When he touched it with his hand, Gu Zhuoyan was so cold that Gu Zhuoyan shuddered slightly. He wrapped his arms around Zhuang Fanxin's waist, tightened it tightly, slipped it, kissed his mouth and put the man on the console.
Zhuang Fan spread his legs, holding Gu Zhuoyan in between, his first kiss was the same as when he kissed in the classroom that year. The hand that held Mai Xuanfeng lingered on Gu Zhuoyan's abdominal muscles, warming from cold to warm, and walking up, there was a thump in his chest, and he jumped violently and fast.
He couldn't help grabbing a handful, not daring to exert too much force.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't expect to be hit on the chest, so he smiled, but he didn't kiss him, he let go and pushed Zhuang Fanxin's head. "You don't sew buttons on purpose," he said, "and you're just waiting to be a hooligan, aren't you?"
Zhuang Fanxin tilted his head: "Deliberately sent a message and then withdrawn it," licking the saliva from his lips, "Just waiting for me to call you over to play a hooligan, right?"
He put his hands together, closed the front of the open shirt, and pressed a little edge to cover Gu Zhuoyan's chest muscles and abdominal muscles. In his eyes, Gu Zhuoyan's exposure to the spring, or the tight wrapping, is terribly sexy.
Mai Xuanfeng put it aside, and Gu Zhuoyan said regretfully, "Why are you finished?"
"Why is this a thorn." Zhuang Fanxin squeezed his knee hard, "Isn't it just to be eaten when you buy it!" He clamped, rubbed, and rubbed the inner part of his knee hot.
Gu Zhuoyan opened the paper bag and took out a piece of French fries: "I let you dip it and eat it, you eat it directly."
Zhuang Fan was stunned for a moment. He used to eat like this at McDonald's back then. Gu Zhuoyan remembered it all the time. He was moved and overjoyed, and wrapped his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's neck to kiss him.
Gu Zhuoyan tilted his head away: "I'm too interested."
"...You're so fast." Zhuang Fan said in his heart, took a french fries and bit it, "Let's try this, you bite the other end, eat a little bit, and see how short it is at the end."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Stupid."
He withdrew from Zhuang Fanxin's legs, pulled out the cheeseburger, and saw that Zhuang Fanxin was still holding the french fries in his mouth, as if he was smoking a cigarette.
"No smoking in the future." Gu Zhuoyan said.
Zhuang Fan asked back, "I'll smoke with you, aren't you happy?"
"Happy ass." Gu Zhuoyan understood, the encounter with Rongcheng gave Zhuang Fan the courage to think that his soldiers were broken and his soldiers were broken, so he dared to hold back his soldiers, and dared to talk nonsense with him confidently.
Chewing the hamburger, Gu Zhuoyan's eyes went out to Zhuang Fan's heart. The man was still sitting on the operating table, his pure white short T was clean, his thin arms were exposed, and he was holding his shirt and threading the buttons.
He was a little remorseful and couldn't hold back in Rongcheng.
But the taste of the lips... It seems that there is no regret.
Gu Zhuoyan sat down on the chair by the table and ate dinner, Zhuang Fanxin made clothes seriously, shared a lamp and a table, as if in the old days of a poor family, it was late at night, and the worker had just returned from work. Compassionately accompany.
After a while of silence, Zhuang Fanxin said: "I will hold a fashion show after the year, focusing on my independent design, and finally I will appear as a designer to greet the audience watching the show below."
"Oh." Gu Zhuoyan eats spicy wings, "I have to work overtime in the early stage."
Zhuang Fan said annoyed, "That's not the point." He sewed a button and cut off the thread, "I'll give you an invitation letter, can you come and see?"
Gu Zhuoyan is a busy person, hard to say, so I don't make any guarantees, but I will try my best to arrange it. Zhuang Fan was worried that he would not be interested, so he said vigorously: "Silhouette's show is very pompous. It is inevitable to invite celebrities and popular models, and then the discussion on the Internet will be very high."
Gu Zhuoyan wiped his hands: "Can you invite celebrities?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Fanxin said, "Pei Zhi is very famous in the entertainment industry and knows many actors." In fact, he doesn't know anything about the domestic entertainment industry. "And Cheng Jiashu, who is very popular."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Is it red? Who is it?"
This is also a person who doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry. Zhuang Fanxin explained: "Pei Zhi's senior, another boss of the company. In short, the fashion show is very exciting, come and see."
Many performers participated, and the exposure that day must remain high. Gu Zhuoyan has no interest in celebrities, and has already thought about other aspects based on the businessman's sense of smell: "Are there any sponsors?"
"Is there..." Zhuang Fanxin was asked, "The companies that we often cooperate with are sponsored by the joint name, and the advertising department is in charge."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "If GSG wants to sponsor, can you go through the back door through you?"
