My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

Chapter 41: Non-irritating itching

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Blink of the weekend.

The two were about to go to see the house. When they were about to go out, Uncle Li hurriedly stuffed two umbrellas for them, saying that it was raining in the forecast today, and he put them in the car for backup to avoid getting caught in the rain.

Mu Xiaoya thanked her, put away her umbrella, and drove away with Bai Chuan.

Half an hour later, the two went to the parking lot outside the studio. Mu Xiaoya found that Fang Hui's car was already parked there. Knowing that Fang Hui had arrived, she took Bai Chuan straight to the studio.

"Xiao Chuan, look, that's where I work." Walking closer, Mu Xiaoya pointed to the direction of the studio and introduced Bai Chuan.

Bai Chuan followed the direction Mu Xiaoya pointed, took a serious look at the door of the studio, and replied, "I remember."

"Come on, let's go in, Fang Hui is already waiting for us inside." Mu Xiaoya took Bai Chuan's hand, took a few steps, stepped up the steps and pushed in the door, shouting loudly inside, "Fang Hui, we are coming."

"I'm in the material room." Fang Hui's voice came from inside.

"Let's go inside." Mu Xiaoya took Bai Chuan to the material room. The material room was not big, and as soon as the two entered, they saw Fang Hui who was sorting leather.

"Hey, the materials and tools for custom-made leather shoes have been delivered? When did they deliver?" Mu Xiaoya looked at the material room, which was much more enriched than the previous two days, with a look of surprise on her face. In addition to selling shoes online, their studio's business also includes customization of high-end leather shoes, but the tools and materials for customization have not been fully prepared.

"It was delivered yesterday afternoon." Fang Hui replied.

"Then why don't you ask me to come and sort it out together." From the preparation to the opening of this studio, Fang Hui was responsible for almost all of it. She did almost nothing except draw a few design drawings. Just feel embarrassed.

"Didn't you go back to see your uncles and aunts yesterday? Anyway, I'm idle, so it won't prevent your husband and wife from going home to visit relatives." Fang Hui put the last piece of leather away, turned around with a smile, and saw the station at a glance. Shirakawa at the door.

"It's really better to see once you hear it." Fang Hui suddenly sighed.

"what?"

"The real person is more handsome than the photo." Fang Hui quietly winked at her friend.

Mu Xiaoya returned a smug look, then waved at the door, and when Bai Chuan came over, she smiled and introduced to the two: "Xiao Chuan, this is my good friend and partner Fang Hui. Fang Hui, This is Bai Chuan, my husband."

"Hello, husband Xiaoya." Fang Hui knew Bai Chuan's situation and knew that he was not good at interacting with people, so she took the initiative to extend her hand to express her friendliness.

Xiaoya husband

Bai Chuan's eyes lit up: "Hello." Bai Chuan raised his hand and touched Fang Hui's hand, then quickly put it down.

Bai Chuan's handshake is very short, it can be said that it is a one-touch gesture, but his action still surprises Mu Xiaoya: "Fang Hui, this is the first time I see Xiaochuan shaking hands with others, it seems that he likes it very much. you."

"yes?"

"Really, last time we went to the cherry orchard, Nuonuo raised her hand for several minutes, but Xiaochuan ignored her." Mu Xiaoya explained.

"It seems that I am more likeable than Liang Nuonuo." Fang Hui asked Bai Chuan jokingly, "Isn't it?"

It's a pity that Bai Chuan didn't answer her this time, but just kept a faint smile and stood quietly by the side.

Seeing Bai Chuan ignoring her, Fang Hui was neither angry nor continued to ask questions. As Mu Xiaoya said, she was already surprised that Bai Chuan could take the initiative to shake hands with her. Fang Hui changed the topic and said to Mu Xiaoya, "Take your husband to visit our studio. There is a little leather left to sort out. I'll go out and find you when it's done."

"Let me help you organize together." After saying that, Mu Xiaoya picked up a box and walked to the shelf inside.

"I've already said that there is no need, hurry up and get out." Fang Hui grabbed the box and pushed Mu Xiaoya directly outside the door. Seeing that his daughter-in-law had gone out, Bai Chuan naturally followed.

"It will be done in ten minutes. Wait for me outside." After speaking, Fang Hui slammed the door shut.

This person... Mu Xiaoya knew that Fang Hui was worried that if she helped to sort out, Bai Chuan would be left out, but Bai Chuan was so delicate.

"Then... let's visit the studio." Mu Xiaoya smiled and began to show Bai Chuan the studio.

"The studio has just started, so there are not many people, and there are only four people in total including me. This is my desk." Mu Xiaoya first took Bai Chuan to visit her own desk, "But I like to go there when I'm drawing. The coffee bar in front is over there. Sitting there, you can see the outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, so that the view will be wider and the thinking will be more flexible.”

"The back is our warehouse. I won't take you there. Anyway, there are three shoes in total, and you have worn them all." Since buying those three pairs of shoes and going back, Bai Chuan has been changing back and forth, never touching the cloakroom. other shoes in. It was as if Daji had entered the harem, leaving no other concubines in the eyes of King Zhou.

"On the right is the material room. We have been there just now. On the left is our reception room, which is dedicated to receiving high-end customized customers. At present, we have not received external reception. But now the materials for custom-made shoes are all ready, and it should be in the future. We have received guests." Mu Xiaoya led Bai Chuan into the reception room.

