"What you mean is..." Lei Jinxin stared blankly at the scissors in the woman's hand, and looked at the stylist behind him.
Tentatively, he asked, "Do you want to modify the cheongsam now?"
Shen Shuhe looked over and nodded: “Yes.”
Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound. Even if we don't mention the crime of destroying the cheongsam, what can be changed in such a short time?
Everyone thought it was not feasible, and even Lei Jinxin's eyes were filled with obvious doubt.
"No, let's cancel it..."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he was answered by the sound of two scissors scissors clicking.
"You!" Lei Jinxin gritted his teeth and looked at the two sleeves that were cut off.
"Chen Shuhe, you're crazy, right?"
Hearing the voice, Shen Shuhe raised her eyes and faced Lei Jinxin's anger calmly. She looked at the cheongsam being cut in her hands and said, "Boss Lei, it's already like this, why don't you trust me once."
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...
"You--" Lei Jinxin looked at the cheongsam that was so different from before, his hands couldn't help shaking, and he knew in his heart that it was too late to save the situation.
He closed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice two seconds later: "How long will it take?"
Shen Shuhe's eyes moved slightly, and her tense expression relaxed for a moment. She said, "It will only take a few minutes."
Then he added, "Four or five minutes, but I need a few people's help."
As she spoke, she looked at the three stylists standing nearby.
The three of them looked at each other and simultaneously looked at the cheongsam in the woman's hand.
Before being modified, the cheongsam was simple and elegant like a painting, with silver threads winding and flowing on the soft satin, and the drooping hem falling like still water, exuding a subtle elegance.
But Chen Shuhe slid a few scissors and cut the hem diagonally, instantly revealing a graceful arc. The winding branch pattern was cut by the sharp cut, and the moon-white background set off the delicate skin, and the dignified clothes actually revealed a bit of inexplicable beauty.
Several costume designers' eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of eagerness, but also a bit of hesitation.
Shen Shuhe clearly caught it, "Don't worry, if Mr. Jin pursues it, I will take the responsibility alone."
After hearing the woman's words, the three stylists looked at each other again, the hesitation in their eyes turned into determination, and they stepped forward together.
Seeing this, Lei Jinxin knew there was no other way, so he immediately ordered someone to notify the host to add a guest performer.
At the back of the crowd, Jian Xinxin looked at the scene of several stylists helping Shen Shuhe to tailor her dress in disbelief. She could never have imagined that Shen Shuhe could convince Mr. Lei to modify it on the spot even though the cheongsam had already been ruined.
This is the old lady's work. Lei Jinxin is confused to modify it without permission?!
In less than a minute, she saw Shen Shuhe had picked up the silver thread and was sewing it calmly.
Jian Xinxin gritted her teeth, quietly picked up her phone and took a photo of Shen Shuhe's back...
At the same time in the hall, after the last model left the stage, the host returned to the stage with a cue card and began to interact with the guests.
Jasmine looked left and right. Is Sister Shuhe finished? So can she go find her now?
The little girl became anxious sitting in her seat and wanted to leave, but she remembered that Sister Shuhe said she would also come to participate in some charity auction in a while.
Just as she was hesitating, Jingwu bent over and walked over, "Miss, the boss will be here in about ten minutes."
"Ah?" Jasmine suddenly heard this and looked at Jingwu curiously: "Daddy didn't plan to come, why did he suddenly come again?"
Jingwu didn't dare to guess the boss's thoughts casually. He thought about it for two seconds and replied: "The boss just finished a meeting and may be here to pick up the lady."
It means I came here after I finished my work.
But Jasmine didn't believe it. She thought someone was so busy with work that he had forgotten about her.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the host on the stage, who was introducing the gorgeous cheongsam that the model was wearing just now.
Something flashed through Jasmine's mind. She looked down at her phone and opened it. There were a few pictures she had just taken for her daddy.
She raised her lips, as if she knew something.
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At the same time, in the lounge on the fourth floor.
The man in black leather jacket was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed. The LCD monitor in front of him was glowing coldly, reflecting his sharp and gloomy facial features. His knuckles tapped the armrest unconsciously. In the screen, the host was holding a microphone, passionately introducing several models on the big screen.
His eyelids slightly lifted, and his hawk-like sharp gaze finally fell on the red figure in the middle. The woman had a slender and tall figure, and the soft silk of the cheongsam wrapped around her perfect and superior curves. It was no exaggeration to say that she was stunningly beautiful.
His thin lips moved, and an unfathomable arc spread out from the corner of his mouth, but was quickly swallowed up by the image on the screen.
As the applause roared, he raised his hand and turned down the volume.
The ice in the whiskey glass next to the armrest was melting silently. The man raised his hand, and special assistant Mo Kai immediately stepped forward to refill the glass.
Just as the man raised the wine glass to his lips, the door of the side lounge was pushed open from the outside. The man on the sofa glanced at him indifferently, and the next second he put down his glass and stood up.
"grandfather."
Mo Kai placed his hands on his chest, bowed his head and respectfully called out, "Good evening, old sir."
Jin Henian, leaning on a cane, was supported by the old housekeeper Yin Zhiheng and walked to the sofa to sit down.
The old man turned his old but sharp eyes towards the display screen in front of him. After seeing the cheongsams on the screen, the furrows between his originally deep brows relaxed, and a soft light like an old dream emerged in his eyes.
"Well, sit down."
Jin Henian spoke without even raising his head, and the man took his seat. Then he heard a sentence: "Why is there one piece missing from this cheongsam?"
After he finished speaking, the old man turned his head and said in a cold tone: "What happened at the scene?"
"Grandpa, wait a moment. I'll ask someone to check..."
Before he could finish his words, the man was hit on the back.
The mahogany cane fell heavily on him, but the man's expression did not change, except for his brows moving slightly.
"Where have you been? You, a young master, don't even know what happened in the hall?" Jin Henian scolded coldly.
Mo Kai was anxious when he saw his boss being scolded, and he explained: "Old sir, the young master was not feeling well just now, so he came here to rest..."
"Shut up! Do you have the qualifications to speak?!" Jin Henian said again.
Yin Zhiheng next to him winked at Mo Kai and asked him to step aside.
The old man is very angry now, and whoever steps forward will suffer.
"Yes, grandpa taught me..." The man lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly. He replied word by word, "I will go now..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the excited voice of his supporters suddenly came from the screen in front of him.
“Next, let’s welcome Miss Shen with the warmest applause to show us the last cheongsam!”
As the host finished speaking, Yin Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the cheongsam was fine.
He comforted her in a slow voice: "Don't worry, old man, there is nothing wrong with the cheongsam. They must have specially arranged the program..."
Jin Henian frowned and glanced to the side, only to see that the stage, which had been bright just now, suddenly went dark.
Then a beam of warm yellow light tilted from the top of the head, and within a few seconds, a woman in a moon-white cheongsam appeared in front of everyone...
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