Zhuang Fanxin didn't react for a while, he thought a lot and went through his back door, oh no... GSG sponsored the silhouette's show, he is a designer, and Gu Zhuoyan is for him...
The rippling expression was seen through, and Gu Zhuoyan shattered the mature man's dream: "GSG's island project needs to be widely publicized, bear the name of the real estate company below, sign a contract, and your company will compensate for any mistakes."
Zhuang Fan was embarrassed: "Why do you say it so clearly?"
"I'm afraid you think too much." Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What age is it that you still fantasize about spending a lot of money, is it not common?"
"Who cares, I'm a high-paid class after all." Zhuang Fan was stubborn, and suddenly thought, if GSG sponsors it, will Gu Zhuoyan have a higher chance of participating? He said, "Then I'll get in touch with the advertising department, and I'll let you know if I have any clues."
After sewing a few buttons, Zhuang Fanxin showed several themes to be chosen, regardless of peers or audience, but asked Gu Zhuoyan, who is engaged in real estate. In addition, he also asked Gu Zhuoyan for Lu Wen's contact information.
It was late at night when Zhuang Fan remembered that the proofing room seemed to be equipped with surveillance cameras.
The next day I went to work, I wanted to go to the monitoring department to ask questions, but I forgot when I was busy. Besides, this company never lacked fun-loving men and women, with an open atmosphere, and there was nothing to hide about their sexual orientation.
Zhuang Fanxin has consulted with the advertising department. Regarding sponsors, although the original cooperation companies should be given priority, the magnitude of GSG is different, and it is undoubtedly better to promote new cooperation.
After a busy week in chaos and order, on Friday, the design department and the sales department handed over the samples of autumn and winter clothes. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and just waited for the Spring Festival holiday. Zhuang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, and then he could concentrate on preparing for the show.
The theme has been set, Chinese style, one silhouette has never been done before, the second one is that the design of Chinese style is more rigid and has a lot of room to play, and the third one has strong memory points, which Zhuang Fanxin personally likes very much.
Pressing the inside line, Zhuang Fanxin instructed: "Xiao Wen, go downstairs to pick up someone, and lead to the tailoring room later."
He stacked the design drafts on the table, hooked a pen, and went to the tea room to make two cups of coffee. The tailoring room where the work was handed in was empty, cleaned, neat and quiet, more comfortable than a reception room.
Zhuang Fanxin pulled out a soft ruler, put a needle bag on his wrist, the door opened, and Wen Lin said, "Director, Mr. Lu is here."
Lu Wenmai came in, sports pants and a down jacket, his private aesthetic was similar to that of Gu Zhuoyan, like a big boy. "Director?" He imitated his assistant's tone, which was funny, "Is there anything you told me to do?"
Zhuang Fan's heart was happy at the first sentence: "I'm inviting you, big star."
Lu Wen collapsed quickly: "Don't mention it." He walked to the console and pulled up a chair to sit down, carrying his down jacket in his pocket, feeling aggrieved, "I ran for eight kilometers along the street in the morning, but there was no one there. Passersby recognized me, but an uncle stopped me, fuck."
Zhuang Fan asked in his heart, "The uncle knows you, that means you are well-known."
"The uncle spread pancakes with two eggs in his hand, and the shoelaces opened. He asked me to help him hold the eggs." Lu Wen panicked, "I drove around on the way here, and I was in a good mood. I met you in your parking lot. Same style, red."
This group of people started with a million cars, and Zhuang Fan said curiously, "Our company has a lot of big money."
"Just your boss." Lu Wen didn't know the specific position, "Cheng what... Cheng Jiashu's sister. You don't pay too much attention to our entertainment circle. The hot spot in the past two days is that Cheng Jiashu gave his sister a luxury supercar, which is more popular than the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal. "
Zhuang Fanxin nodded, probably because of the factory incident, Cheng Jiashu compensated Cheng Jiama, he knew very little, and asked gossip: "Mr. Cheng is so popular? Can you give gifts to family members?"
"It's not the same, he has always been very good with his sister, and the setting of petting sister can still attract fans." Lu Wen said, "Hey, when it comes to the setting, the company wants to pack me a personal setting, saying that my dad is a particularly domineering president. , let me walk that kind of father-son route, my dad knew it and said, get away! I will let your company go bankrupt!"
Zhuang Fan laughed heartily, almost lying on the stage, chatting a lot of rude, he took a sip of coffee and cut to the subject: "I am preparing a ready-to-wear show, which will be held after the year, and I need to invite a star to go to the runway a few times, contact you. for this."
Lu Wen suddenly realized, no wonder he had an appointment with the company, and he also guessed whether Zhuang Fanxin wanted to inquire about Gu Zhuoyan's love history. After thinking for a while, he said with self-respect and sincerity: "I'll take over when I have a job now. For me, the high exposure is a pie in the sky, but you... I'm afraid it's not enough."
