cheongsam boy

The lotus root pink fluff fainted with silver and gold in the sun, pressing on the black leather briefcase, it was interesting and abrupt.

But what's more interesting than this is Gu Zhuo, he turned the little pig's neck pillow over like a salesman, and said while rubbing its soft belly.

"You just lean here, its belly is the softest here."

The slender knuckles are pushed into the fleece cotton, pressing out deep depressions, revealing visible softness.

After showing it off, Gu Zhuo turned the little pig over again, twirling its tail behind its upturned buttocks, his eyes shining with expectation, and asked, "Would you like to try it?"

As soon as Gu Zhuo finished speaking, Yang Xunzi kicked him hard from below, throwing warning eyes at him like knives.But like a normal person, he looked at Song Rin without changing his expression or beating his heart.

But Song Rin's attention was all attracted by the movements of Gu Zhuo's fingers, and he didn't notice the movements of the two of them at all.

Accompanied by Gu Zhuo's clear voice, he picked up the tip of the little pig's tail with his fingertips, the phalanx turned, and the tail wrapped around his knuckles like a vine.

It was obviously a subconscious action, but it seemed to be a seductive temptation, stirring the watery sunlight and disturbing Song Rin's thoughts.

Song Rin's eyes were obsessed with dullness, his fingers on the briefcase jumped suddenly, and the next moment, he thanked him, took the neck pillow and put it on his neck.

The piggy's belly was much softer than expected, Song Rin tilted his head back, the feeling of enveloping him dispelled the fatigue in the afternoon, and the familiar sandalwood on it also cleared the smell of rubber in the carriage. Song Rin smiled at Gu Zhuo She smiled: "It's really soft, thank you."

Gu Zhuo said no, he looked at the time: "It's almost half an hour, why don't you squint for a while?"

"No, I'm not very sleepy," Song Rin took out the information, "Let me read the information for a while."

The warm light in winter spread a layer of velvet light on Song Rin's face, illuminating the persistence and perseverance in his eyes, Gu Zhuo could understand and understand.He didn't make much persuasion, and after saying yes, he secretly raised his knees to prop up the collapsed briefcase so that it wouldn't dazzle his beloved's eyes.

Seeing Song Rin's serious appearance, Yang Xunzi couldn't say anything at this time. She smiled and said something hard to Song Rin, then secretly winked at Gu Zhuo and asked what was going on.

Relying on her not daring to have a fit, Gu Zhuo pretended to be ignorant, while raising his knees, he reached into his pocket and stroked the cigarette case.

All the way to Weifeng in such a silent way.

The agreed time was three o'clock, but in order to ensure punctuality, Yang Xunzi set off an hour earlier. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, and there was still plenty of time to get used to the preparations when he arrived.

Although it is a negotiation, this kind of wide-ranging negotiation is actually a kind of secret comparison and competition. When Song Rin and the others arrived, it happened that the person in charge of another cheongsam studio came out of the conference room. The studio met face to face, and the person in charge, in addition to polite greetings on the face, also had an inevitable confrontation between light and dark when talking and laughing.

But we are all human beings, you come and go to defend, you can find out what you can find out, and in the end you can't chat for a few words and then leave with a smile.

The front desk led them to the reception room, and asked them to wait for a while after serving tea, and the relevant person in charge would come to contact them in a while.

Yang Xunzi responded with a smile, and as soon as the front desk left, she immediately changed her expression, looked at Gu Zhuo seriously, and spoke in a low voice.

"Why are the butterfly hunters here this time? I haven't received any news that they will also participate. They..."

"So what can you do if you know? The clothes have been ordered early in the morning, and the documents have been written and prepared. Could it be that you have to change it temporarily because of it?" Gu Zhuo took a sip of tea slowly, and he glanced at Yang Xunzi, relieved Said, "Don't be so nervous, if you don't succeed, you won't succeed, and our studio won't be unable to afford food because of this."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's indifferent tone, Yang Xunzi looked at him with a smirk: "But because of this, I will miss the opportunity to have a customized birkin bag. My boss Gu, because I work hard for you For the sake of cleaning up the mess for so many years, can you use dim sum this time?"

Yang Xunzi's words can be regarded as revealing his past, and he didn't care about Zhuozhuo's face at all.Gu Zhuo choked up suddenly when he heard this, he didn't even have time to stare at Yang Xunzi, his eyes subconsciously went to Song Rin, observing his expression.

Song Rin is actually very aware of Gu Zhuo's nature of being a hands-off shopkeeper. He originally wanted to make a joke when he heard it, but when he met Gu Zhuo's gaze in the blink of an eye, he withdrew his teasing words, and was suddenly poked softly on the tip of his heart. for a moment.

Song Rin took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, and said with a smile: "Miss Yang, don't worry, Boss Gu is very attentive, and has taken the initiative to check the manuscript with me many times, and there will be no problems."

Looking at the paper towel handed over, Gu Zhuo's eyes flashed, and then he covered up his movements. While picking up the paper, he scratched Song Rin's fingertips, then immediately withdrew his hand, pretending to be nonchalant, and wiped his mouth while saying Yang Xunzi said.

"I will definitely work hard. No matter how serious it is, I should wait until I do my best."

