263 Being stared at you intently is enjoyment
"Why, Xiao Lu, do you know this person?" the man holding Tian Xiaoxiao asked.
No one would use his real name to work in such a place.
Tian Xiaoxiao lowered his head and said in embarrassment, "I don't know!"
Chu Huan didn't say anything, and followed Xiao Moye out of the shop, and bought a bottle of mineral water in a small shop on the side of the street, and poured half of it fiercely. What is she here for
Seeing Tian Xiaoxiao, she still couldn't give her the answer in her heart.
Tian Xiaoxiao, Huo Jingru... What exactly do they have in common? !
"Don't come to this kind of place next time." Xiao Moye put the irritable Chu Huan into his arms, "This kind of place is not suitable for you."
Her face was buried in his arms, and his breath slowly eased her irritability, "Well, I see." She answered.
In my mind, Lin Zixun's words flashed-"They all offended one person!"
Tian Xiaoxiao and Huo Jingru fell to this end, who was it that offended? !
Sometimes Chu Huan didn’t know if she was too suspicious, because accidentally met Huo Jingru, because of the strange language and behavior of the other party, and because of what Lin Zixun said, she rushed to Fenghua Road impulsively to find Tian Xiaoxiao.
But when I saw it, I still couldn't solve her doubts.
What are you afraid of? Or what kind of answer do you want to get? Perhaps thinking about these things constantly can only add trouble to yourself!
In the days that followed, Chu Huan continued to live a normal life. He went to work during the day, or went to Xiao Moye’s villa at night, or in his own apartment. Because he was a newcomer who had just joined the company, he couldn’t get too busy. . On the contrary, Fang Ting'er became busy all of a sudden, often holding a copy of the latest fashion weekly magazines from all over the world, referring to the most popular design elements in the world at present, and a sketchbook full of her various paintings. This kind of design requires much more effort than when I did my graduation design.
"Huanhuan, help me see my design!" Fang Ting'er handed the design drawing in front of Chu Huan, humbly asking for advice.
There are a total of 7 design drawings, which are a series of clothes. Chu Huan read them one by one, looking carefully. After reading it, he said, "Very good. If these clothes are sold in the store, the sales will be good. "
But this kind of evaluation obviously can't satisfy Fang Ting'er, "What else? My design, but I plan to participate in the competition."
Regarding the competition, Chu Huan also heard something from Fang Ting'er. Knowing that this best friend is trying to get a good ranking, he thought about it and said again, "What about your design, I think If you put it in a store, the sales will be good, but if you are participating in a competition, then... how to put it, it is that there is less amazing feeling."
After all, there is still a difference between generally sold clothing and competition clothing.
Fang Ting'er was startled, Chu Huan's words undoubtedly reminded her like a divine initiation. She was really satisfied with her design, but she also felt that something was missing. Now that after Chu Huan said this, Fang Ting'er found that she really lacked an amazing feeling.
And there is no bright feeling, for the fashion that wants to participate in the competition, it is the most deadly!
So Fang Ting'er frowned at her design drawing. When Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye at night, she suddenly thought of the three words "awesomeness". Maybe fashion is just like people. Although some are suitable for the public, they are destined to be mediocre, while others will make people shine, and they are reluctant to look away.
"Don't stop!" She said suddenly, and at this moment, Xiao Moye was coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, revealing his half-naked chest, holding a large white towel in one hand and wiping the freshly washed wet casually. hair.
Hearing this, Xiao Moye raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't stop?"
"Almost it, just keep it like this, 5 minutes is fine!" She said, quickly digging out the paper and pen from her bag, staring at him, and quickly sketching lines on the paper.
At this moment, his eyebrows are lazy and casual, not as elegant as he usually wears, but he has another kind of beauty, which also touches people's hearts and brings her a lot of inspiration in an instant.
Chu Huan's pen moved swiftly, but Xiao Moye really didn't stop, maintaining the appearance of wiping his hair, and let Chu Huan paint. Chu Huan drew very fast, and he was more not seeking for how similar the painting was, but to paint the feeling that radiated from him at the moment.
Every time she gets some feeling from him, she can always design good works.
She finished one picture, and another one, always feeling inspired. It wasn't until she had sketched the last strokes contentedly that she realized that half an hour had passed.
God, she asked him to wipe his head for half an hour, Chu Huan felt very embarrassed, "Why don't you remind me that five minutes are here." She took the towel from his hand, and spontaneously pinched it to him. Arm, asked kindly, "Is it sour?"
"It's okay." He smiled softly, "I don't think it is necessary to say when you are so focused, what's more..." He paused in his voice, raised his hand, and gently stroked her eyes, "I was so attentive by you." Staring intently is a pleasure for me."
"Enjoy?" In her eyes, there was a kind of doubt.
"Because at that moment, there is only me in your eyes, and all you think of in your mind is me." So for him, it is an extremely enjoyable, and even he hopes that the time can be longer... longer... "I really hope that you can always look at me like this." Just looking at him.
She was startled slightly, blushing, "It's not just at that moment, even when I'm not drawing, I always stare at you." As soon as she said the words, she felt something was wrong again, so she continued to add Said, "I mean, you look good, and the temperament on you is very attractive. You can't help but focus on you. Many colleagues in our company are so small. If I take photos of you and sell them, my income will be much higher than my salary. Well, actually I don’t really want to take photos... Um... "