Chapter 71 Gu Yanhao's Face Is Getting Colder

After a long while, he handed the report to Ade and said coldly, "It's ruined."

Ade took it: "Yes, young master."

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Anmei Group Tailoring Department.

Song Wuyou looked at the machinery placed in the department and was stunned.

She can make clothes, but it's needlework, stitch by stitch.

She doesn't know the tailoring machines in front of her at all.

Seeing her ignorant face, An Changgong asked amusingly, "You don't know how to use a sewing machine?"

Song Wuyou nodded honestly: "No."

The original owner had never used such a thing, and she had never seen such a thing in her previous life.

An Chang smiled respectfully and gently, dignified and elegant, "Didn't you say you know how to tailor?"

Song Wuyou didn't know how to explain it.

"I've prepared all the fabrics you need." An Changgong led Song Wuyou into a quiet tailor's room.

There is only one sewing machine inside, and a large flat table next to the sewing machine is neatly placed with many pieces of fabrics of different colors.

A basket next to the fabric holds various gadgets for making clothes.

Song Wuyou came over and touched the fabric. It felt so good!

"According to your request, there are two pieces of silk." An Chang looked at Song Wuyou with a smile in his eyes.

Song Wuyou turned around and looked at An Changgong with a smile, "Thank you."

An Changgong smiled: "I'd be happy to help you."

"Time is running out, I'm about to start work," Song Wuyou said.

An Changgong looked at her: "You really don't need help?"

At least a tailor to instruct her on the sewing machine.

Song Wuyou smiled: "No need."

"But you don't know how to use a tailor." An Changgong said.

"It's more refined by hand."

An Changgong's dark eyes were astonished, "Are you going to use a sewing machine to make the dress in the drawing by hand, needle by thread?"

Song Wuyou didn't feel anything and nodded, "Yeah."

An Changgong couldn't help laughing: "It's incredible."

So complicated clothes, when to do it?

Song Wuyou smiled and said, "There are many incredible things in this world."

For example, she was reborn here.

"I'm looking forward to it." An Changgong said.

"I'm looking forward to it too." Song Wuyou removed the fabric, An Changgong saw this and came forward to help.

"Do you need my help?" An Changgong asked.

Song Wuyou thought for a while, then smiled, "Not yet."

"Okay, then I'll go back to work. If you need me or my secretary, let's have dinner together at noon."

Song Wuyou didn't think too much, nodded, "Yes."

After An Changgong went out, Song Wuyou started to work.

She doesn't even need to look at the picture she drew, she measures the fabric she needs to use, draws a logo, and then cuts.

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noon.

Gu Yanhao sat coldly at the dining table with a gloomy face.

Song Wuyou, that dead woman, didn't she say she came back for lunch in the morning?

Why haven't you come back yet?

He also specially asked Xu Jing to make a lot of delicious, nutritious, light and nourishing foods.

It's half past one, she hasn't come back yet, what a shame!

As time passed by, Gu Yanhao's face became colder and colder.

Even the temperature of the entire villa is dropping.

Even Xu Jing outside the villa felt a gust of wind and rain coming.

Miss, why haven't you come back?

At this time, Song Wuyou was making clothes non-stop...