For a long while, he handed the report to Ade and said coldly: "Destroyed."

Ade took over: "Yes, young master."

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Anmei Group Tailoring Department.

Song Wu worry looked at the machinery placed in the department, and he was embarrassed.

She will make clothes, but that is needlework, stitching out one by one.

In front of these tailoring machines, she will not at all.

An Changgong met her with a look of ignorance and asked with a funny voice: "You won't use a tailoring machine?"

Song Wuxi is honestly nodding: "No."

The original Lord has never used such a thing, she has never seen such a thing in her previous life.

An Changgong smiled gently, noble and elegant. "Don't you say that you will be tailor?"

Song Wushou does not know how to explain.

"You need the fabric, I am ready." An Changgong walked into a quiet tailoring room with Song Wuzhe.

There is only one tailoring machine inside, and a large flat table next to the tailoring machine is neatly arranged with many different colors of fabric.

A basket next to the cloth, with various gadgets for making clothes.

Song Worry came over and touched the fabric, it feels so good!

"According to your request, there are two silks." An Changgong smiled and looked at Song Wuxi.

Song Wu wor turned and smiled at An Changgong. "Thank you."

An Changgong smiled: "I am happy to help you."

"The time is tight, I am going to start work soon." Song Wu worry said.

An Changgong looked at her: "I really don't need a helper?"

At least a tailor should guide her with a tailor.

Song has no worries: "No."

"But you won't use a tailoring machine," said An Changgong.

“The hand is made more delicate.”

An Changgong painted black as ink, it was rare to pass a touch of surprise. "You are not going to use the tailoring machine to make the clothes in the drawings with your hands and needles?"

Song Wu worry did not feel anything, nodded: "Yeah."

An Chang can't help but smile: "It's incredible."

So complicated clothes, when do you want to do it?

Song Wuxi laughed and said: "There are many incredible things in this world."

For example, she was born again here.

"I am looking forward to it," said An Changgong.

"I am also looking forward to it." Song Wuzhan removed the fabric, and An Changgong saw it, came forward and helped.

“Do you need my help?” asked An Chang.

Song Wu wor thought about it and smiled: "Not yet."

"Okay, then I will go back to work. What needs to find me or my secretary, we will have dinner together at noon."

Song Wuxi did not think too much, nodded, "Well."

After An Changgong went out, Song Wuzhe began to work.

She doesn't even have to look at the picture she has drawn, she will measure the size of the fabric she needs to use, draw the logo, and then cut it.

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noon.

Gu Yuyin licked a face and sat coldly at the table.

Song Wuyou, the dead woman, didn’t I come back for lunch in the morning?

How come back now?

He also made Xu Jing do a lot of delicious, nutritious, light, and replenishing.

It’s already half past one. She hasn’t come back yet. It’s really awkward!

As time went by, the face of Gu Yu was getting colder and colder.

Even the temperature of the entire villa is declining.

Even Xu Jing, who is outside the villa, feels like a storm.

Miss, why are you still not coming back?

At this time, Song is worry-free, is doing non-stop clothes...