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Chapter 8 Beginning of cohabitation time

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    Xue Qiandai couldn't stand being called a "shanzhai product" by a dick, even if she was down and out now.  Before closing the door, she looked back at Bai Meisheng with a smile and said, "It's a fake one."

    Feeling the master's anger, the snow lion yelled at those two people, scaring them back to their room.

    "Snow Lion, be quiet!" The order did not come from Xue Qiandai, but from Jian Yan.

    Probably knowing how special this little girl is to his master, the big dog lowered his head, whimpered and licked his fat paws.

    Jian Yan pulled Xueqiandai, a little forcefully and impolitely, her brows were furrowed, like a parent who hates iron but not steel.  "You don't want to expose your wealth, do you understand? How many people are motivated by money, and they can do murder and arson. You are a girl's family, don't you have any sense of security?"

    Xue Qiandai sniffed, no one told her.  She has been living in an ivory tower and is well protected.  The world is sinister and only exists in books and TV shows.  "knew."

    Just sullenly.

    Jian Yan also realized that she was too harsh, she slowed down her tone and rubbed her head, "Sorry, you can just make up for it today. While there is no one in the bathroom, go and wash up. There are four tenants in this room  , the outside is just one of them.¡±

    "Why don't you change to a better one?" This old shabby boy actually lives in four households. How many partitions have been made?

    After asking Xue Qiandai, she realized that this question was as stupid as the king asking the finance minister, "Why don't the people eat meat when the people have no food to eat".

    Jian Yan laughed at herself, "I think so too."

    It was only then that Xue Qiandai noticed the inside of Jian Yan's room. It was a very cramped space of seven or eight square meters. She knocked on the wall, which was non-load-bearing, indicating that this room should be separated from a small bedroom.  But the room was tidy, a double bed with a fold out wardrobe.

    In the other corner, a sewing machine took up a lot of space, and beside the machine was a mannequin wearing a very casual white T-shirt and jeans.

    "Did you study fashion design?" Xue Qiandai asked.

    Jian Yan closed the floral curtains, and took out a pure cotton pajamas from the folding wardrobe, "Can you turn around, I will change the pajamas."

    Xue Qiandai smiled slightly, "They're all women, so there's nothing to be shy about." But she still turned around as she said, and looked at the models on stage.

    There was a soft sound of changing clothes, Jian Yan said: "I am in Beifu University, majoring in fashion and fashion. My dream is to open a Taobao original designer shop."

    It's really a very small dream.

    Xue Qiandai found a common topic, and said eloquently, "I also study fashion, but I want to be high-end. I will compete on the catwalks in Paris and Milan, let the whole world shout snow, snow, and become popular all over the world since then."

    "Then, I wish your dreams come true soon." Jian Yan said calmly.

    Having said that, Xue Qiandai could clearly hear the perfunctory, casual and spectator mentality in Jian Yan's words.  "You don't believe me? I can do it. Is it like you, making such uncreative basic models? Do you know that Uniqlo, Zara, and HM are all basic models like you."

    For Xue Qiandai's bad comments, Jian Yan was not angry, she was still indifferent, walked to her mannequin, turned into a shopping guide every minute, and told the story sewn in the needle and thread.

    "Yes, as you can see, this is a very basic round-neck T-shirt with a slightly loose fit, taking into account most people's figures. The cuffs are made with wide edges, which can hold up the sleeves and make them more convenient.  Wear it with rolled edges. The neckline can be said to be the backbone of the clothes. I used the Solona threaded neckline, and the collar shape is very positive. The clothes are lightly printed with the same color grimaces, which are printed with three-dimensional offset printing. Childlike innocence and innocence are fully presented in one offset printing  .¡±

    "The jeans with the lower body adopt a classic loose straight design, and the hips are slightly relaxed. Even girls with wide hips will look good in them, and they can be easily matched with a youthful look. The red ears of the jeans are like a cup of special coffee.  It has an American retro flavor. There is also a grimace printed on the hip pocket, which echoes the jacket."

    When Jian Yan was narrating, her face was radiant, her eyes were shining brightly, and she was very vivid.  Xue Qiandai listened, rubbed her chin, her breathing became lighter, and then she looked at the clothes, which seemed to have a different meaning.

    The snow lion flicked its tail and turned around the model, with an expression like the judges were evaluating the contestants.

    "Now, do you still think it is the basic model of the bad street?" Jian Yan asked, but she was not aggressive.

    Xue Qiandai straightened her neck, raised her chin, and said arrogantly, "I'll know if it's bad or not, let me try it."

    She didn't admit that she was moved by Jian Yan.

    This time it's my turn?Yan is arrogant.  "First, this body is made according to my size, we are not the same size; besides, you haven't showered yet!"

    Xue Qiandai is tall and slender, a very devilish type, while Jian Yan is thinner, a delicate one.

    With her eyes wide open, Xue Qiandai was in disbelief.  Is she a dignified daughter, actually rejected by a little girl next door?  But thinking about today's experience, I ran back and forth several times in the hot weather, and now my body is going to be rotten, so it's time to wash it well.

    She opened her lv, revealing a gap, fumbled for a long time and took out the change and toiletries, took off her Cartier, turned and went to the bathroom.

    After she left, Jian Yan took out her old notebook that she had used for more than four years, opened the search engine, entered Xue Qiandai's name, and then fell into puzzled thinking.

    The bathroom is public, so it is really not of high quality. Xue Qiandai held her breath almost the whole time and broke her own Guinness record.

    The bathroom was occupied as soon as she came out.  By the time Jian Yan finished washing, it was almost twelve o'clock.

    There is only one bed, and the space is very small. Xue Qiandai looked at the master again, "Miss Jian Yan, can you share half of your bed with me?"

    Jian Yan stepped aside silently, while she was lying on the ground straight like a corpse.

    The lights were off, and neither of the two people who got together felt sleepy.  Snow Lion lay beside the bed, guarding the two girls.

    "Jian Yan, you helped me. I don't owe anyone any favors. Your dream can be bigger and set on the catwalk in Paris and Milan, and I have a genius idea. In return, I can help you realize your dream."

    Jian Yan looked at the dark ceiling, thought of the information on the Internet, Xue Qiandai's family background and experience, and replied after a long time: "I know it all. You are a daughter, but you are bankrupt. It's better to be down-to-earth."

    Xue Qiandai: "" People are tough.

    Although there is no crown, she is still her own queen.  No one has ever underestimated her, "I made a phone call while you were washing up. A bankrupt daughter must have some good friends. I'll take care of the first pot of money you opened a store tomorrow." (Remember this site  URL: www.hlnovel.com
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