120 Beautiful and Unbelievable
"You know, I miss you very much." Duan Tang said the truth.
Chu Huan was suffocated. She didn't have much experience, and she didn't know if Duan Tang's usual method with women was not, but she really didn't intend to get entangled with the man in front of her, so she quickly said, "Don't miss me. Now, I have nothing to think about, really!"
He gave a mocking smile, "What? I think the world is peaceful now, and I want to cross the river to demolish the bridge?"
When he said the words "crossing the river and demolishing the bridge", Chu Huan suddenly thought about the police station a few days ago, and felt a little uneasy, so he licked his lips, "Uh... thank you for not telling me what happened to Du. Sea matters."
"I didn't say that, but it doesn't mean that I want your thank you." He stopped at the traffic light and turned to look at her. The dark phoenix eyes seemed to be magical, causing people to sink. "Chu Huan, you know what I want."
Of course she knows what it is, but knowing that doesn’t mean she can give it, she’s willing to give it, “I, I don’t like you at all, and it’s impossible to promise you anything.”
"Then who do you like, Xiao Moye or Du Hai?" He asked her this question in the coffee shop on the day of the gang fight, but Chuhua didn't answer it at the time, but now...
Blushing, Chu Huan's voice was small, and his head lowered awkwardly, "I like Xiao Moye." After all, she, a thin-skinned person, would not be too embarrassed to tell people about this kind of thing, if it were not for Duan Tang was so anxious, she might not be able to say.
The red light in front had already turned to green, Duan Tang's thin lips were pursed, but he didn't say anything, but stepped on the accelerator to continue driving. Chu Huan watched his nose and heart, thinking about how long it would take to get to school. For a while, the inside of the car was silent.
"How do you like him?" Duan Tang said suddenly when he saw the school just over another block after driving for about ten minutes.
"What?" Chu Huan didn't react at once.
"How much do you like Xiao Moye?" Duan Tang said more clearly, "If you like it enough to be desperate for him, you can live for him, die for him, even if other women seduce him the slightest bit. Do you want to kill the other person?"
She was shocked, this... is too exaggerated! She likes Xiao Moye, but she is still far from that level.
What's more, why in the mouths of Duan Tang and Xiao Moye, murder seems to be a very random thing. However, in her eyes, it was an extraordinary event.
The look in her eyes made him understand something, and smiled, he parked the car at the door of her school, "Chu Huan, if it's not that level, you really don't like it lightly."
With that said, Duan Tang got out of the car and lifted Chu Huan's bicycle easily again, "Where is the sewing room you are going to?"
"On the second floor of the design building... Hey, what are you doing with my bike?" She shouted, because the bike hadn't been locked before, so at this moment, he had already put the cart into the school.
"Anyway, it's vacant. It's good to go and see your sewing room. It's a long experience." He said casually.
He has enough knowledge, no need for more! Chu Huan hurriedly followed Duan Tang's footsteps. Along the way, he kept telling him that in fact, the sewing room has nothing to look at. It is just an ultra-small clothes making studio, a few sewing machines, and a few pieces of tailored clothes. On the cutting board, put some hangers on fake mannequins and the like.
It’s a pity that Duan Tang was listening, but he didn’t stop. When he reached the ground, he spontaneously picked up all the pieces of fabric and said to Chu Huan, “What? I didn’t think about treating me like me. Coolie once?"
Coolie, she can use it at least? With a bitter face, Chu Huan continued to follow Duan Tang, hoping that no one was in the sewing room at this time, otherwise she would have to spend a lot of saliva.
At this moment, it’s almost 4 o’clock. In the school, the students who should be in class are in class. The students who don’t have classes don’t sway around the school at this time, so the people walking around on campus are actually not much.
However, Rao was one of the few students who would look back from time to time when they saw Duan Tang and Chu Huanzhou together. Although he is not wearing a military uniform this time, his appearance is really eye-catching.
Not to mention anything else, as long as he walks to that place alone, he will look like an angel alive, pure and sunny.
It is rare for God to hear the cries of Chu Huan's children's shoes, and there is really no classmate in the sewing room. Chu Huan finally let out a long sigh, and told Duan Tang to put the fabric on the table, and then she untied the ropes that were tied up with the fabric one by one, spread the fabric piece by piece on the table, and then put it on the table. The accessories purchased in the fabric market are classified separately and placed on the corresponding fabrics.
Here, Chu Huan is doing some preliminary preparations, and over there, Duan Tang is looking at the design drawings that Chu Huan is laying on the table. The artwork is drawn one by one, with smooth lines and beautiful colors.
Different from the calm color of ordinary men's clothing, the series of clothing involved by Chu Huan is mixed with gold, silver, red, purple and other color blocks, making the overall clothing more luxurious and gorgeous.
The image of the model on the drawing paper is just a few strokes, but each one looks like a person.
Xiao Moye!
It's like enough Xiao Moye!
Therefore, the last time she picked up these design drafts that she dropped, he didn't think too much; therefore, she said it was the inspiration she got from looking at Xiao Moye, and it was true.
So, in a sense, the clothes she was going to make were also made for Xiao Moye
Duan Tang found that when he thought of this, there was a pain in his heart that seemed to be eaten by insects.
Tingling, restlessness, irritability... enveloped him and made him extremely uncomfortable.
Chu Huan turned his head and saw that Duan Tang was lowering his head and holding her design draft in his hand. He called out and snatched the draft back from him, "You, how can you flip other people's stuff!"
"That's right, at least with your consent." He moved the corner of his lips, walked to the other end of the table, and picked up a piece of cloth on the table.
It was a piece of deep purple satin. The purple was mixed with silver threads, which would reflect a faint halo when illuminated by the light.
Duan Tang's wrist flicked and turned over, and that piece of cloth was wrapped around him like a large cloak.
He walked towards her with light and graceful steps like an actress. Under her somewhat stunned gaze, he was winking like silk and exhaling like blue, "Does this color suit me, Huanhuan?"
At this moment, he is beautiful and indispensable.