Sister Qianqian, Mrs. Wu wants to make a set of clothing for the start-up ceremony after the New Year. I would like to ask if you can take orders...
Mrs. Wu used to solve the customer complaints I encountered during my work-study period. I must sell her for this face...
Gu Qingqian changed hands with his mobile phone and bag and asked: How many orders do I have in my hands now?
The big red cheongsam is embroidered with golden peony flowers and plants, and the embroidery is fine, and the long sleeves are not careless.
The high collar covers the beautiful neck but cannot hide the plump curve on the chest. The long skirt hides a pair of knees, a high slit on the side spreads to one-third of the thigh, and the white legs are faintly visible.
She wore high-heeled round-headed embroidered shoes and walked on the sidewalk in a dada. Her white Bodhis hanging on her chest shaking with her feet, and her hairpin pendant on her head jingled.
Gu Qingqian loves cheongsams. His wardrobe is full of cheongsam clothing, without the usual clothes of modern people. Whenever he walks on the road, he will attract people to look back like this.
Especially her appearance, small face, red lips and white teeth, her phoenix eyes seem to be able to seduce people, and a little red mole under her left eye adds to her charm.
The demon is like a fox and beautiful like a peony. It is the evaluation of her by many people, but she never cared about it and never noticed it.
After a while, Ni Luoluo stopped typing on the keyboard and replied: There are three more sets of private servers, Mrs. Jiang’s two sets of private servers and a set of wedding clothes for Mrs. Wang’s daughter.
Dean Huang asked me to make a dress for her to marry a wife. It is necessary in March, and Mrs. Wang’s daughter’s wedding banquet will also be in March...
Gu Qingqian thought for a while and said: Both orders cannot be changed. I can only contact Mrs. Jiang if she can delay the time a little... Forget it, Mrs. Jiang and the dean are still me...
She paused and turned around suddenly.
Several elderly people walking by, a dog stopped beside the telephone pole and sniffed, raised his foot to pee, and there was no one else except that...
Sister Qianqian, what's wrong?
Ni Luoluo's shouting made her come back to her senses.
Gu Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief and completed the words: I will ask President Huang to negotiate with Mrs. Jiang again... I will be able to get a job during the New Year, and Mrs. Wu's case should be fine.
Ni Luoluo responded and said embarrassedly: Sister Qianqian, I was forced to return to my hometown by my parents during the Chinese New Year, and I am afraid I can't...
It doesn’t matter, New Year’s Day and family members are important.
Gu Qingqian pressed the embroidered clutch under his armpit and quickly walked towards the apartment building where he lived. From a distance, he saw a girl dressed in jeans and beige sweater waved to him.
Sister Qianqian!
Ni Luoluo was a junior she met when she was in school. She loved cheongsams just like her, but she didn't have the courage to wear them and could only draw a few artworks to hand in the homework pictures to satisfy her.
Gu Qingqian doesn't like to negotiate with others. Since she opened the studio, Ni Luoluo has been helping her with miscellaneous items. She has accumulated many loyal customers for many years of operation. Even though the private orders are offered high and she has been waiting for a long time, the ladies are still willing to pay for the order and can still buy a suite in a few years.
Have you eaten?
She is 1.7 meters tall and has a model figure of eight. Even Ni Luoluo, who always looks down at her same-sex friends, has to look up to her.
Eat it.
Ni Luoluo followed her into the elevator. When the door closed, a familiar spicy smell came into his breath. Sister Qianqian still had no spicy taste today?
Gu Qingqian carried the bag and said: Try it?
Ni Luoluo also ate spicy food, but Gu Qingqian's knowledge is too high, so she really can't praise her.
Her scalp was numb, so she quickly stepped forward and took out the spare key to open the door. As soon as she stepped into the room, she hid in the studio.
Gu Qingqian's mouth bent, afraid that the soup of sour and sour noodles would be sucked dry, so he threw the bag on the sofa casually. He went into the kitchen and took a large bowl to pour out the sour and sour noodles, and then he held the bowl and put it on the sofa and enjoyed it while watching TV.
The bowl was filled with heat, the spicy aroma of sour and sour noodles was fascinating and the stomach was rumbling.
After scooping a bite and tasting it, the vermicelli jumped into the throat smoothly, and the spicy ones bounced and circled on the tip of the tongue. The four words "spicy and sour" can describe the essence of the spicy and sour noodles, making people unable to help but sip it one by one.
