In My Desperate Time

No!

I roar in my hear.

However, I can’t decide here.

Steven Song glances up at them and says, “as you like.”

Doesn't Steven Song see me winking at him? With his temper that desire to stir up trouble, I really doubt if he did it on purpose.

“Does Mr. Song have any comment on the products of this show?”

This woman talks about the show yesterday straight forward.

“No. There were several clothes yesterday, all of which are designed by Miss Jordan, right? Very nice.” Steven Song replies with a smile.

Miss Jordan?

And she is a famous designer.

There is only one person I know, Whitney Jordan.

Nicole Snow is well known nationally but also internationally. But there’s still a gap between her and Whitney Jordan's. Whitney Jordan comes from a very good family, with the excellent resources and the enviable conditions.

So sometimes, people need more than just talents. Some have won at the starting line.

“Yes. But the lady sitting next to you doesn't seem very pleased with my work.”

Then, Whitney Jordan's eyes fall on me.

I feel awkward.

I commented yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn't mess up with me yesterday, but she can't hold

I'm a little nervous.

look at Frances Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly, not caring

mentally strong. I talk to his wife face to face,

a deep breath and

good, it's just that different people have different tastes, and I happen to like

my

moment. Her face looks not good. It takes a long time for her to relieve. Then she

work, you can always come and tell me.” She hands me a card and, turning to Frances Louis, says, “Honey, let's eat at another table. What can a swallow know of the

hands take her card and stop

like a well-educated person. I never think she would say something like this. But it's not surprising, because the lady of

doesn’t stand up. He glances at me and says, “You cannot deny

Louis’s words

I have in common, it's this man sitting across

want to eat

it and leaves the dining room

awkward atmosphere becomes even

doesn’t care and continues

couldn't eat. All I could think about is what Whitney Jordan would do to me if

finished breakfast when the organizers calls. They want him to

me an uneasy look and

do you want, Frances Louis?!” I look at him and whisper the words

eyes and wipes

have wife?” I wanted to ask him this question yesterday, but I couldn't