After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

After ten o'clock in the morning, Chu Yanyi was sitting on the sofa, with dark brown casual pants wrapping his shapely and slender legs.

Under the neatly trimmed black hair, there is a handsome face that is so exquisite that it has no blind spots in 360 degrees.

He played with his phone and asked Jian Huai, who was standing next to him: "What do you think of Song Yannan?"

Jian Huai looked at the closed door of the fitting room: "He has a good appearance and a good figure, and his temperament and image are in line with the design concept of the clothing. We have to wait for the results after he comes out."

While the two were talking, Song Yannan pushed open the door of the fitting room and walked out.

After standing two or three meters away from Chu Yanyi, he raised his head slightly and waited nervously and expectantly for the other party's comments.

Chu Yanyi's design style has always been known for its elegance, gorgeousness, and distinctiveness. Song Yannan's outfit uses rich and bold colors such as dark green, off-white, and olive.

The overly strong visual effect creates a sense of mix and match in the tones, with a high-profile and casual fashion style. The overall look is free and easy, with a bit of gorgeous elegance, which effectively reflects the texture and design of the clothing.

Song Yannan saw that Chu Yanyi's expression was dull, showing neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

After the atmosphere was quiet for two or three minutes, Jian Huai sighed: "That's great! It's perfect! Xiao Yi, my intuition tells me that the gold medal in this competition must be yours!"

Chu Yanyi smiled sheepishly and said to Song Yannan, "Let's change to the next one."

Song Yannan felt happy: "Okay."

When the door of the fitting room was closed again, Jian Huai looked worried: "Song Yannan is indeed very suitable, but he has never had any experience on a catwalk."

"I will arrange for professional teachers to train him."

"The competition is less than two weeks away. The practice time is too short and it is difficult to reach the level of a professional model. Mistakes will inevitably occur on the catwalk."

"An experienced professional model cannot guarantee that the next catwalk show will not go wrong. Since I have decided to use him, I have to take the risk. I believe that Song Yannan will do his best and will not let me down."

After Song Yannan tried on the remaining sets of clothes, he was arranged by Chu Yanyi to enter non-stop training.

After coming out of the fitting room, Chu Yanyi returned to the office.

As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he saw Rong Yu, wearing a Givenchy haute couture floral shirt and flip-flops, slumped on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

"when did you come?"

Rong Yu grinned, showing his white teeth: "Just now."

"What are you here for?"

"It's too boring to stay at home, come and see you."

"Are you still bored with Song Yandong by your side?"

"You bitch is so busy every day that you don't have time to spend with me."

Chu Yanyi took out two bottles of iced black tea from the refrigerator, handed one to him, and said with a joking smile: "Looking at your bleak look, it's obvious that you have overindulged. Song Yandong has good physical strength."

"..." Rong Yu froze, threw away his phone, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip: "I didn't have a good rest, so I didn't indulge too much."

As soon as he screwed the bottle cap back on, the phone rang. It turned out that the caller was Song Yandong.

He used his toes to wonder why the other party was calling at this time, and subconsciously glanced at Chu Yanyi, who raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

Rong Yu touched the tip of his nose, not wanting to answer at all.

But with Song Yandong's character, if he didn't answer the call, he would continue to call patiently until the call was connected.

After hesitating for two seconds, he reluctantly picked up his phone.

"Xiaoyu, where have you been?"

Rong Yu kicked off the flip-flops from his feet and sat cross-legged on the sofa: "Where I go is none of your business, why should I tell you."

"I asked the chef to make your favorite crystal crab and steamed lobster for lunch. Wherever you are, I will pick you up."

Rong Yu switched the phone from his left hand to his right hand, and put the screen next to his ear: "I want to have dinner with Yan Yi, and I won't go back at noon."

"I'm going to find you now, and we'll treat Yan Yi to dinner together later."

"Yan Yi is my friend, and I'm not familiar with you. I'm having dinner with him, and you're messing around."

Song Yandong on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and asked in a deep voice: "Xiaoyu, what is our relationship?"

Rong Yu's thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "We are friends, what else can we do?"

"Besides going to bed, my sex partner will not wash and cook for you, dress you and take a shower, hold you while you pee..."

Afraid that he would continue to say something embarrassing, Rong Yu hurriedly covered the phone receiver with his hand and cursed: "Song Yandong, are you sick?"

Not only was Song Yandong not angry, but he chuckled: "Yes, I am sick, and I can't live without your illness. I want to touch you and hug you all the time, CC you..."

Rong Yu's ears turned slightly red: "You bastard! Shut up!"

He quickly hung up the phone and stared at the phone for several seconds. For some reason, he felt that the call he just had with Song Yandong was a bit like flirting between lovers.

"Are you and Song Yandong together?" Chu Yanyi raised his eyebrows.

Rong Yu's eyes widened: "I'm a straight man who only likes women. How could I be with that bitch?"

"Are you sure you're straight?"

Rong Yu looked at him, wondering what he meant.

"Straight men don't sleep with men, let alone live with men. You've been living at Song Yandong's place recently, and you must have not been back to your own place for more than a month."

Rong Yu choked on his words for a moment, and after a long while, he stumbled and said: "I don't live with Song Yandong. I just think his cooking is delicious and I just eat with him."

[Jian Huai and Song Yannan are not co-stars, so please don’t match them up blindly. 】