276 Do you hate my name
"Hey!" Chu Huan grinned and replied, "I watched a lot of people discussing your girth figures on the Internet. Everyone is very interested in this, so I plan to sacrifice the ego and complete the big ego! Be precise! Measure it, and then contribute the data.” Of course, this is what she said casually.
Count the days, it's almost his birthday. Chu Huan remembered that she used to read the information about him written on the Internet, and his birthday was November 20th.
It was a late autumn day, and she thought for a long time, wondering what kind of birthday present to give him. It seems that on weekdays, there is nothing he wants to buy but is not willing to buy. Moreover, his preferences... Chu Huan feels that it seems that he has been with Xiao Moye for so long, and he hasn’t seen any special preferences. Chu Huan felt that it seemed that he liked it, and Xiao Moye would like it.
So at last think about it, let's give him clothes. At least this is what she is good at, and it makes sense to design and cut by herself. It can even be said that it is a unique gift in the world.
Because only this one, nothing else.
"Oh? Are you willing to release these data?" With thin lips pursing a curve, he stared at her with a smile.
When he looked at her like this, she only felt a rush of heat, rushing up from her chest. Well, his lethality is really huge, but she still can't resist his eyes when she gets along with him every day.
Chu Huan shrugged his nose and glared at Xiao Moye, then turned around and walked to the cabinet, putting his notebook in the drawer, "By the way, what color do you like?"
"What do you think?" he asked her back.
Chu Huan thought for a while, "It's black."
His eyes were dim, and he hugged her from behind her, "Why do you say that?" His voice was hoarse, and his breath was blowing her hair that fell on her cheeks.
"Your name gives me the feeling, I always feel that you are very suitable for black, so I was wondering, would the color you like also be black?" Mo Ye... Mo Ye... It's dark to the extreme, just like his. Like a person, it is deep, with a sense of mystery, but it is beautiful and extraordinary.
"Really?" His chin pressed against her shoulders, and his hands around her waist tightened. "Will you hate my name?"
hate? She was surprised, and instinctively wanted to turn her head to look at him, but his bracelet was tight around her waist, almost as if imprisoned, which made her unable to see his expression at the moment.
"Mo Ye..." she yelled slightly.
He didn't let go, his lips kissed her neck lightly, and he asked repeatedly, "Will you hate it?"
"Why?" She felt that the place where his neck was touched by him was a little itchy, "Your name is very nice, I like it." Because if you like someone, you will like everything about him.
He closed his eyes lightly, and then twisted her body abruptly. Before she could react, his lips pressed hard against her, and he kissed her hard, fiercely, crazy. The ground... As if to squeeze out every bit of air in her mouth, every bit of sweetness.
"Um... Uh... Mo... Mo Ye..." She didn't understand why she kissed so strongly all at once, it was almost like swallowing her whole person.
"Huan, Huan!" His fingers clasped her chin, and his lips lingered against hers, "Don't forget if you don't hate it, but also remember what you like."
She was panting, looking at him blindly, she hadn't slowed down yet. Don't understand, don't understand why he said that.
And his lips pressed down again, stirring the honey/juice in her mouth...
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"Xiao Moye, your person is just like your name. It is too deep and too heavy to make it impossible to see you or guess you. It's like you are talking in front of me, but I never know , These words are true or not."
She doesn't remember these words. And now, it's different from before!
"Ting'er, help me choose, which design is better?" Chu Huan spread a few design drawings on the table in the living room of the apartment during the weekend.
This is the clothes that Chu Huan designed during this period of time with Xiao Moye as his inspiration. Every piece of clothing is based on black, and then changes. However, the design of each piece of clothing has its own characteristics. There have been many changes in black, which can be elegant, luxurious, refreshing, and casual...
Fang Ting'er's eyes lit up, "You designed it?"
"Yes." Chu Huan smiled, "What do you think?"
"Very good, but if you put it in your company's store, I'm afraid the sales may not be good." In Fang Ting'er's view, these clothes are too distinctive. Although they are men's clothing, they require people who wear them. Very high, ordinary people wear it, it is easy to appear "shrugged", but it is more suitable for display on the runway.
"Who said it was designed for the company." Chu Huan smiled shyly, "I plan to do it for Mo Ye."
Is it for Xiao Moye? Fang Ting'er was taken aback for a moment, and then she understood. If Xiao Moye wears these clothes, then it fits well.
"Why are you suddenly thinking of making clothes for Xiao Moye?" Fang Ting'er asked curiously.
"His birthday is coming soon. Wouldn't it make sense for me to give away clothes made by myself?" she said with joy.
"Yeah, yeah!" Fang Ting'er said repeatedly, began to pick up the design draft on the table, and looked at it carefully. After a long while, he took out one of them and said, "The design of this dress is more suitable for Xiao Moye."
Chu Huan took a look at it. It was a black modified Chinese tunic suit. When designing this dress, Chu Huan incorporated the concept of military uniform into it. Therefore, this dress is mainly based on "fortitude, heartiness, and elegance". , And strive to show this temperament and charm.
"Okay, let's do this." Chu Huan said, and when he was about to put away the remaining design drawings on the table, Fang Ting'er suddenly said, "Huanhuan, can you borrow these design drawings? Let me see and you know that I was tortured to death by the design drawings of the competition recently. Maybe your design can give me some inspiration."
"Yes." Chu Huan readily agreed.
Fang Ting'er put away the design draft on the table, took it back to the room, and looked at it seriously again. These designs are indeed good designs. Fang Ting'er bit her lip unknowingly. Once, her professional grades in school have always been better than Chu Huan, but... Since when did her friends gradually surpass her in design
It seems... after I met Xiao Moye, after that graduation design exhibition, Huanhuan's design has become more and more unique...