Mr. Huo, don't worry, I have the ultimate solution and it will be fine this time."

Huo Qingzhi motioned for her to continue.

Song Yuran observed Huo Qingzhi's expression, and said timidly, "Well, didn't we make three dresses? In fact, one of them was made according to your size."

Huo Qingzhi put his arms around his chest and asked coldly, "Do you want me to go on stage by myself?"

"Can I say yes"

"Song Yuran"

Song Yuran's heart skipped a beat, something happened to the model, and as the person in charge, he must be responsible, but the most urgent thing now is to deal with the catwalk.

He hurriedly said, "Mr. Huo's top priority is now that the catwalk show is over. Will you deduct my salary or fire me after the competition is over? It is my responsibility and I accept it."

Huo Qingzhi took a deep breath. After weighing, he had no choice but to compromise. He couldn't abstain in the finals.

The competition has already started, and it will be their turn in two hours. Dressing up and styling can be done in an hour, so plan to stay and look at other entries.

"The second design work is selected by the Luden Group. It is designed by the group's top designers and combines various elements."

After all, it was my family, even the design introduction was longer than the first one, Song Yuran wanted to roll her eyes when she heard it, but wanted to see what earth-shattering creativity is worth bragging about.

After the host had finally finished his chatter and satisfied the audience's sense of anticipation, the venue lights dimmed, and a bunch of stage lights shone on the stage.

A tall model stepped on 8 cm high heels and walked out of the backstage, which was projected on the big screen on the stage.

There will be no previews of the works before the models appear on the stage, so the first reaction after the models appear on the stage can basically predict the popularity.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, only two of them froze on their faces instantly after the models appeared, with unbelievable emotions in their eyes.

The skirt worn by the model is as high as 80% similar to Jane Eyre's design

The author has something to say, Song Yu is so angry that even grinned with a bear face jg

Thanks to the little angel Xiaobing who threw the mines, forgot one;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution, 65 bottles of Jiushangli Liuyan; 28 bottles of chattering chattering chattering;4 bottles; Not afraid of spoilers 3 bottles; Wuming, Han Ximu 2 bottles; Oh, Sangsang, Mingshan, me, 176224331 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard