My Doll

1 Wen Xi is a tailor. Over the years she has had a regular 'mannequin' model. She called her 'doll'. She personally measured every part of the doll's body. She adored her doll quietly and secretly. … "Yesterday's service was also very good." It was the same today. The doll gave her a big kiss and ran away. Wen Xi had nothing to say. He just looked at the "sleeping fee" that had arrived on his phone again, and silently touched the cigarette case on the bedside. The doll doesn't love her. But fortunately, she doesn't love anyone either. When will she realize that she is making clothes for her, not providing special services? Wenxi, content with the status quo, yawned and got up. … But the surprise came so quickly. One day, someone knocked on Wenxi's door on a rainy night. "Wen Xi, I'm bankrupt." Wen Xi paused, and the next second there was someone else in his arms. "I can never wear your beautiful clothes again." Wen Xi's hand fell on her wet hair and kissed her cold lips, "You can always wear the clothes I made." [A top designer is actually a big shot in the clothing industry, vs. An 18th-tier starlet, but a wealthy lady is the loser] [Hehe, new article, the next one will be opened. Intention: Love means exchanging sincerity for sincerity!