A few days after the official announcement by Chanjuan, Xu Dixing came to him with a high-definition embroidered suit tailored to Cen Feng's figure.
Although the Chanjuan women's skirt has joined the elements of Chinese style, it still follows the modern clothing concept as a whole, and is partial to the evening dress style. When designing men's wear, Xu Jiexing also adopted the same concept, choosing the style of suits for manipulation, and then adding embroidery elements.
Cen Feng has a very good figure, with a standard clothes rack, shoulder width, waist and narrow legs. He looks very expensive in a suit.
Especially after putting on this set of couture specially designed for him by Xu Jiexing, when he buckled the buttons on his wrists and walked out, he looked like an aristocrat who had not fallen behind in the palace from the old days of a hundred years ago. .
Xu Jiexing's eyes straightened.
What kind of fan you are depends on what the idol is wearing today. This sentence is really true.
Now she immediately lost her mother's fan baggage, and began to fantasize about the idol pulling off her neckline slightly, her collarbone looming, and then banging her into the picture! ! !
Cen Feng glanced at her, then laughed very shortly, with a dumb ending, and asked her in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Xu Jiexing's phantom limbs were hardened by the bass.
Subconsciously uttered the truth: "I want to be slammed by you..."
As soon as the voice fell, the idol held her shoulders and took her aside. She was so dizzy and weak, and her body was easily taken over. When she reacted, she was already pressed against the wall by Cen Feng.
He lowered his head and looked down, seemingly puzzled: "So?"
Xu Zhixing almost passed by on the spot.
I just felt that he was wrapped tightly by his breath, and the whole person was almost suffocated.
Cen Feng saw the girl underneath her face getting redder and red, her pupils getting bigger and bigger, holding her breath and fainting quickly, and finally slowly retracted her hand, stepped back two steps, half-dang her eyes, and buttoned the cuff that was not finished just now. .
The broken hair sweeps the end of the eye, there is a kind of cool elegance.
Xu Jiexing covered his mouth with his hand and made a restrained whine in his throat. He clearly felt that the last trace of reason in his body that belonged to the mother's fan had completely broken the moral shackles, and Sa Yazi ran away.
No fucking, just be hard.
Cen Feng buttoned her cuffs, looked up at her covering her mouth and her eyes turned red, knowingly asked, "What's the matter?"
Xu Jiexing took a few deep breaths before retrieving his voice, grieving: "Brother, who did you learn this from?"
Learning so badly, so good at teasing.
Cen Feng pretended to think about it: "In the TV series."
Xu Zhixing was heartbroken: "The current TV shows are not superficial."
He shook his head amusingly.
With such an appearance, Xu Dixing will be a little bit happy in the future. Especially when she discovered that because she didn't dare to use the visual hip measurement data at the beginning, the pants seemed to be a little unfit, and the whole person burned again.
Stammed and said, "Brother, you... Turn around and I'll take a look."
Cen Feng Yiyan turned around.
Xu Zhixing stared at idol's butt for a long time, and was sure that it did not fit. It's a little bigger, not only did it fail to show the idol's hips (?), but it also caused some wrinkles because of the slight looseness.
For a long time, Cen Feng heard her say: "The back of the pants needs to be changed."
Of course he felt it himself.
When she looked back, she drew out the measuring tape, showing a look of death. Seeing him look over, Xu Jiexing swallowed his saliva and bit his head and said: "Brother, I have to measure your... data again."
Cen Feng smiled gently: "Okay."
Xu Jiexing worked hard for a long time before finally getting started.
Hold your breath, keep your eyes focused, and refrain from thinking or touching. But my fingertips inevitably came across, oh, fucking, it's really up.
Little Comrade Xu Jiexing, who touched the idol's butt, felt that he would have to eat fast and reciting the Buddha in the next week to kill his sins and abandon his inner lust and distracting thoughts.
After measuring the data, Cen Feng went back to the fitting room to change his clothes.
There were two places that needed to be changed. Xu Jiexing put the whole suit back into the bag. Before the redness on his cheeks faded, he whispered to him: "I'll try it again after I have changed it."
Cen Feng nodded and said yes.
Xu Jiexing waved his hand, holding his clothes for a second without daring to stay longer, and quickly slipped away.
When you were going out, You Tao happened to come in from outside, and seeing the back of the young lady running away, she couldn't help but cast a meaningful look at Cen Fengtou who was standing in the room.
Cen Feng returned her with a very calm and reserved smile.
After Chan Juanxiu's official announcement, Cen Feng's previously unmoved fashion resources instantly became enthusiastic. Several magazines took the initiative to come and invite him to do an interview.
Although they are not the top four magazines such as "Beauty", but you have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step. For the current Cen Feng, these fashion magazine resources are still pretty good.
However, Wu Zhiyun also requested that non-coverage be exempted.
