Over there, SUN and Aunt Qu helped place a large square cloth on the grass, and then took out the food. SUN was so happy that she rolled on the cloth——

Only when SUN was rolling around would Xiaomi look at him with charity.

As a result, the son became more and more depraved.

Nana squatted in a small corner and applauded SUN's performance.

Master, Master, that’s great…

Leng Aofeng is like a loyal family dog ​​and a silent guard, silently guarding the two children.

Jing Jiaren felt relieved, picked up the sketch pen, looked at the scenery, and countless inspirations came to her mind...

As soon as she put her pen to paper, she began to create uncontrollably.

I don't know if it was because of her inner feelings, but she always felt like a pair of eyes staring at her in the dark.

Deep, roaring emotions like the ocean.

And every time she looked back, she couldn't see anything...

Ximen Longting should be looking for her everywhere in Provence, France.

The clues she left would at least distract him for a while. How could she follow him to England so quickly?

Jing Jiaren, you are thinking too much...

Or is it because your mental state is not good that you always think that Ximen Longting is around?

As several days passed, Jing Jiaren drew countless design drawings, but not many could be left behind.

I always feel like there's something missing from it.

And on this day, the results of Jian Chenche’s paternity test have come out...

It turns out they are indeed brother and sister.

Is the hair identification convincing enough? Or should I get a few more drops of his blood to try?

Jing Jiaren numbly flipped through the appraisal form, which was all in English, and soon felt that it was no longer necessary.

Why did Jian Chenche lie to her? There was indeed no benefit.

What's more, regardless of whether Jian Chenche is her brother or not, it doesn't make any difference if he doesn't intend to recognize her.

She must be too suspicious!

Now, finish drawing the competition works and see what the purpose of the manipulator behind the scenes is. Is it the East Palace?

Half a month later, Jing Jiaren left a clothing exhibition, got into a car, and sorted out her notes.

As usual when going to exhibitions, the models on the catwalk were glamorous, but they couldn't give her even the slightest inspiration.

Jian Chenche sat next to her, leaning on her head and asking coldly: "It's been half a month, and we haven't even made the design drawings yet."

Only with the design drawing can the garment be processed and made.

We haven’t even finished the first part, so how can we have any works to participate in the competition?

Jing Jiaren sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and her mind was confused.

"How much time is left?"

"1 month and 9 days."

"There is still time..." Jing Jiaren comforted, "Sooner or later, things will get better."

Damn it, her works lack a theme, and the theme is equivalent to the soul and essence of the work.

She drew a lot of design drawings. The works alone are very brilliant, but together they cannot express what she wants to express.

"By the way, color is very important. Can you introduce Ledengra to me again?"

"cannot."

"Why?"

"He disappeared after that day. No one knows where he went. Not even his family."

"What does this mean?"

"He is a free creator who often disappears to create independently and closedly. Or, someone might get in first and kidnap him before we can."

"A team that is also competing?"
Chapter completed!