cheongsam boy

The low moan was smashed into the pillow, while the bed curtain was shaking, while the weight was fluctuating, and amidst the mottled light and shadow, the hands with interlocking fingers grasped the quilt together, trembling for a few minutes, and then slowly collapsed with a series of depressions. release.

Although Song Rin had long been prepared not to rest, he didn't expect Gu Zhuo to be so fierce. After using up the supplies provided by the hotel, he also consumed two of his hand creams. Sure enough, the age difference is not for nothing.

But the sleep after the work was really good, Song Rin fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

The room was very dark, and the smell of the two of them still lingering in the quilt, Song Lin felt a little flushed, he propped up his body and called out to Gu Zhuo in a low voice, and Gu Zhuo's response rang in his ears the next moment.

Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand to cover Song Rin's eyes, and then pulled the curtain back with his backhand.

The light hits the eyelids through the fingers, although it is blocked, it is still a bit dazzling.

Song Rin felt a little uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand and pressed Gu Zhuo's palm completely on his eyelids, then shook his head and rubbed.

Gu Zhuo was amused by his extremely patient and coquettish gesture.He rubbed Song Rin's eyelids with his fingers, and asked, "Are you okay, do you want to rest for a while?"

"It's okay, I'm just hungry." Song Rin took Gu Zhuo's hand off, put it on his lips and kissed it, "Have you eaten yet?"

Gu Zhuo took the phone and looked at the dishes on it: "At noon, I ate when I went to the venue to watch the models show. There is a rice noodle shop here that is said to be very famous. Try it?"

"Okay," Song Rin leaned over to look, and chose for a while, "I'll eat the sauced beef, dry pick, not spicy."

Originally, when he heard the sauced beef, Gu Zhuo was ready to dissuade him, but Song Rin's remark that he didn't want to make it spicy made him swallow the words that came to his lips.

Gu Zhuo weighed it for a while: "Eat the wet ones, I'll take you to eat the dry ones next time."

Hearing this, Song Rin was stunned for a moment, but then she recovered and raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Yes, I want round noodles."

Speaking of this, Song Rin suddenly remembered something, and then said: "You order wide noodles, we don't order the same one, I want to try something different."

These slightly childish words made Gu Zhuo squint his eyes and smiled for a while, he responded repeatedly, and then under Song Rin's supervision, he ordered a bowl of dry lamb chop noodles, and the noodles were wide noodles.

While waiting for the powder, Song Rin went to the bathroom to tidy up briefly. Although it was spring, it was cold in Beicheng, and the temperature was still a bit low. Song Rin chose a turtleneck sweater to put on.

When he came out of the bathroom, Gu Zhuo had already mixed two bowls of noodles and cleaned up the barbs on the disposable chopsticks. Song Rin just had to sit over and eat with the chopsticks.

Song Rin was easily impressed by the details. He sat down and asked, "The show will start tomorrow, right?"

Gu Zhuo took off his foggy glasses, hummed, and when he mentioned the time, he suddenly remembered a neglected detail.

Gu Zhuo stopped chopsticks: "Aren't you on the plane today? Why is it earlier?"

"Ah... because," Song Rin paused, and then rushed to Gu Zhuo with a sly smile, "Because I want to check the post to see if you have stolen food behind my back."

In fact, Song Rin just wanted to surprise Gu Zhuo, so she came back early and didn't tell him. She asked Yang Xunzi for the address and told her to keep it secret. She was just joking.

Gu Zhuo also knew that Song Rin was joking with him, but he still straightened up very seriously, and said seriously: "No, I will never do that kind of thing."

What Song Rin said was just a joke, a joke, but Gu Zhuo never thought that he would take it seriously.

Song Rin's heart was warm and flustered, he waved his hand hastily: "I believe in you, just joking with you, I just ended the project early, so I wanted to come here sooner."

Speaking of this, Song Rin suddenly paused, and when he spoke again, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and his voice was a little lower: "Also... I miss you very much."

Sometimes love words don't need to be too complicated, simple and straightforward can accurately convey the hot friendship.

Gu Zhuo's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Song Rin who had lost his alienation and aloofness, and looked at his profile under the clouds in the sky. His whole body was as if soaked in that goat's milk wine, sweet and drunk.

Gu Zhuo wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, got up and supported the table, grabbed the back of Song Rin's head and pressed him towards him, put his lips on his forehead, and replied: "I miss you too, my Chief Song Rin .”

