"I'm going to ask her." The girl took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Qiao Yimo.

He exclaimed, "Qiao Yimo is really amazing! At first I was worried that she would not be able to make good-looking clothes. I didn't expect that she would make them the next day."

"It's wrong, and the materials used in the clothes are limited. I went to check the fabric on the Internet. Few people in the world have them, and I don't know who she borrowed."

"And she didn't have any real clothes designing lessons."

"That's right, she is an almighty girl!"

When Chu Min heard their conversation, he couldn't help but curl his eyebrows and asked: "Are you so sure that this dress must be made by Qiao Yimo?"

The two heard this and turned to look at her.

It's Chu Mincai! He is also a big-time figure in the design circle!

They nodded, surely they couldn't be more certain, "We have read Qiao Yimo's design, why didn't she do it?"

When the voice fell, Chu Mincai's eyes were a little dazed, and his fingers couldn't help squeezing his palm.

She just said that it was possible that Qiao Yimo asked someone to do it, but she didn't expect it to be done by herself?

How could the design on the chest of the costume resemble the design draft she found?

Is it an illusion? And the other side.

When Qiao Yimo came to the school gate, he vaguely saw a familiar vehicle in the dark.

She immediately trot to the front of the car, pressed her hand on the body, and then jumped into the car.

But as soon as he got into the car, Qiao Yimo felt that the atmosphere inside was not quite right, and this strange aura was still passed from the man next to him.

"That..." Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, just about to speak.

But as soon as she exhaled, she was interrupted by the man beside her.

Leng Tiong's voice was gloomy, "Where's the clothes? Where?"

"I didn't bring it out and gave it to my classmates." Qiao Yimo said smoothly.

"Didn't you say you can't go on stage?" He held her slender waist with both hands, and had a pair of dark eyes that Qiao Yimo had never seen before.

Qiao Yimo blinked and asked what was in his heart, "Aren't you angry anymore?"

If she had a choice, she would not go up.

What's more, she also designed a big hole for herself, with her back and legs...

She thought about it on the road just now, if he also dressed like this on stage, she would be very angry too!

Leng Tien clenched his fists, not only anger, but also a feeling of tearing people apart.

"If there is a choice, I won't go up." Qiao Yimo frowned and deliberately softened his throat. "So, are you really angry?"

As soon as he said this, he almost thundered the big men in front of him!

Damn it!

Miss Qiao actually used a killer trick, acting like a baby should work very well.

Leng Tiong was angrily smiled. She pinched her delicate chin, close to her lips, and her voice was faint, "Momo, the scene on the stage just now is already my limit. If there is another time, I am afraid I will bear it." Can't help ruining you."

He used to lower his strength, like flirting, but today is different, unexpectedly exerting force, causing her white chin to turn red all of a sudden.

Looking at the languid red eyes, Qiao Yimo knew that he was taking a serious attitude now, which was definitely not a joke.

The next second, Qiao Yimo stood up suddenly, sat in the man's arms, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, leaned over and closed his eyes, and gently kissed the man's hard lips.

The lip prints were close together, the cold breath dissipated, and the man's breath became softer. JrNovels.com