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An Xiaojing asked where Yan Wen's family lived, and then asked the driver to drive to Yan Wen's home.

Little did he know that at this time, the driver was already in a panic.

An Xiaojing sat in the back seat of the car with Yan Wen, and suddenly chatted with Yan Wen about why he wanted to compete.

"I don't have any big dreams in participating, I just want to be famous, popular, and earn money to buy a house."

An Xiaojing nodded, "This goal is very practical. I acted because of this. I wanted to make a fortune."

Yan Wen looked at An Xiaojing with surprised eyes, and after a two-second silence, he asked, "I remember it was said on the Internet that you are the second generation of rich people, why do you have such a down-to-earth goal?"

When An Xiaojing heard what Yan Wen said, he suddenly remembered that he had read a gossip about him on the Internet, which was exaggerated to the extreme, and even said that he was a super rich second generation, and his family property was calculated according to the mine. Kind of, filming is just out of interest and so on.

"You can just look it up on the Internet. It's not true. My family is not that rich. It's middle class at most. My parents are both civil servants."

"The family of civil servants is also very good. My parents are both part-time workers, so I thought about becoming famous and rich so that they would not have to work so hard."

"Very good. Your parents must be very pleased to have such a filial son like you."

The driver sitting in front of the car heard that An Xiaojing and Yan Wen were chatting so happily, and he was flustered again. After all, he connected to Yan Wujing's call from the very beginning, and he didn't hang up the whole time. The content of the conversation was already heard by Yan Wujing.

The driver parked the car, looked back at An Xiaojing and Yan Wen, and said, "Mr. An, we're here."

An Xiaojing told Yan Wen when he got off the car: "Rest early, and be careful when you go back."

Standing outside the door, Yan Wen bent slightly, and waved to An Xiaojing, "Goodbye, Brother An, you should go to bed earlier."

When the driver turned the road to the villa, An Xiaojing's cell phone rang, and it was Yan Wujing calling.

"Hello, Wujing."

"Smelly treasure, I just opened my wish book when I was a child, and I saw a very naive wish I had when I was a child."

An Xiaojing held his mobile phone and rested his hand on the car window, looking at the passing street scene with contented eyes.

He asked in a lazy voice, "What wish? Is it the wish to be an astronaut when I grow up?"

"No, my wish is very simple, that is, someone can wear the clothes I design every day."

"You can also design clothes?"

"Well, a little bit." Yan Wujing on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and then asked softly: "Choubao, can you satisfy my wish? Wear the clothes I designed every day and show me. , I'm afraid you'll be tired, and I'll be satisfied if I wear my designs once in a while."

"Of course this little wish can satisfy you. I also really want to try on the clothes you designed. I've known you for so long, but I didn't even know you could design. What other surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

"Not so much, I'm stupid, are you back now? Then I'll wait for you at home."

An Xiaojing returned home full of expectations, thinking that Yan Wujing would give him particularly fashionable men's clothing.

but!

He didn't expect that what Yan Wujing brought out was women's clothing? !

An Xiaojing looked at the cheongsam in front of him, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"Is this the clothes you designed?"

Yan Wujing nodded sincerely, "This is the cheongsam I designed, and it can't be called a cheongsam, it's just an improvement on the original basis of the cheongsam."

An Xiaojing looked at the cheongsam in front of him, no, it should be something like a cheongsam.

Grid cutout?

The skirt is too short!

Can the neckline be any lower?

"Did you really design this? Wasn't it just some random clothes you bought online?"

"It was indeed designed by me, and I have the drawings."

After all, Yan Wujing really brought the design draft.

An Xiaojing looked at the draft in front of him, no, it's not so much a draft as a painting!