"Why?"
"You're stupid." Lu Wen shook Zhuang Fan's heart, "Silhouette is a very popular brand, and you are back to China to hold your first show. What are you looking for with this 180-line map? It has something to do with Pei Zhi. Now, can't you find the red one? You can find Cheng Jiashu."
Zhuang Fan felt a little sad. After all, he just hurt Gu Zhuoyan's ex-boyfriend, and he hadn't seen him for ten years, but Lu Wen would rather not have this pie for his sake.
He pushed the design draft over: "I decided to find you after the theme was set, not only because we are friends, but also because you are suitable." Chinese style, extremely elegant, too bright and beautiful, it is collision, too handsome and feminine, he needs Lu Wen This handsome and vigorous, and the strong male hormone characteristics to mix.
"Really?" Lu Wen was still not sure, "Do you think again?"
Zhuang Fanxin slapped the table: "Why are you so annoying, do you still want to be popular!"
"Fuck, I'm not doing it for you! I can't fool my brother's wife!" Lu Wen pursed his lips when he said that he was bald, "By the way, how are you and Gu Zhuoyan?"
Zhuang Fanxin pulled Lu Wen up, tore off the down jacket to measure the size, while talking while measuring, he went back to the main business: "Don't think about other things, just think, you are so handsome, and your design complements my design, maybe it will be popular. Woolen cloth."
Lu Wen was placed: "...Okay, then I must walk well, and I will practice modeling steps when I go back."
After measuring the size, Zhuang Fanxin wrapped the prepared fabric on Lu Wen's body, choosing the color and texture of the fabric to complement his skin tone. "Don't put the needle on, don't move." He said, "Then I will contact your company to propose a contract. What is your approximate price?"
Lu Wendao: "I don't charge you, I'll pay for the company's share."
After the business was settled, Zhuang Fanxin gave Lu Wen a form, and Lu Wen buried himself in filling out the forms that needed to be filled in for the models to participate in the show. Although he did not study very well, he wrote well.
Zhuang Fan waited by the side and supported his head: "I will attend events and award ceremonies in the future. Come to me if you need it, and I will design the look for you."
After filling in, Lu Wen put on his pen cap and was about to leave. Zhuang Fanxin looked like he was hesitant to say anything, hesitating: "Then what... Let's talk about Gu Zhuoyan's love history?"
Lu Wen said: "What's there to talk about about his love history? Three or four paragraphs in ten years, and the longest is three months." He got up and put on a down jacket, "You know what his character is, and he wants to let go of you and start a new life. If you struggle for a month or two and find that you can't, then break up with others in time, and don't hide it from the other party."
Zhuang Fan sat dumbfounded.
"Two of them said they didn't mind, they liked him very much, and the one from the Academy of Fine Arts is also good-looking." Lu Wendao, "He can't pass his own hurdle, so we're divided. In Aunt Xue's words, it's called emotional response incoordination, although I I don't quite understand."
Lu Wen walked out, Zhuang Fanxin got up to send him off, took a step behind, stopped at the door, Lu Wen turned to look at him, and called him affectionately: "Little neighbor, this time is fine, Ang."
A succinct exhortation, not much to say.
Zhuang Fan couldn't help nodding his head, like a child who promises after making a mistake.
After walking out of the cutting room with his front and back feet, Lu Wen turned a little bit, and turned to the door of the conference room. The door opened, and several buyers came out after the meeting and dispersed. The last one to come out was Pei Zhi.
"Eh?" Pei Zhi saw him.
Lu Wen pointed back: "I'm looking for Fanxin, and we're done talking."
Pei Zhi asked casually, "Is there no schedule today?"
The nerves of the 180th line are very fragile, Lu Wen deliberately said: "Can you make arrangements?"
Pei Zhi laughed, and Lu Wen's trembling nerves were smoothed out. When he thought about it, did Pei Zhi know that Zhuang Fan was looking for him for a show? After all, Pei Zhi is the boss. Does this matter need to be discussed again
"That," Lu Wen didn't hold out much hope, "Fanxin asked me for a ready-to-wear show."
After two or three seconds of silence, Pei Zhi didn't express any objection directly or euphemistically, but his vision became sharp, and infrared rays generally saw Lu Wen's feet from the head.
Lu Wen's heart trembled: "Why!"
Pei Zhi instructed: "Start to quit sugar today and lose another four kilograms."
... Lu Wen looked at Zhuang Fanxin for help. He was not fat and had never lost weight. In the evening, he had an appointment with Gu Zhuoyan to eat Japanese Peruvian food. Zhuang Fanxin pretended to read the form, pushed Lu Wen and hurried away, went to the elevator, and said thoughtfully, "Then I'll go eat with Gu Zhuoyan for you..."
Before Lu Wen became popular, he almost died of anger.