The Huoshaoyun in the sky seemed to be piled up with obliquely cut oil pastels. After Song Rin mustered up the courage to express his feelings, he got a reassuring response.

A kiss, a kiss with the smell of dried lamb chop powder that he wanted to try.

Gu Zhuo's show was arranged in the largest gymnasium in Beicheng. Although the other company's partner company is not well-known in the world, it is still very famous in terms of customization and high definition, so the guests present were all Not a low-weight character.

As the designer of the home court, Gu Zhuo had to go to the show to oversee the work in person early in the morning. He didn't let Song Rin go with him, fearing that he would be tired.

Song Rin didn't force himself to follow, because the medicine he was taking recently had too many side effects, and he fell asleep until one or two in the afternoon.

After eating something in a hurry, Song Rin began to tidy himself up. Since the two of them confirmed their relationship, he has been thinking about Gu Zhuo's show. He specially used his personal connections to ask a craftsman in Italy to make a complete set Suit, customized sheepskin shoes.

He also deliberately combed all his hair back, showing the usual posture of going to the international translation field.

After tidying up, Song Rin was about to take out his mobile phone and go out, but just as he closed the door, Gu Zhuo's phone came in.

Song Rin put the room card in his pocket, and answered the passage: "I'm going out."

"Really, that's just right, I'm at the parking lot," Gu Zhuo said with a happy smile, "B1-23, come here."

Song Rin said hello, and then hurried downstairs to the parking lot.

This time, Gu Zhuo finally looked like a boss and a rich man. Instead of a small battery, he bought a big Benz.

Song Lin looked at the car and smiled, then opened the co-pilot's door very naturally, and got in the car.Before he even fastened his seat belt, Gu Zhuo pulled him over and kissed him.

Gu Zhuo squeezed Song Rin's earlobe: "Is it so nice to clean up?"

"Well, this is your first show." Song Rin was a little shy, and he patted Gu Zhuo's hand away, "Hurry up, don't wait for a traffic jam."

"Okay." Gu Zhuo responded with a drawn-out tone, then changed gears and started.

Fortunately, the journey was not very congested, and the two arrived at the show smoothly.Because the main exhibit is cheongsam, the layout of the venue also has a Chinese style.

The scenery combines Hong Kong-style street elements of the 70s and [-]s with ancient floral carvings. The models descend from the revolving attic and then step onto the catwalk that simulates a bluestone path.

The surrounding viewing platforms are wrapped in flowers, and a kind of flower separates a seat, as if sitting on flowers to watch the scenery.

When the two arrived, the makeup of the models had already been painted, and they began to change their clothes one after another.The clothes displayed this time by Gu Zhuo had already been sent to Song Rin for review in advance, and the details of some of them were modified according to Song Rin's suggestion. Looking at these finished products now, Song Rin couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Gu Zhuo first took him around the backstage, and when he met a partner, he introduced him. Both inside and outside the words revealed the intimate relationship between the two, without any concealment, and then walked to the clothing room.

But just as the two were talking, Yang Xunzi suddenly brought someone over.She called Gu Zhuo in a low tone.

Song Rin followed her prestige, and saw a man and a woman standing behind her. The lady Song Rin was very familiar with. She was the one who kissed Yang Xunzi at the door of the room in Beijing last time, but the man with sunglasses on the side was nowhere to be seen. passed.

Song Rin turned her head to look at Gu Zhuo, only to see that Gu Zhuo was also a little dazed, he led Song Rin over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Xunzi's expression was a bit complicated. She didn't answer, but turned to introduce directly: "This is the president of Yilu Entertainment Company, Ms. Lin Ya, this is her artist, why don't you say goodbye."

Having said that, Yang Xunzi turned his body sideways to the two of them again: "This is the boss of our studio, Gu Zhuo, this is..." Yang Xunzi paused, and glanced at Gu Zhuo's hand around Song Rin's waist: "This is Gu Zhuo. This one is the lover of our boss, Song Rin."

Listening to Yang Xunzi's introduction, there was only a hint of surprise in the other party's eyes, but it was covered up by a smile.

Lin Ya stepped forward very generously and held out her hand: "Hello, Mr. Gu, Mr. Song, I am Lin Ya, you two are really a good match. Oh, by the way, Mr. Gu, I was lucky enough to buy your cheongsam. It’s beautiful, and it’s still kept in my closet at home.”

