President's Substitute Wife Chapter 162

I ignored her and went straight into the conference room where I was going to select my works.

This time it's a public selection.

Let's put out the works and select them together.

When I went in, several people had already sat down.

They looked at me with schadenfreude.

I didn't talk to anyone. I just sat down in a corner.

Soon, Ji Qingxuan comes in surrounded by people, and she follows Qin Jiameng.

Qin Jiameng had been walking next to him. When he saw me, suddenly his eyes lit up and he called out, "Jiaqi!"

Run to me.

Sitting beside me with a happy face, "I heard that you have entered the final, so I came here specially. I have been looking for you just now."

"How's grandma?"

I look at her.

For Qin Jiameng, I don't want to care about anything else except Qin CI.

"Granny?" Qin Jiameng didn't expect me to ask Qin CI. After thinking about it, she said, "it's the same as before, but my aunt wanted to turn
off the ventilator, but now she says it's not turned off. It's strange."

Fortunately, Qin Zhaozhi did as I said.

Lu Yuhan sat in front of me and saw Qin Jiameng and I talking happily. She came over and said in a small voice, "these days, she can live
with Ji Zong every day."

“……”



Qin Jiameng was happy when he heard Lu Yuhan say it. He was fierce immediately. "Don't talk nonsense. Jiaqi is not like that."

"No? She's been living with Ji every day for the past two weeks, just like a conjoined baby. "

When Lu Yuhan finished, the others said, "yes, we saw it, too."

Qin Jiameng looked at my face and became a bit embarrassed.

I didn't say what I wanted to say.

Lu Yuhan and others in the side, with the voice we just can hear, embellish the things of these days.

Qin Jiameng's face turned white as she listened.

Finally, he couldn't sit still and said, "I, I'll go to Mr. Ji first."

Then he got up and left.

Lu Yuhan looked at me with the expression of watching a good play.

At this time, ye Ze brought in four people from the outside, one of whom I know is the manager of the resort.

Three more, two men and one woman.

Two of them are black hair and yellow skin. They are native people.

Only that woman is a blonde foreigner.

Lance Harris, though no one has seen him, must be a man.

Didn't you come?

I don't think it's strange that he doesn't come. After all, Lance Harris is a perverse person. Even if he promises good things, it's normal to
turn around.

I sat there.



After about half an hour of coordination, the selection began.

First of all, we played all the works of seven of us.

One of them is a room with a Chinese courtyard.

When I put this on, everyone's reaction was the same as mine. They all looked amazing.

Lu Yuhan is proud.

You don't have to guess. This must be her work.

The champion seems to be certain.

Then, seven of us went up to speak on our works one by one to elaborate our design concept.

My works can be said to be deeply influenced by Tang Ruo, although compared with their works, they are very simple.

But it's very practical, because it's designed for the disabled, including the blind, so it's very good in many small details.

When I finished, I took a look at Lu Yuhan.

Her face was full of disdain and even a little derision.

But I looked at several judges, and they all listened very carefully, but I couldn't see anything from their expressions.

Lu Yuhan was the last one to talk about it.

She talks about her design concept very thoroughly, including the changing scenery in Chinese style courtyard, freehand landscape, seeing
the big from the small and so on.

Although I don't understand many of them, I feel very powerful just listening.

In fact, at this moment, I admire and am convinced.

When Lu Yuhan finished, he said "thank you" confidently, and then he wanted to step down



"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of angry laughter came from the referee.

I followed the voice and found that it was one of the two male referees.

This person can be said to be the most special of the three referees.

About 50 years old, with long hair, wearing a wide T-shirt, pants, flip flops.

It looks a bit like

Hooligans?

I'm not questioning the standard of Ji Qingxuan, but this person does give me such a feeling.Lu Yuhan saw the man smile, immediately
unhappy, "what are you laughing at?"

"Ha ha ha ha." The man was still laughing. After a long time, he finally stopped laughing, pointed to her works and said, "you also have a
face. It's called Chinese garden. You just said that it's based on the design of Chengxiang Gang?"

"Of course

Lu Yuhan stood there. Although his back was straight, his voice was obviously weak.

Did she talk nonsense and then meet the expert?

While I was guessing, the man stopped laughing and said, "I'll tell you what's wrong with you."

With that, he stood up, went to the platform, picked up a pen, while operating the slide, and began to say a little bit about the design
problem.

In some places, Lu Yuhan's design looks very tall and meaningful, just like Tang ruo's -

showing off his skills.

However, these places became self defeating places after the judges finished speaking.



When the judge finished, he threw the pen away and said coldly, "you're such a fool who only knows what it is and doesn't know why it is,
and you have the face to design it. It's a shame."

When the judge said that, Lu Yuhan's face was very ugly.

After he said this, Lu Yuhan finally couldn't hang up, pointed to him and said, "who are you? Why do you say that to me! When you dress
like this to be a judge, you don't even know the minimum respect, and you still have the face to say "me?"

"Who am I?"

The judge looked at her jokingly.

"Yes Lu Yuhan didn't seem to want to pay the prize money for the competition. He stood up straight and said, "I tell you, I've specially
studied this design. Even people from Chengxiang Gang don't think it's a big problem."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

As soon as Lu Yuhan finished, the judge burst out laughing.

Ye Ze couldn't look down. He came to Lu Yuhan and said, "this is a famous designer, Lance Harris."

"What?" Lu Yuhan is shocked!

I look surprised, too.

Is lance Harris a Chinese?

I can't believe it.

Lu Yuhan obviously had an idea with me. She looked at the whole person up and down and sneered, "it's said that lance Harris never
appeared in public. Maybe you didn't find a fake."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Ze is a little angry and wants to stop her.

Lu Yuhan continued, "I'm talking nonsense? You let him prove himself to be Lance Harris!








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