The reception room is designed in an industrial style. There are many design drafts of footwear hanging on the gray and white walls. There are design drafts drawn by Mu Xiaoya and Fang Hui when they were in college, as well as sample drafts released by some internationally renowned designers. There is a double sofa in the center of the room, and around the sofa is a sand road about 60 centimeters wide, covered with sand, with pebbles embedded on both sides of the sand road, and a few cacti are planted in the middle.

In the room full of design sense, such a piece of sand suddenly appeared, which was very abrupt. As soon as Bai Chuan came in, he was attracted by the circle of sand.

"Do you know what this sand is for?" Mu Xiaoya asked deliberately.

Bai Chuan shook his head, a little curious on his face.

"Come on, take off your shoes and go for a walk." Mu Xiaoya pointed at the sand.

Bai Chuan, who wanted to obey his daughter-in-law's words, took off his shoes and socks on the spot and walked around the sand with bare feet. The sand road was not long, and he finished walking in a short while. When he circled around and returned to the place, Mu Xiaoya already took a pair of slippers and put them at his feet.

Bai Chuan put on his slippers, turned around and glanced at the circle of footprints he had left.

"Did you know that everyone's walking posture is different, and the footprints you leave on the sandy road will truly reflect your walking posture and the strength of your feet when you walk. Look, you The footprint of the left foot is deeper than the right foot, which means that you are habitually placing your weight on the left foot. When you land, the sole of the foot will be slightly outside, so the shoes you wear usually wear the outside of the sole more than the inside. It's serious." Mu Xiaoya analyzed Bai Chuan's footprints.

Bai Chuan never knew that there would be so much knowledge in the footprints.

"How about it, am I very good?" Mu Xiaoya raised her head proudly.

"Yeah." Bai Chuan said with sincere admiration. He always knew that apart from his memory and mathematics, he couldn't compare to Xiaoya's.

In fact, Mu Xiaoya's analysis just now is just a simple knowledge of human mechanics, and even if you don't understand human mechanics, as long as you are good at observing and have some life experience, you can analyze it. But Bai Chuan is different. In some respects, Bai Chuan's low energy is like Mu Xiaoya seeing high numbers. However, Mu Xiaoya really enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by Bai Chuan, and immediately felt that Bai Chuan's low energy was quite cute.

"Sit." Mu Xiaoya pressed Bai Chuan on the sofa, then ran to the tool cabinet beside her, took out a roll of cloth ruler and pen and paper, and then walked back to Bai Chuan and squatted down.

"I'll measure the size of your feet, and then make a pair of shoes for you, okay?" Mu Xiaoya raised her head and asked.

"I have." Bai Chuan pointed to the sneakers he just took off next to him, indicating that he already had shoes designed by Mu Xiaoya.

"It's different." Mu Xiaoya explained, "I want to customize a pair of shoes for you. From the beginning to the end of this pair of shoes, I made every detail for you. It's not that the machines in the shoe factory mass-produce them. Yes, it is the only pair of shoes in the world."

"Only this pair?" Bai Chuan liked the word.

"I'll measure it for you." Mu Xiaoya held up Bai Chuan's sole with one hand and began to measure carefully. The length, width, and even thickness of the sole of the foot, every number that needs to be recorded, Mu Xiaoya carefully measured it and recorded it on the white paper on the side. After measuring the left foot, then change the right foot. Although our shoes have the same shoe size on the left and right feet, in fact, the left and right feet of human beings are not generally large, so when customizing shoes, the left and right feet must be measured separately.

During the measurement process, Bai Chuan sat quietly on the sofa, he lowered his head, and looked at Mu Xiaoya's hands gently supporting the soles of his feet. Xiaoya's hands are very soft and warm. When measuring, the pulp of her fingers will rub against the soles of his feet, causing a tingling itching, like a burst of static electricity, running up the top of his head along his spine, making all the muscles in his body tense. stand up.

Bai Chuan wanted to hide, but he couldn't bear it, he was greedy for this kind of warmth, as if the whole person was held in the palm of Mu Xiaoya's hand, tenderly and wholeheartedly cared for.

"Relax the instep." Seeing Bai Chuan's instep tense, Mu Xiaoya raised her hand and patted it subconsciously. After Bai Chuan relaxed, she continued to measure until the data on her left and right feet were measured. When she raised her head, she found that Bai Chuan's face turned red.

"Why are you blushing?"

"Itching." Bai Chuan replied in a low voice.

"Is it still itchy?" Mu Xiaoya quickly put Bai Chuan's feet down.

"Yeah." Bai Chuan still felt itchy, even though Xiaoya's hand had left his feet, the numbness still lingered in his heart, lingering, unbearable but reluctant. The ten toes in the slippers are still tightly curled up.

"Are the soles of your feet so sensitive? I was very careful just now." Mu Xiaoya murmured, "Then wait a little longer and I'll put the things back."

Bai Chuan nodded obediently, and did not dare to look at Mu Xiaoya, because as long as he looked at it, his eyes could not help but turn to Xiaoya's hands, and when he saw those hands, the numbness in his heart would be numb. A bit heavier.

Is that why Xiaoya didn't let herself touch her waist before? No, it shouldn't, because I... don't hate this feeling.

Although it was itchy, he did not resist.

The author has something to say: In junior high school, Mu Xiaoya was addicted to girl comics.

"Ah, the male protagonist is so handsome. I'm going to get a nosebleed." The girl Ya screamed in the study while holding the comics.

The young man Chuan, who was seriously reading the book, looked over nervously and found that the young girl Ya was covering her face with a cartoon.

The young Chuan was anxious, threw the book in his hand, walked over and held the girl's face firmly.

The girl Ya: "Tear the man!"

Young Chuan: "What about nosebleeds?"