My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Robin laughed, and so did Freddie, "Robin, you said that! If I win tonight, you'll call me Dad in front of everyone!"

Robin did not put Freddie in his eyes at all, "Don't say call me dad, if you win, let me even call you grandpa!"

"Good! We have a deal!"

After saying this, Freddie didn't bother to continue to talk to Robin, took the microphone handed to him by the host and walked up the catwalk to explain his design concept.

Robin was still smiling wantonly. In fact, Freddie had never hurt him.

On the contrary, Freddie has always treated him as a close friend and has given him his heart and soul, but because Freddie's design talent is so amazing, he just hates Freddie from the bottom of his heart.

He especially hates Freddie with a passion because no matter how hard he tries, he is unable to design eye-catching clothes, while Freddie's designs, however, can easily wow the public.

Robin also knows that jealousy is the devil and will devour one's conscience little by little.

But what to do? In this world, the winner is the king, and with Freddie pressing him, he will never be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life, so he can only squeeze Freddie's talent to pave the way for himself.

And once Freddie is not available to him, he can only destroy him completely!

Robin narrowed his eyes maliciously as he stared expectantly at the entrance to the catwalk, waiting to see Kiki and Freya being laughed at by the world in clothes that 99 had bought online.

The smile on Robin's face never abated, but when Freya and Kiki walked onto the catwalk, he couldn't smile anymore.

He thought that the time he spent at the Court a few years ago was the peak of Freddie's talent; he did not expect that the current Freddie would be able to design even more stunning pieces than a few years ago.

talents are exhausted, but

more, the clothes that Freddie entered in the competition, hadn't they been

the entire studio on earth, where did Freddie get

embroidery techniques, could not be completed overnight, this dress

at the edge of the catwalk with a microphone, watching Freya and Kiki

Falling Rain.

of this group of

the design concept, his thoughts

remembered that the day of Lucy's funeral was

stood at her grave and

fell, wetting his cheeks and his vision, and by that time he could no longer

his muse, his faith, and when she is gone,

she never has the chance to wear the clothes he designed for her, he will never put down the pen in his hand, and he will never let the needle in his

a coincidence tonight that the colours of Falling Rain and On the Water

on Freya, also in smoky green, still has a vintage top

clean, pure white, with a smoky green sarong that covers and envelops the lining, like a smoky green rain of smoke that falls slowly and deeply

the hustle

also in the main colour of smoky green, has a back, with a semi-skeletal design and a large empty piece at the waist, but not for nothing, but with large

a brilliant red and the smoky lime is a

the immortal who has no desire, for whom he has left a tear of blood, and for

a daze, his eyes couldn't control the trance, he also couldn't

he hugged Lucy's tombstone tightly, and his kiss, as cold as raindrops, fell on her tombstone,

the moment when the corners