Before, I talked to Ying Xuze about a magazine interview, and the other party only gave the inside page layout. After all, the debut rankings are different, and there are differences in popularity and resources, but when it comes to the C position, it must be the cover.
The first two were taken smoothly, but when it was the third turn, something went wrong.
The cover is indeed still a cover, but it is co-produced with another male artist.
When Wu Zhiyun heard the staff say this, he immediately became angry: "How can this work? Can a single seal be the same as a double seal? And we don't know each other at all, we have neither cooperation nor personal relationship, and we did not co-produce the cover together. The truth!"
He didn't say one more word.
The other party is simply a three- or four-line silly coffee, and Cen Feng shoots the cover together, isn't he forcibly binding the silly coffee
They are not here for charity.
Although "Urban Show" has the highest status among the magazines discussed so far, it is impossible for Wu Zhiyun to give up his principle because of this.
Seeing his firm attitude, the deputy editor-in-chief smiled and rounded off: "Angkor, you can’t say that. Isn’t there any cooperation without cooperation? If there is no personal relationship, wouldn’t there be a shoot? And the new combination is more novel, too. The double-sealed market is also broader."
Wu Zhiyun didn't know what his plan was. Didn't he just want to take advantage of Cen Feng's popularity to bring this paste coffee, and sneered: "No need, Cen Feng alone can afford the market."
The deputy editor secretly scolded him for not knowing good or bad, laughed dryly on his face, and turned his head to look at Cen Feng.
Everyone in the circle knows that Cen Feng's personality is very indifferent. It is precisely because of this that they dare to do this temporarily.
He sighed and pretended to be pitiful: "Cen Feng, you see that you have come here, and the double seal and the single seal are just one sentence for you. Or I will ask Xiao Chuan to come over and meet you and talk to you. Let’s talk..."
As a result, Cen Feng gave him a cold look: "No need."
Wu Zhiyun said that our celebrities are kind, not stupid.
The deputy editor-in-chief was a little irritated by the attitude of the two people. I think he is also the deputy editor-in-chief of a second-line fashion magazine. The average artist in the circle is not a smiling face. It is the turn of this newcomer who hasn't been long before his debut. .
What's more, he is not an official artist of Chenxing, and he is only on a one-year contract. Is he really scared
The deputy editor's face suddenly became a little unsightly, and the yin and yang said with a strange air: "Angkor, the market is like this now. If the coffee shop can't support the forced release, the reader will not buy it. "Urban Show" can be compared with the ones you previously shot. It’s not the same. Look at who we were on the cover of the last issue? Don’t you make it difficult for me to do this?"
As soon as Wu Zhiyun heard it, you fucking satirize us, can't you
He didn't bother to talk to such people, got up and said to Cen Feng, "Let's go, we won't shoot anymore."
The deputy editor suddenly lowered his face: "Angkor, you can think about it. We gave the cover. You don't shoot it yourself. Except for us, which magazine has the schedule now?"
Wu Zhiyun glanced at him coldly, and walked out without a word.
Cen Feng still had that faint appearance, not angry or annoyed, and slightly nodded to the deputy editor, which counted as a greeting, and left with his hands in his trouser pockets.
Wu Zhiyun walked fast, talking on the phone as he walked, Cen Feng only heard his intermittent cursing, which should have been talking to someone just now.
When he walked to the elevator door, Wu Zhiyun had hung up the phone, and the anger on his face was gone, and he was a little happily said to him: "Don't worry, brother contacted you again with a cover, and there will be news soon."
Cen Feng nodded and stretched out his hand to press the elevator.
The two were waiting, and the deputy editor just now chased it out again.
He was so angry just now, and now he calmed down as soon as the two of them left. But I can't let Cen Feng run away, I have to think of a way to polish it again.
As he walked, he smiled and said, "Angel! Old Wu! Why are you still so anxious when you say you are so temperamental? If you have anything to say, you can talk about it."
While talking, Wu Zhiyun's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen call, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up at the deputy editor, he was taunted.
Slowly picked up the phone and said loudly, "Hey, Editor-in-Chief Annan."
The deputy editor stepped in.
The other end of the phone smiled and said, "The Star Reaching just called me and told me, how big is it that magazines like "Urban Show" are worth your anger? Okay, bring people here, and I will vacate them for you in the next issue. "
Wu Zhiyun smiled heartily: "Okay, let's come here."
After hanging up the phone, he raised his eyebrows at Cen Feng: "It's done."
The elevator door opened with a jingle.
The two walked in.
The deputy editor hurriedly followed up, supported the elevator door with his hand, and asked with a smile, "Old Wu, why did you leave? Sit down and talk. If you really feel that double seal is not enough, then I will think of a solution. I'll get you a single envelope!"
A tone of "I mean enough".
Wu Zhiyun smiled at him very kindly: "Let's stop talking, and take the artist who doesn't have enough coffee in my family to shoot "Beauty"."
Deputy Editor: "..."