She loves spicy food and is not too private in the industry, but people don’t know that she especially likes the signature dish of Sichuan-flavored hot and sour noodles in the old noodle restaurant nearby, so she rents a house here and visits it two or three times a week. Even the noodle restaurant owner joked that she just lived in her house, so that she could not miss it day and night.
If she didn't make a cheongsam, she probably would have to learn that craft.
Gu Qingqian's mouth was slightly raised with satisfaction, and her red lips, which were stained with spicy oil, became more and more tender and bright. She spit out her tongue and licked off the soup from her lips, and then scooped a mouthful into her throat.
Sister Qianqian...
Ni Luoluo came out holding the laptop and asked wonder: Who is this Mr. Wan?
Gu Qingqian took a look and her face turned cold.
Her official community is handled by Ni Luoluo, and she rarely pays attention to any articles or comments on her hair, but she almost confirmed that this young master Wan was the one who harassed her countless times at a glance.
Because of this account that calls herself Mr. Wan, the first sentence of the first sentence asked her not to be angry. She would not call her in the future, but only use text messages to message her...
Ni Luoluo also knew about this.
Gu Qingqian's face made her favorite cheongsam very suitable, but it was also a trouble. Since the past, it has always attracted women to be jealous and men to harass her.
I thought that starting a business independently would avoid trouble, but I thought I would receive a harassing call on the first day of my business. Every time I blocked it, another new number would come.
Once, they couldn't bear it and scolded each other, asking him not to harass him. Now that person has started to privately communicate his official account...
What is the intention to post such ambiguous messages in public communities?
No matter what the person's purpose is, it will make the whole day's good mood turn into a bubble.
Don't pay attention.
Gu Qingqian deleted the message himself and blocked Mr. Wan.
Then, she took out her bag and took out her prepared salary bag and red envelope for Ni Luoluo, and patted her on the shoulder. Thank you for your hard work this year, you can sort out the information and go on vacation.
After Gu Qingqian finished a bowl of noodles, Ni Luoluo also came to an end. After saying Happy New Year, he went home happily with his bag on his back.
Shortly after Ni Luoluo left, Gu Qingqian dragged her laptop to unlock the man's blockade and said, "If I continue to harass myself, I will call the police and do my best, and then block the other party again..."
Mrs. Wu used to solve the customer complaints I encountered during my work-study period. I must sell her for this face...
Gu Qingqian changed hands with his mobile phone and bag and asked: How many orders do I have in my hands now?
The big red cheongsam is embroidered with golden peony flowers and plants, and the embroidery is fine, and the long sleeves are not careless.
The high collar covers the beautiful neck but cannot hide the plump curve on the chest. The long skirt hides a pair of knees, a high slit on the side spreads to one-third of the thigh, and the white legs are faintly visible.
She wore high-heeled round-headed embroidered shoes and walked on the sidewalk in a dada. Her white Bodhis hanging on her chest shaking with her feet, and her hairpin pendant on her head jingled.
Gu Qingqian loves cheongsams. His wardrobe is full of cheongsam clothing, without the usual clothes of modern people. Whenever he walks on the road, he will attract people to look back like this.
Especially her appearance, small face, red lips and white teeth, her phoenix eyes seem to be able to seduce people, and a little red mole under her left eye adds to her charm.
The demon is like a fox and beautiful like a peony. It is the evaluation of her by many people, but she never cared about it and never noticed it.
After a while, Ni Luoluo stopped typing on the keyboard and replied: There are three more sets of private servers, Mrs. Jiang’s two sets of private servers and a set of wedding clothes for Mrs. Wang’s daughter.
Dean Huang asked me to make a dress for her to marry a wife. It is necessary in March, and Mrs. Wang’s daughter’s wedding banquet will also be in March...
Gu Qingqian thought for a while and said: Both orders cannot be changed. I can only contact Mrs. Jiang if she can delay the time a little... Forget it, Mrs. Jiang and the dean are still me...
She paused and turned around suddenly.
Several elderly people walking by, a dog stopped beside the telephone pole and sniffed, raised his foot to pee, and there was no one else except that...
Sister Qianqian, what's wrong?
Ni Luoluo's shouting made her come back to her senses.
Gu Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief and completed the words: I will ask President Huang to negotiate with Mrs. Jiang again... I will be able to get a job during the New Year, and Mrs. Wu's case should be fine.
