100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 1200 Genius Designer

The light in the huge room was bright, she waved a whole piece of cloth, the purple cloth fluttered and unfolded in response to the light, through strands of light, like beautiful aged purple wine, the light flickered like ripples, crisp, smooth and smooth ...

This is a fine piece of fabric.

The room was extremely quiet, the chopping board was so big that one hand could not reach the edge, and the entire piece of fabric was laid flat without any wrinkles.

Shi Ying picked up the stylus, narrowed her bright eyes, used her almost genius-like judgment to find a spot, and then scribbled on...

After drawing the brackets, she pursed her pink lips lightly, and cut the fabric with scissors. The smooth movements and speed shocked all the people in the Tianjiao International Design Department. But it didn't make her movements a little strange.

Putting down the scissors, Shi Ying held the fabric with both hands and shook it lightly. The ancient satin, as beautiful as purple wine, flew out from the workbench, and it was perfectly cut again. The lines were so smooth that it couldn't be seen even under the light. There are no flaws, let alone stripping and skewing.

She also cut out the second piece of fabric in the same way...

Then came the third block...

She wants to make three cheongsams in the shortest possible time.

Before he knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and Shi Ying was very devoted and tireless.

Sheng Yu had just come out of the baby room, and the children had just finished swimming and put on their clothes. Sister Han and Xiaoyu were holding a baby each, and they were separately coaxing the siblings to sleep.

Shengyu's steady steps landed on the stairs step by step, and he walked downstairs.

He came to the kitchen.

"Mr. Sheng, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Where's the apron?" Sheng Yu's voice was low and pleasant.

The two chefs almost misheard and turned to look at each other.

Sheng Yu said, "I want to make some supper for Miss Ying myself, just give me the apron." He stretched out his hand towards them.

The chef understood the intention in an instant, quickly took the apron and handed it to him, then saluted and left.

Shengyu was busy alone in the brightly lit kitchen...

After a while, Shuangqing appeared at the door, looking at the busy silhouette of her son Junyi, she held the nourishing tea and asked curiously, "Is Xiaoying participating?" When she came back, she saw the fabric.

Sheng Yu looked back at the sound, "Mom, no."

"Then why is she still in the design room so late?" Shuangqing leaned against the door frame, "She brought back the fabric, so she must be designing clothes?"

"Yes, Nangong Moding is designing the cheongsam."

"He and Liang Nuoqi are going to get married?" Shuangqing raised her chest slightly, thinking it was a cheongsam, but on second thought it was wrong, it wasn't red.

"Should be getting married soon, but the cheongsam is not for weddings." Sheng Yu was busy in a leisurely manner, without looking back, "It takes three days to make it, so Xiaoying may have to work overtime, I'll serve her a bowl of noodles."

"Isn't three days too late?" Shuangqing was concerned, "Tell her not to stay up too late, her body is the most important thing."

"Well, I see, Mom, you should go to bed early."

Shuang Qing stretched her waist, then patted her shoulder, "I'm going to bed, I'm a little tired, you guys should go to bed early too." Then she turned and left.

Upstairs in the design room, Shi Ying had cut three pieces of fabric. She did not use a three-dimensional model or any tools, and only relied on her eyes and recalled the figure of the owner of the cheongsam. She judged the curves of the lines. From the teacher's point of view, it's all inconceivable.

But Shi Ying did it. She is talented in design, otherwise she wouldn't be appreciated by Bastian, the most tricky judge in history.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, breaking the tranquility in the design room.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked." Shi Ying didn't look back, she bent over to study the fabric carefully, and then compared the design draft that she had drawn a long time ago.

Sheng Yu walked towards the handsome figure with the noodles he cooked by himself.

The girl turned her eyes to look at him, and hurriedly put down the design draft in her hand, "Why did you bring me supper?"

"I'm afraid my wife will be starving, so come here, let's rest for a while." Sheng Yu put the bowl on the table beside him, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot."

"Okay." She was really hungry, looked at the wall clock on the wall, oh my god, it's 10:30!

Shi Ying washed her hands in front of the sink, she said, "I smell noodles."

"Yes, it's noodles, and I made them myself." The man's voice was low and pleasant.

The girl was slightly startled, she turned her eyes to look at him while washing her hands, and found that he was leaning on the corner of the table with his arms folded around his chest, and there was a bit of complacency in his affectionate eyes.

After Shi Ying dried her hands with a towel, she turned and walked towards him.

Sheng Yu stared at her affectionately, the girl stood still in front of him, put her hands on his waist, Shi Ying raised her eyes, smiled and said to him, "Then I smell the smell of love."

He kissed her forehead, and the smile deepened, "Eat up this love first, and it will lose its nutrition when it gets cold." Shengyu rubbed her hair pamperingly, his heart was full of love just like that .

"Yeah." She nodded obediently.

Sheng Yu dragged out the chair from under the table for her, and Shi Ying picked up the chopsticks after sitting down, and ate seriously like a child, "Well, the taste is very good! I give you a five-star praise!"

Shengyu had a soft smile on his face, leaning against the table and looking down at her, he felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Having a wife and children is the truest happiness of a man.

He feels that he is rich, not because he is rich in money and rights, but because he owns his beloved Xiaoying, the little prince and princess with the blood of the Sheng family in his body, and he feels that every day he lives is fulfilling Significant.

But Shengyu didn't know that such peaceful days were getting less and less day by day...

He didn't know that life is always full of surprises, sometimes the more a person is afraid of something, God will give him something...

The night is getting deeper.

After Xiaoying finished supper, she suddenly became more energetic. She wanted to continue sewing cheongsams, but Shengyu had to stay here with her, and couldn't drive her away, so she had to be beaten with a stick.

Helpless, she had no choice but to give up. Considering that he was busy with work tomorrow, she had no choice but to obediently accompany him downstairs to sleep.

……

In a certain villa.

On the large and soft double bed, Liang Nuoqi was woken up by the heat, she felt that the bed was on fire!

I opened my eyes suddenly in fright, and it was pitch black all around!

Panting heavily, she stretched out her hand and turned on the bedside lamp, and found that there were bead-sized beads of sweat on the forehead of Nangong Mo next to him, densely packed, and the place where he lay under seemed to be wet, full of sweat!His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved a little abnormally.

It can't be so hot, can it?It's just rained cats and dogs, and the temperature hasn't picked up yet.

"Mo..." Liang Nuoqi called him softly, already having a bad premonition, she stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, but she shrank her hand violently from the heat!
"Nangong Mo! Nangong Mo! What's the matter with you?!" Liang Nuoqi instinctively pushed him, held his shoulders to shake him, but he was indifferent, except for the strong heartbeat reminding her that he was still alive, there was no response.

(End of this chapter)