"Hello, Mr. Vare, I am the chief designer of JANS.C. MoMo, long-cherished your name, I am glad to have this opportunity to meet you to communicate, in fashion design I am still a newcomer, please teach a lot."

Janening studied costume design in France, so she was very fluent in French, which has become the most beautiful language in the world, and it is a different kind of comfortable to speak from her mouth.

When she heard that she spoke French, Mr. Vare raised her brow gently, and when she had finished, Mr. Vare had smiled and extended a hand to her, but gazed at the necklace around her neck and silently responded in slightly broken Chinese: "Nice to meet you, Miss MoMo ..."

Then the translator conveyed his words behind him: "I and all the guests present were very surprised, and I did not think that the amazing design of JANS.C. came from such a young designer, please forgive me for the accident and glancing I just had."Since it is a designer exchange meeting, please let the amazing Miss MoMo first come to express your opinion, I believe that more people have the same doubts and can't wait for me."

Mr. Vare, who was nearly sixty years old, was a tycoon in the fashion world, and his words seemed to be a primer, throwing Jane to everyone, and if she had this ability to catch him, she would naturally have gained his approval, and if she glancing in front of everyone, he could not blame him for being unfair.It looks like it is biased in favor of Jane, in fact, how, no one knows.

The true identity of Janening, only two people in the entire banquet hall know, Gu Jingchen, Pengcheng, if Gu Jingchen did not have a dog blood accident in a car accident.

Most of the rest looked at her with a look of examination, curiosity, full of interest, and JANS.C's Jiang Yao and Fang Yi two people are also each of them, Fang Yi's heart was scared out, Jiang Yao lowered his voice and whispered: "Don't be surprised, don't be disappointed, you have long wanted to know her true face of Lushan, today opened to you, you are not satisfied?"Look at how beautiful the parents, even if her design is not good, people to that station, itself is a work of art, JANS.C can not do the design, but also can do the vase!"

Jiang Yao's joking tone made Fang Yi angry and funny, secretly staring at Jiang Yao: "We are now with her in a boat, how dare I not be satisfied with her?"It’s you who knows her down there, so why didn’t you tell me sooner?Most importantly, is there anything?”

Jiang Yao knew that Fang Yi was worried about the quality of the "vase", and smiled and nodded: "The scandal is more, the real thing should be there, otherwise our eyes are blind, and her works are still amazing."Well, I admit that I was bombarded her for two or three hours in a row the last time I met her, that she could hold the scene.

If an eighteen-year-old girl stood in this kind of high-level communication meeting, I am afraid that she would be scared to soft feet.But Jane Ning is a long-standing person, there is no fear in her eyes, swept through the circle of everyone in the field, most of them are familiar faces, whether it is a friend or an opponent, she has never felt that she needs cowardice in fashion design.

In fact, when she returned to this podium, in the face of her familiar and beloved career, her heart actually surged with warmth and sourness that had never been seen in the past year.She came back, still as the chief designer of JANS.C, but she came back, her name is no longer called Jennings.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the fashion industry.Very official opening statement, I admit I was a little nervous.From behind-the-scenes silent design and creation to the first time to attend the exchange meeting and stand on this place, even if it is not a prize, it can be recognized by everyone as a designer in addition to scandal and entertainment, which is the greatest honor in my 18 years.Yes, I am too young, this is the director of JANS.C in the hiring of me when the director can not solve the worries, I believe will become a doubt, but I want to say, just as love should not be limited by the age status of age, fashion design everyone can have their own unique style, and should not deny her work because of the designer's age status status."

“I was slow to identify myself as a designer in public for school and family reasons, but today I came because I lost the most important relative of my life, my mother, last month.”She paused and kept a peaceful smile: “She always had a wish that I could be a world-class dancer and achieve something in the dance, so I spent a lot of time on dance from small to large.”However, it is clear to me that my true love is not dance, but design, and I secretly studied with my mother behind my back, spending a lot of time on dance.I have to admit, I am lucky, more fortunate than the average person, because of the intoxicated design, so I met the founder of JANS.C., the former chief designer, Miss Janening, and it can be said that she is my introductory mentor...”

Hearing the two words "Jianning", everyone in the field was in an uproar, not a few faces, even Mr. Vare's face has changed, after all, Jane's in the fashion industry also occupies a place.

Peng Cheng, from the beginning of Jane's admission, has been forcing himself to hold his sex, do not disturb her in her glorious moments.He did not know that she was resurrected in a rebirth way, and would return to Jans.C. to continue her career, he stood on the stage and looked at her, looking up at her bright light, he felt proud, but also felt heartache, for her suffering, for her glory, but also for her coldness towards him.

Peng Cheng even unconsciously looked at Gu Jingchen, who was not far away, and he stood there, standing beside Qin Tsewei, and was forced to listen to the junning on the stage.So what does the choir think?Knowing that she is a Jane's Gu Jingchen, is it as difficult as he is?

Peng Cheng could not see Gu Jingchen's face, he could not speculate on his mind, but he clearly saw that Qin Tsewei's lips did not have a smile, and his eyes firmly stared at the jingning on the stage...