Tang Song straightened his shirt with a serious expression. "A fashion designer is here today for a collaboration. I'd like to introduce you to him."
What do those nerds at headquarters know? They're all clueless about aesthetics. It's the people in the fashion world who understand aesthetics; that's what makes it meaningful for them to come here and show off. Hehe~
"Best wishes," wink, and give a wry smile.
Hahaha... So, does that mean she'll still lose face in the fashion world?
This is a huge loss!
Let's hope Tang Song doesn't say anything surprising and maintains his usual cold and aloof demeanor.
Before going in, Zhu Hao took one last look at the tip of Tang Song's tail, which was curled into a little heart, and rubbed the little heart on the hem of her skirt with her fingertips.
*
The rooftop office of Meiyou Entertainment.
Zhu Hao stared wide-eyed at the tall, aloof Zhuo Shishan in front of him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
This is an internationally renowned fashion designer!!
Why is it that Tang Song simply describes her as a fashion designer?
During class, they often take out Zhuo Shishan's works to appreciate and analyze and imitate her design style.
She met the people in the PowerPoint presentation so easily?
Zhu Hao swallowed hard, his eyes darting around in disbelief.
After pouring Zhuo Shishan a cup of coffee, Zhu Qing left the office on his own initiative.
Zhuo Shishan sat on the sofa, glanced at Tang Song and Zhu Hao's clothes, and her usually calm expression became a little tense. "Mr. Tang and Ms. Zhu look very nice in these clothes."
Zhu Qing asked her for so many design drafts of couple outfits, in various styles.
It's only been less than a week, right? Tang Song is already wearing these clothes and parading around in public.
It's terrifying how rich people can get obsessed with love.
Zhuo Shishan shuddered. Luckily, she was only obsessed with money.
I hope your brain has shut down.
Does Zhuo Shishan know her?
Tang Song and Zhu Qing didn't introduce her just now, did they?
Zhuo Shishan took a sip of coffee, glanced at Zhu Hao's puzzled look, and explained softly, "I am Zhuo Shishan, a fashion designer. The clothes that Miss Zhu and President Tang are wearing are designed by me."
Zhu Hao suddenly realized what was going on and skillfully pulled out a children's drawing board from behind a sofa cushion. "The dress is very pretty, thank you."
Zhuo Shishan stared at the drawing board in her hand with surprise, glanced at Tang Song, suppressed the emotions in her eyes, and said, "It's nothing, it's what I should do."
They've received a lot of money, so they have to put their heart into the design, right?
However, Tang Song didn't say that Zhu Hao couldn't speak, so she... wasn't prepared.
No wonder there were children's drawing boards everywhere in the office; she had thought Tang Song had a child she hadn't publicly revealed.
It turns out she was a girlfriend he hadn't publicly revealed.
An eerie silence fell over the office.
Zhuo Shishan felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from Tang Song's gaze above her, and she didn't know what she had done wrong.
She originally came here today to discuss the clothing issue for the Tang family's brand ambassador, but now she's been inexplicably dragged to the top-floor office and is now staring blankly at the boss and his girlfriend. She's quite confused.
Zhu Hao sat opposite Zhuo Shishan without saying a word. She felt too awkward and didn't know what to say.
Tang Song's roar kept echoing in my ears.
[Quickly praise me and the cub!!! Quickly praise us!!! What are you standing there for!? I already said you designed the clothes, so take the opportunity to praise our matching outfits!! Say something! Weren't you usually quite talkative when you were arguing with Zhu Qing about percentages of profit? Why are you mute now!? Ahh! Say something!]
Zhu Hao bit her lower lip, silently lowered her eyes, and her falling hair covered her profile.
She didn't know why, even though Tang Song didn't say anything on the surface and she only heard his inner thoughts, she still felt inexplicably embarrassed.
Unable to bear the stagnant atmosphere in the office any longer, Zhuo Shishan tentatively asked, "Mr. Tang and Ms. Zhu are dressed like this... do they look good together?"
Zhu Hao's lips twitched, and Tang Song's excited voice rang in his ears.
[Hahaha! I knew it! My taste is amazing, the matching outfits for the kids are perfect! A perfect match! The best match in the world! Hahaha!]
As soon as Zhuo Shishan finished speaking, she instantly felt Tang Song's gaze shift away from her, and his oppressive aura inexplicably disappeared.
Zhuo Shishan understood perfectly.
Is this someone showing off?
She understands that. Once the money is in place, what can't she say?
She can praise even the dead as if they were alive.
"The little hearts on these clothes seem to come alive on you two, as if your hearts are connected..."
[Yes, yes, yes! This shows that I have a close parent-child relationship with my cub! That's great! Just like that, keep praising!]
Tang Song's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded gently, readily uttering, "Mm."
Seeing that she had guessed correctly, Zhuo Shishan continued to speak earnestly and eloquently.
Tang Song's heartfelt sentiments grew increasingly soaring, his tail practically reaching for the sky.
The atmosphere in the office gradually eased.
Only Zhu Hao was too embarrassed to open his eyes.
I can't look... I can't look...
Her toes are so calloused they could practically build a castle.
Doesn't Tang Song feel embarrassed?
How can he be so calm?
She can't stand the word "love" anymore.
She simply couldn't understand how two people who were talking at cross purposes could have a normal conversation.
*
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the office door, and Zhu Qing came in. "President Tang, the artist we're going to discuss a brand ambassadorship with today has arrived. We need to confirm the artist's attire."
Best wishes: Zhu Qing, my great savior!!!
She quickly looked at Tang Song, "I also want to go and see, and learn something while I'm at it."
Let her leave this space, whatever she wants to do!
Tang Song's smile widened, and he nodded slightly.
[Great! Great! Let's go together! Let's go together! Let them all see my matching outfits with the baby! Yay! Yay! Yay!]
Best wishes. My hand holding the drawing board went stiff.
She meant she would go by herself, not together...
Tang Song couldn't wait to get up, straighten the wrinkles in his clothes, and look at her impatiently.
He gave a wry smile, as if wishing someone well.
*
Fifth-floor conference room.
Fang Ling sat in the conference room facing the door, her brows furrowed, constantly refreshing the trending topics.
Zhou Xin stood beside her, glancing out of the office every now and then.
Fang Ling watched as the top trending topics slowly declined, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The press release was issued to direct the public's attention to the plot, further boosting the show's popularity.
Ji Tianhe was the agent Xiao Siqi found for her, and she was very capable. It only took two hours for the incident to escalate and subside, and it even increased the publicity for the drama, making it a hit before it even aired. It seems that her worries were unnecessary.
Fang Ling handed her phone to Zhou Xin beside her, "When will the business and clothing representatives we're in contact with arrive?"
"They said it would be delayed by ten minutes because something came up," Zhou Xin said, taking the phone. "Sister Ling, should I go and urge them?"
Fang Ling raised her hand to stop her, "No need, let's wait a while."
She didn't want to give the people here the impression of being arrogant, after all, she had pestered Xiao Siqi for a long time to get the Tang family's brand ambassadorship.
She had to make sure everything went perfectly.
If she can become the spokesperson for Down syndrome, her status will rise by more than one level, and she may even be able to go international.
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