Chapter 154: Chapter 154 Our Story_1 Chapter 154: Chapter 154 Our Story_1 “What happens between us, stays between us. What my mom and sister say doesn’t matter. Anyway, I am going to be your son-in-law soon, if they bully you, don’t be scared, just fight back! We definitely shouldn’t suffer any losses.”
Nan Fei was torn between laughter and tears. This time, she agreed wholeheartedly, “Sure! I will definitely not back down.” In this lifetime, she will never let Huo Jinlan off the hook.
Huo Beijiang suddenly bent down, his tall nose almost touching her forehead, his profound and deep eyes gazing at her.
“I’ll be leaving, remember to think of me, remember not to look at other men. If other men look at you, punch them.” After finishing his sentence, he sizes up her slender arms and legs.
He muttered under his breath, “Too thin, she needs to pack on some weight. Next time I come back, I’ll teach you how to fight.”
“Th…then be careful. Obey the rules, be diligent in your duties, and don’t fight.” Even she, who didn’t usually care, knew about this man’s infamous exploits involving fights.
Huo Beijiang’s laughter became even more rampant at Nan Fei’s words, he lowered his voice and said ambiguously: “My dear, I will cherish you”
Nan Fei was speechless, her face reddened like a ripe peach.
No matter when, this man could never be serious. He didn’t bother listening to what she was saying but only bothered to tease her.
The photoshoot was planned for the third day. Chen Cuihua was worried about her being alone, so she took time out to accompany her. Upon arriving at the photoshoot site, she saw that Mr. Wu had already arrived early and was arranging the clothes for the shoot.
He was holding several sketches in his hand when he saw Chen Cuihua come in, he promptly greeted her.
“Excessive enthusiasm is usually harboring ill intentions,” Chen Cuihua murmured into Nan Fei’s ear. Normally, Wu Huai would always challenge her because he was backed by her husband, which gave her the feeling like she was the third wheel.
“Boss.” Wu Huai had not heard her words. He grabbed Chen Cuihua’s shoulder excitedly. Feeling his actions were inappropriate, he immediately released her awkwardly.
Nan Fei clearly saw that the sketches in Mr. Wu’s hands were the ones she gave to Chen Cuihua. She also knew the value of her sketches is not simply a few sheets of paper.
She was confident about her painting skills. Whether from a craftsmanship perspective or from a clothing design point of view, the value must be high.
She just needed an opportunity, someone who would appreciate her.
Sister Chen appreciated her work, but it was primarily for its aesthetics and her unique taste. Only Mr. Wu, with his taste and discerning ability, wouldn’t bury her sketches.
“What’s the matter?” Chen Cuihua asked.
“Where did you… where did you get these from?” Wu Huai’s hand holding the sketches was trembling, his eyes filled with passionate fervor. He was a designer who had studied abroad and had a high standard of aesthetic appreciation.
The few sketches in his hand amazed him.
He was so excited that he couldn’t sleep all night. He kept looking at the sketches, the more he looked, the more he admired them.
The more he looked, the more fascinated he became.
The sense of design, the inspiration, the fashion, were all on a par with international brands.
Many people had painting skills, but those at such a high level, he had only seen among masterpieces. Even the master artists wouldn’t necessarily be good at clothing design.
“My God! These are so beautiful, too beautiful.”
Seeing that these were the sketches Nan Fei had given her, Chen Cuihua snatched them back immediately.