These words are very beautiful, even if Gu Zhuo understands that it is not easy to make people lose face, he smiled and shook back.

Seeing an opportunity, Lin Ya struck while the iron was hot, and hurriedly pulled He Yubie secretly, signaling him to step forward and take the initiative.

He Yubie was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He pursed his lips, and the moment he took off his sunglasses, he immediately changed his face and put on a gentle smile.

He Yubie stretched out his hand: "Mr. Gu, Mr. Song, hello, I am He Yubie."

Hearing this name, Song Rin always felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He carefully looked at the person in front of him while he was holding back his hand. It was a very outstanding appearance, the kind that can be impressed by just a glance. Profound.

But Song Lin didn't have this face in his memory.

Song Rin frowned suspiciously, but he couldn't ask any questions, so he could only think secretly.

After the greeting, the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, but Lin Ya, the president of the entertainment company, was not in vain. She lively said: "I heard from Xunzi that after Mr. Gu's show, P&M still intends to talk to you. Let's start a retro men's clothing line with a national style, Mr. Gu is really young and promising."

Few people know about Gu Zhuo's contract renewal with P&M, even Song Rin only found out about it a few days ago.Looking at Lin Ya's attitude now, she should have known it very early and came prepared.

Gu Zhuo looked at Yang Xunzi in surprise and disbelief, as if he hadn't expected her to be so indiscriminate between public and private, and Yang Xunzi probably felt shameless to argue, but it seemed that he had other secrets, and he asked Gu Zhuo for the first time. Burning Eyes begged for mercy once.

Gu Zhuo almost laughed out of anger. He held Song Rin in his arms for a few seconds to calm down, and then changed his state: "Yes, we are planning to start a men's clothing line."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo changed the subject: "But it's just a preliminary plan, and the final plan can't be fully determined yet."

"Mr. Gu is modest," Gu Zhuo just finished speaking, but He Yubie, who was silent at the side, suddenly spoke up. He took a step forward and said with a smile, "I have watched so many shows, only Mr. Gu's clothes It’s something that people can’t forget just by looking at the exhibits. I don’t think P&M will miss such a talented designer.”

Although these words were flattering, they had profound skills, and the words were smooth and unmistakable. Although Gu Zhuo knew their intentions, he felt uncomfortable, but whether it was Yang Xunzi's relationship or He Yubie's words, he couldn't be ignored.

The two sides went back and forth for several sets of away conversations. It wasn't until the models behind them started queuing up that Lin Ya couldn't hold back and started to hint.

She brushed her hair together: "Actually, we have always been very interested in costume design with Bie, but he has too many scenes to take on, and we can't spare time. We gave him a vacation in the second half of the year. He is also interested in getting more involved with fashion design, if Mr. Gu has time, can I trouble you to take him with me?"

It's true that He Yubie is an actor, but he is also an entertainer, and in the entertainment circle, what can prove his status in the entertainer circle basically depends on his fashion resources.

The intention behind Lin Ya's words is very obvious.

Gu Zhuo's eyes circled back and forth between the three people on the opposite side, and then turned his head to look at Song Rin, asking for help with his eyes.

Song Rin actually doesn't know much about these things, but he also knows the reason why he doesn't hit people with smiling faces. After all, He Yubie is also a star. For a designer like Gu Zhuo who just started in the high-end circle, maybe Will be a future networking help.

Song Rin tugged at the corner of his clothes behind his back, nodding to indicate yes.

Seeing Song Rin's actions, Gu Zhuo glanced at Yang Xunzi again, looked at her somewhat guilty eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Yes, it's my honor."

Although it was a verbal agreement, it was enough for Lin Ya and the others. She hurriedly pulled He Yubie forward to thank her.

The two sides shook hands again, but just as Gu Zhuo was about to withdraw his hand and go back, He Yubie on the opposite side suddenly frowned and sniffed hard.

The next moment, the expression on his face changed, he stared at Gu Zhuo with wide eyes, and raised his tone: "Mr. Gu, your fragrance..."

"It's not good! Boss! Boss, that... that closing model fainted backstage!"

While the two sides were talking, people from the studio suddenly rushed from the side, knocked down many things along the way, and kept yelling loudly in a panic.

But at the moment, no one was in the mood to blame him for his mistakes. Yang Xunzi quickly helped him up and asked, "What's going on? Where is he?"