Ni Luoluo responded and said embarrassedly: Sister Qianqian, I was forced to return to my hometown by my parents during the Chinese New Year, and I am afraid I can't...
It doesn’t matter, New Year’s Day and family members are important.
Gu Qingqian pressed the embroidered clutch under his armpit and quickly walked towards the apartment building where he lived. From a distance, he saw a girl dressed in jeans and beige sweater waved to him.
Sister Qianqian!
Ni Luoluo was a junior she met when she was in school. She loved cheongsams just like her, but she didn't have the courage to wear them and could only draw a few artworks to hand in the homework pictures to satisfy her.
Gu Qingqian doesn't like to negotiate with others. Since she opened the studio, Ni Luoluo has been helping her with miscellaneous items. She has accumulated many loyal customers for many years of operation. Even though the private orders are offered high and she has been waiting for a long time, the ladies are still willing to pay for the order and can still buy a suite in a few years.
Have you eaten?
She is 1.7 meters tall and has a model figure of eight. Even Ni Luoluo, who always looks down at her same-sex friends, has to look up to her.
Eat it.
Ni Luoluo followed her into the elevator. When the door closed, a familiar spicy smell came into his breath. Sister Qianqian still had no spicy taste today?
Gu Qingqian carried the bag and said: Try it?
Ni Luoluo also ate spicy food, but Gu Qingqian's knowledge is too high, so she really can't praise her.
Her scalp was numb, so she quickly stepped forward and took out the spare key to open the door. As soon as she stepped into the room, she hid in the studio.
Gu Qingqian's mouth bent, afraid that the soup of sour and sour noodles would be sucked dry, so he threw the bag on the sofa casually. He went into the kitchen and took a large bowl to pour out the sour and sour noodles, and then he held the bowl and put it on the sofa and enjoyed it while watching TV.
The bowl was filled with heat, the spicy aroma of sour and sour noodles was fascinating and the stomach was rumbling.
After scooping a bite and tasting it, the vermicelli jumped into the throat smoothly, and the spicy ones bounced and circled on the tip of the tongue. The four words "spicy and sour" can describe the essence of the spicy and sour noodles, making people unable to help but sip it one by one.
She loves spicy food and is not too private in the industry, but people don’t know that she especially likes the signature dish of Sichuan-flavored hot and sour noodles in the old noodle restaurant nearby, so she rents a house here and visits it two or three times a week. Even the noodle restaurant owner joked that she just lived in her house, so that she could not miss it day and night.
If she didn't make a cheongsam, she probably would have to learn that craft.
Gu Qingqian's mouth was slightly raised with satisfaction, and her red lips, which were stained with spicy oil, became more and more tender and bright. She spit out her tongue and licked off the soup from her lips, and then scooped a mouthful into her throat.
Sister Qianqian...
Ni Luoluo came out holding the laptop and asked wonder: Who is this Mr. Wan?
Gu Qingqian took a look and her face turned cold.
Her official community is handled by Ni Luoluo, and she rarely pays attention to any articles or comments on her hair, but she almost confirmed that this young master Wan was the one who harassed her countless times at a glance.
Because of this account that calls herself Mr. Wan, the first sentence of the first sentence asked her not to be angry. She would not call her in the future, but only use text messages to message her...
Ni Luoluo also knew about this.
Gu Qingqian's face made her favorite cheongsam very suitable, but it was also a trouble. Since the past, it has always attracted women to be jealous and men to harass her.
I thought that starting a business independently would avoid trouble, but I thought I would receive a harassing call on the first day of my business. Every time I blocked it, another new number would come.
Once, they couldn't bear it and scolded each other, asking him not to harass him. Now that person has started to privately communicate his official account...
What is the intention to post such ambiguous messages in public communities?
No matter what the person's purpose is, it will make the whole day's good mood turn into a bubble.
Don't pay attention.
Gu Qingqian deleted the message himself and blocked Mr. Wan.
Then, she took out her bag and took out her prepared salary bag and red envelope for Ni Luoluo, and patted her on the shoulder. Thank you for your hard work this year, you can sort out the information and go on vacation.
After Gu Qingqian finished a bowl of noodles, Ni Luoluo also came to an end. After saying Happy New Year, he went home happily with his bag on his back.
Shortly after Ni Luoluo left, Gu Qingqian dragged her laptop to unlock the man's blockade and said, "If I continue to harass myself, I will call the police and do my best, and then block the other party again..."
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