The old man was unexpectedly not getting angry. He looked at the red dress and brought a hint of his tone. "At the age of me, you will start to be unwilling to do it, just want to do the best," the words just fell into

With a hot temper, he rushed her with a cane. "Hurry up and give me out. I might as well find a place to stay here when I have time."

Ding Yiyi was stunned by him, and the old man glanced at her, "If you can find the right accessories for my clothes, I will be too late, little girl!"

"Okay! I'll try it!" Ding Yiyi was angry with his ridicule, and the anger burned it for a while, the old man was stunned, he was happy, and he put his hand to make her come in again. He wanted to see that this little doll could

What come out?

Ding Yiyi's heart was also seven or eight. She walked back in front of her clothes again. She looked carefully and turned around and walked outside the door.

The old man thought she was about to leave, snorted in the nasal cavity, but saw that she turned around in an empty place, and she thought about it in her mouth. Then she walked back to the table again, picked up the pen and started writing and drawing.

Alin didn't expect that she really painted like a decent look. She simply sat aside and waited slowly to see what she could draw.

Ding Yiyi knew that she hadn't held a pen for a long time. She thought she would be sparse, but found that the posture of holding the brush was so familiar. Just a few strokes found the previous feeling.

Her thoughts were like the eagles that flies with wings in the wilderness, and waves of thoughts shouted from her brain. She quickly moved and her mood rose.

Less than an hour, she slammed down the brush, but she had a hint of hesitation at the moment she took the painting.

"Take it, let me see what you wasting me for so long." The old man was sitting flat and stable, obviously not giving her a chance to retreat.

She was hesitant to hand over the painting. Alin glanced at the painting, and then fell into contemplation. Ding Yiyi looked at him nervously from time to time, from time to time, he put his eyes on the paper.

She was so nervous that she even forgotten her breath, but she moved with his movements mechanically. The old man raised the single -piece lens of the left eye, "the painting is really bad."

In unexpected answers, although Ding Yiyi knew that his paintings could not enter his eyes, he still felt frustrated. The old man glanced at her, got up and put the painting on the table, picked up the pen and started to modify it on the original.

Soon, the old man pressed a walkie -talkie, and footsteps came from the door after a while. Eleine pushed in the door. "Alin, have you changed your mind?"

He saw Ding Yiyi in the room with surprised Zhang's mouth, and it looked a little funny. The old man handed him the processed picture, "processing me according to the above pattern."

Elaine bowed his head and swept the picture. He had seen Alin's design drawings, which was completely different from the painting in front of him. Although there were some of the handwriting of ALIN, the general style was strange. In addition to Alin, this room was only ALIN.

Another person left.

Alin looked at him with a frustration, so he was so angry that he knocked the cane to make a ping -pong, "Don't hurry up! The catwalk is about to start!"

"Yes!" Elaine responded in a hurry, looking at Ding Yiyi complex, then turned to leave.

The old man saw him walking away before he turned to look at Ding Yiyi, saying: "There is a little aura. What you China most admires is only one jewelry designer Xia Youxin.
Chapter completed!