The staff gasped and replied: "In...in the background, Brother Xiao Fang and the others have already taken first aid measures and called 120."

Hearing this answer, Gu Zhuo couldn't care less. After saying sorry to Lin Ya and the others, he turned and ran backstage.

Song Rin also followed closely. The two of them ran into the rushing medical staff as soon as they left the house. A short-breathing model was loaded onto a stretcher.

Gu Zhuo followed their footsteps and asked what was going on, and the medical staff hurriedly replied: "Sudden myocardial infarction, by the way, who of you is in charge?"

"I, I'm the person in charge." Yang Xunzi hurriedly stood up, gave Gu Zhuo a reassuring look, and after explaining a few words, followed closely the pace of the medical staff and got into the ambulance.

It happened so quickly and suddenly, until the sound of the ambulance disappeared in their ears, everyone still hadn't recovered.

But fortunately, Gu Zhuo has always been calm. He hastily adjusted his emotions and led the staff to calm everyone's emotions.

Song Rin has also been following Gu Zhuo to help him deal with things. Fortunately, the models hired this time are all experienced in planning and so on, and they can quickly recover from this sudden accident.

But when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Fang suddenly remembered something, jumped up and shouted: "Brother! Clothes! Clothes! Our clothes are still on the model!"

Xiao Fang's shout directly suspended the hearts of everyone who had just let go. At this moment, Song Rin also suddenly realized, yes, the model left, and the clothes followed.

Even if Gu Zhuo finds another model now, where to find the clothes, they will never be able to chase them to the hospital, and take the clothes off the model before they enter the operating room.

Besides, this cheongsam was originally changed according to the model's figure. Changing the model and changing the clothes is too much work, and it is not something that can be solved immediately.

But the whole show, closing models are indispensable...

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire backstage was a little silent and depressing.

Song Rin looked at Gu Zhuo, who was sitting beside him with his head bowed, and felt uncomfortable. He approached and hugged Gu Zhuo's shoulders, wanting to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know how to say it.

After a few minutes of silence, Gu Zhuo's brain was running fast. He raised his hand to hold Song Rin's hand, feeling the warmth from his palm.

Gu Zhuo took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Fang and asked, "How long is it until we leave the venue?"

Xiao Fang glanced at the time: "It's less than half an hour bro."

Listening to this time, Gu Zhuo closed his eyes in despair, this time is simply not enough, whether it is looking for a model or making clothes quickly.

Either there are existing models these days, or there are existing ready-to-wear, otherwise there is no remedy at all.

Available models, available ready-to-wear…

A bright light suddenly flashed in Gu Zhuo's contemplative mind. He opened his eyes, grabbed Song Rin's hand and stood up suddenly, staring at Song Rin with a scorching light in his eyes.

Song Rin was in pain from being caught by Gu Zhuo. He looked at Gu Zhuo worriedly, and asked softly, "What's wrong? You..."

"Baby," Gu Zhuo put his hand on Song Rin's shoulder, and said excitedly and beggingly, "Come on, you can be my closing model."

"What?" Song Rin was taken aback by Gu Zhuo's words. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked at Gu Zhuo with even more worried eyes, "No, Gu Zhuo, calm down, there is a solution to everything, but you can't I'm in a hurry, I'm a man, how can I be your closing model."

Hearing Song Rin's words, instead of awakening as expected, Gu Zhuo shook his head with a smile: "No, you can, BB, do you remember your cheongsam? That enamel blue cheongsam. "

"You...you brought it here?" Song Rin couldn't believe it.

Gu Zhuo nodded excitedly: "I thought I would surprise you with the layout after the show, but now...but it doesn't matter, it's okay..."

"How can this work!" Song Rin was a little mad, "There are so many people outside, so many people, I... I and I are wearing a cheongsam, they will all see it, they will see it, there are so many reporters and cameras outside , When the time comes, they will all know.”

"No, no, I won't let them see." Gu Zhuo took Song Rin into his arms, patted him on the back and comforted him, "Really, I promise I won't let them see Yours, I promise, Song Rin."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo's tone changed immediately, with begging and pity: "BB, Song Rin, Chief Song, I need you, I need you, really, only you can help me."

The author has something to say: Uh... I just read the comments recently, and someone asked what BB means. I thought I knew all about it. Sorry, it’s my question. BB means something similar to baby in Cantonese.I have seen all the encouragement and concern, thank you very much for your support and likes, bow and thank you.

50, Xiaguang red