When Gu Zhuo said this, his expression was still calm, but his straight back suddenly exuded a calmness and confidence that could not be ignored. Yang Xunzi's pupils shrank when he looked at him, but the tension and worry quietly faded away.

Yang Xunzi didn't say anything more. After the three of them sat in the reception room and chatted for a while, an elegantly dressed woman came in. She knocked on the door and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm President Nie's secretary. President Nie and Director Seth have arrived in the conference room. Please follow me."

After finishing speaking, the secretary turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, and the three of them immediately got up and followed her steps to the meeting room.There were not many people in the conference room, seeing them arriving, the other party immediately stood up to meet them.

Yang Xunzi called Mr. Nie to a man with a side parted hair, and complimented him, "I haven't seen you for a few months, how come I feel a little younger."

"No, you can say good things to coax people." Mr. Nie smiled, and he led the blond man to the side, and introduced, "This is the design director of the head office, Mr. Seth."

After all, he introduced the team members behind Mr. Seth one by one, and then introduced Yang Xunzi in the same way. At the same time, the translator standing side by side with Mr. Seth also translated the words at the same time. past.

After Mr. Seth listened carefully, he stretched out his hand to shake Yang Xunzi's hand, and said hello in French.

Even if the other party has already brought an interpreter, due to the different situations of the home and away games, Song Rin needs to perform simultaneous translation in a timely manner.

Song Rin first revealed his identity, and then introduced Yang Xunzi and Gu Zhuo in turn, and the two sides had a preliminary understanding.

After the basic process was completed, the other side was unambiguous, and went straight to the topic. After Mr. Nie and Mr. Seth had a low-pitched conversation through the translator, Mr. Nie said to Yang Xunzi.

"Xunzi, we have already looked at the style uniforms you sent, but Mr. Seth and his team still want to learn more. Do you have any other preparations?"

Yang Xunzi nodded in reply, and then asked if the projector could be used.After Mr. Nie agreed, he called the secretary to help them connect the computer to the projector in the meeting room.

At the same time, the curtains in the conference room were also lowered, and the room slowly fell into darkness.

Yang Xunzi was still tinkering with the computer with his secretary in front, and Song Rin was standing in a corner to adjust the microphone. This kind of microphone is handheld, which is different from the conference microphone Song Rin used in the international arena. He tapped it several times, No sound was heard.

"What's wrong? There's no sound?" Gu Zhuo's voice came closer with the temperature.

Song Rin turned her head to look at him, and hummed: "This switch doesn't turn on the light."

"Let me see." Gu Zhuo took the microphone away from Song Rin's hand. He adjusted the switch first, and after confirming that there was no response, he opened the base and reinstalled the battery. All right, try it."

Song Lin patted the top lightly, and there was an echo in the next second. He was relieved and thanked Gu Zhuo softly.

Gu Zhuo looked at Song Rin's side face, the blue light on the screen in front of him flickered and hit his blinking eyelashes, the halo blurred the outline, but he couldn't suppress the sudden emotion.

Gu Zhuo got closer, and said in a hoarse voice on purpose: "Song Rin, Chief Song, I'm a little nervous."

"Nervous?" Song Rin turned to look at him, but was blocked by the dimmed light, making him unable to see Gu Zhuo's eyes clearly.

"Yes, I'm so nervous, I'm afraid of making mistakes." Gu Zhuo lied without changing his face, his voice was faking his acting skills, "It's the first time for me to speak at a meeting with so many people, and I suddenly feel nervous. "

"There are only eight people in total..."

Song Rin muttered in a low voice, but he stopped it immediately. Gu Zhuo is not him. He has never experienced the kind of international conference with thousands of people.

After figuring it out, Song Rin also became worried. He glanced ahead, as if there was some connection problem, the computer hadn't been connected to the projector, and a group of people were scrambling around there.

Seeing the situation, Song Rin breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Gu Zhuo and said with relief, "Don't be nervous, there is still some time. Take a deep breath first, and then slowly..."

"Song Rin," just as Song Rin was talking, Gu Zhuo suddenly interrupted, he moved a little closer, and asked with a trembling voice, begging, "Can I give you a hug?"

This sudden request made Song Rin stunned. He raised his head and asked something, but before he got an answer, his surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

There was a sound of a circuit breaking, and the light on the projector was cut off. The only source of light in the room disappeared, and there was a lot of noise in the meeting room.

While everyone was panicking, Song Rin was surrounded by people in this forgotten corner.

A very light hug, if it wasn't for the frictional static electricity generated between the clothes and the amplified and sharp sound through the microphone, Song Rin might not have been able to react.

Gu Zhuo's triumphant smile was buried on Song Rin's shoulder. He took a deep breath on purpose and asked, "Can I give you a hug, Chief Song?"

The temperature penetrated through the layers of clothing, Song Rin was caged in his arms, his soft voice stopped his rejection, he lowered his eyes and remained silent, letting the strength of his arms tighten.

The darkness covered the inconspicuous corners, the noise of the crowd overwhelmed the heartbeat of the low drum, and before the next beam of light came on, the sound of the microphone amplified the friction between the clothes again.

While hugging back, Song Rin said yes, connecting the fast beating hearts of the two.

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