Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

1The designer chosen by Xiong Miao was called Xia Beibei. She was born from a grassroots background and had worked very hard since she was young. She had relied on her own abilities to reach this day and worked in the world-renowned image of Design Department.    

    

She was the pride of her family and the legend of the community.    

    

She was somewhat similar to Xiong Miao, so the two of them chatted quite well.    

    

"Yes, I also think this black dress suits you better. However, although the black dress keeps a low profile, the banquet usually takes place at night. Black easily covers your radiance, this light purple one-shoulder dress, Wang Yao said. Not only is it low-profile, it also does not lose its elegance. What do you think? "    

    

Xia Beibei did not deny Xiong Miao's choice, but she would recommend a better choice.    

    

Xiong Miao looked over and saw the gown in Xia Beibei's hand. It was elegant, elegant, and graceful.    

    

It really matched her temperament.    

    

She had only seen the black gown just now. Without looking at it, she had not noticed it either.    

    

After Xia Beibei said this, Xiong Miao also felt that the light purple dress was more suitable.    

    

"Okay, then I'll go and try it out first." Xiong Miao took the clothes from her hands and went to the changing room.    

    

After choosing the clothes, Xia Beibei began to put on makeup for her.    

    

While she was putting on makeup, Xia Beibei chatted amiably with her.    

    

"I like the clothes you designed, too. Why don't you design some clothes for yourself? You can take them out and wear them when you need them. " Xia Beibei said.    

    

"You've seen the clothes I designed?" Xiong Miao was surprised.    

    

"Of course. Your designs are all sold all over the world, and they are even trending. They are also designers. Of course I have seen the clothes you designed. And I really like them." What Xia Beibei said was the truth.    

    

She could tell from the work that Xiong Miao was a designer with a soul.    

    

"Thank you." Xiong Miao said politely and confidently.    

    

It seemed that the designer Nana was trying to lower her position on purpose.    

    

As a designer, how could Nana not have seen her design? She had done it on purpose!    

    

Why did Gu Yi go against her? She had no enmity with Nana, and this was the first time she had seen her!    

    

There was only one reason. Nana had taken a liking to Zhan Yeling. She was jealous of her!    

    

What a headache. Zhan Yeling was too outstanding, handsome, and peerlessly handsome!    

    

He was like a red flower, but she was the green leaf. Standing beside him could only serve as a foil to his brilliance.    

    

When she stood beside such an outstanding man, she would always be looked down upon, and he would always be remembered.    

    

This type of feeling really wasn't good.    

    

Xia Beibei's hands and feet were very nimble, and very quickly, she finished putting on makeup for Xiong Miao.    

    

She chose accessories for her.    

    

Xiong Miao wore a light purple evening gown and a pair of high heels of the same color.    

    

"Yeling, look at me." Xiong Miao said.    

    

Zhan Yeling looked up and fixed his eyes on her.    

    

The fitting gown vividly displayed her slender and graceful figure. The one-shoulder hanging belt, the design for wiping the chest, revealed her smooth collarbones on both sides. The wind blew gently behind her back. It was as if a little elf was dancing.    

    

Zhan Yeling's blind eyes suddenly became clear. He saw Xiong Miao's face.    

    

She had delicate makeup, her curly eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and her pair of charming watery eyes were flashing. She was so cute that it could not be measured.    

    

Zhan Yeling looked at her like this, and a surge of electric current actually appeared in his heart. His heart throbbed, and it spontaneously arose.    

    

Just by looking at her, he had the impulse to fiercely embed her into him.    

    

His good self-restraint made him bear with it. He went forward and extended his hand towards her.    

    

Xiong Miao understood and gave his hand to him. His small hand was held in his palm and it was incomparably warm.