The boy you like is you

After Liang Sitong's turmoil on Weibo, as expected, the combination of Ying Yu and NinePercent occupied the hot topic on Weibo that day.

Ying Yu's Weibo comments began to gather fans from all walks of life again, and the entire comment area was arguing with each other, and there was no peace.

The mobile phone was thrown on the table casually, and the girl stood in front of the sink and skillfully washed the bowl after she finished eating. After cleaning it, she conveniently put it into the cupboard.

Seeing Jiajia following behind her like a little tail, Ying Yu raised her brows and looked at her suspiciously: "What are you following me for?"

Jiajia blinked her eyes, with an innocent and expectant look on her face: "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Ying Yu paused as she walked out, narrowed her eyes slightly and stared fixedly at Jiajia who had an excited face at the moment: "Do you know what I want to do now?"

At this moment, Jia Jia suddenly took a step back, like a small animal that smelled danger, adhering to the nature of staying away from threats, shrunk her shoulders and looked at Ying Yu with a little guilt: "Emm...no...don't you like it?"

Ying Yu glanced at Jiajia indifferently, took her mobile phone and walked towards the study, and replied to Jiajia's words in distaste as she walked: "When I was in the Nanjing store, I wanted to pry you open when I came back. Take a look at what's inside your brain."

Sure enough, the girl's words successfully frightened Jiajia who had degenerated into a small animal

Jiajia's feet seemed to be nailed in place, so heavy that she couldn't take a step. She could only stand and watch Ying Yu gradually disappear behind the closed door of the study.

After she pursed her mouth and nestled into the sofa, Jiajia belatedly realized that she didn't get the answer she expected.

Ying Yu, who retreated into the study, just turned on the computer and called up the arrangement software, when she slid her seat to the front of the mixer with force.Bending down to turn on the power switch on the ground, Ying Yu just brought the score in front of her and was about to start composing.

The mobile phone placed aside suddenly rang the ringtone that comes with the software

Ying Yu turned her head and glanced at the pop-up video message. The nickname of the exclusive boy made her smile and she rolled her eyes. She quickly tapped the green button, and the boy's face appeared on the phone screen.

Putting the mobile phone on the music stand aside, Ying Yu skillfully adjusted the mixer in his hand while turning his head to look at Cai Xukun in the video: "Are you at the airport?"

"Well, the plane will arrive in Beijing later." The young man's voice was transmitted through the video, and seeing his tired face, he still managed to smile at her.

Ying Yu bit her lower lip lightly, unable to stop the pain in her heart: "Then you will sleep on the plane for a while? What time will you arrive in Beijing? Shall I pick you up?"

Faced with a lot of questions from Ying Yu, Cai Xukun was successfully amused, and looked at the concerned and anxious face of the girl in the video with a broken smile, and said softly and pamperingly: "It's okay, don't come. There are so many people at the airport, you wait for me at home."

"Okay." Ying Yu's shoulders slumped when she was rejected, and she looked at Cai Xukun in the video aggrievedly, and nodded in compromise.

The two chatted for a while, and didn't hang up the video until Cai Xukun heard the airport's unique boarding announcement broadcast.

The two had agreed a long time ago that they would combine the songs they wrote for their birthday concert during the group's return to Beijing for a week of recuperation, and strive to complete the song in a short period of time.

Ying Yu thought about it, Cai Xukun came to stay for four or five days and had to clean up the guest room for him, so he simply ignored what he was going to do, stood up and went out.

As soon as I walked out of the living room, I saw Jiajia nestled on the sofa and swiping her mobile phone. She didn't know what she was seeing, so she giggled silly to herself.

Ying Yu slightly raised his brows in confusion: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Jiajia raised her eyes and looked at Ying Yu as if she was looking at a fool, but then she remembered the girl's oblivious temper and sighed helplessly, her eyes that hated iron and steel fell on Ying Yu: " You made an appointment with Miss Wan to pick up the clothes at ten o'clock this morning."

"But Kunkun arrives in Beijing at ten o'clock." Ying Yu was startled, raised his wrist to look at the time and looked at Jiajia with a mournful face: "Can we go there earlier?"

"Sister Wan, you understand your temper better than I do. Have you forgotten how long it took you to sit there early last time?" Jia Jia mercilessly punctured Ying Yu's fantasy, and the girl's mind was filled with the picture of Sister Wan's disapproval. With an indifferent Yujie's face, she unconsciously shuddered and completely dispelled the last little thought left in her heart.

Jiajia glanced at the time, sat up straight and propped her chin on one hand, and looked at Ying Yu who was dazed on the spot: "It's [-]:[-], if you want to arrive on time, you have to go in and change now. "

The girl scratched her fluffy short hair, turned around and walked to the cloakroom

Looking at the dejected figure, Jia Jia suddenly remembered that it seemed that it had been a long time since Ying Yu told the hairdresser that she needed to get her hair trimmed. She used to get her hair trimmed once every 20 days, but this time it was as long as her shoulders. "Yiyi, should you cut your hair?"

"I won't cut it anymore, Kunkun said that she wants to see my long hair."

Ying Yu, who was standing in front of the closet and thinking about what to wear, heard Jiajia's question, and answered her in a slightly louder voice.Thin and slender fingers slid over the clothes hanging in the closet, and finally stopped on a light gray long sandy shirt, with a silky white suspenders as the inner layer, and a pair of light blue denim shorts on the lower body .

Jiajia stood by the door and looked at Ying Yu who was changing her clothes and was sitting on a small pier changing shoes. She still felt envious of Ying Yu's long straight legs, even after staying by Ying Yu's side for so long: "You Didn't Kun strictly forbid your shorts?"

The girl tying her shoelaces paused, and glared at Jiajia who was carrying whichever pot she couldn't open: "You have to pay the price of being deducted from your wages for your skinny."

Jiajia: "...you have learned badly"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ying Yu compiled the apartment's specific address, floor, house number, and password to open the door into a message and sent it to Cai Xukun. After thinking about it, he explained clearly why he couldn't wait for his arrival at home.

Seeing that the car was heading towards the suburbs of Beijing, the destination they were going to was a fashion designer's studio in the suburbs of Beijing. Such a gentle and virtuous name, but she herself is withdrawn, domineering and indifferent.

However, none of this prevents her from being a well-known fashion designer at home and abroad, and she is really soft on winning awards.

But all these designers and artists will have their own eccentricities, and Yuan Wan is the same

She seldom accepts custom-made work, and once she accepts it, it is a long-term cooperation, and she must go to the studio to pass her visual inspection and confirm that the client's figure can support her clothing before officially signing the contract.

And every time the customer comes to pick up the clothes, he will observe whether the customer's figure has increased or decreased, or modify the corresponding clothing style according to the customer's changed shape.

Ying Yu met Yuan Wan by chance

To be precise, she first got to know Yuan Wan's assistant Ye Anqin before getting in touch with Yuan Wan herself.

This designer, who is highly criticized by the outside world, rarely has a smiling face on Ying Yu's face, not only because of Ye Anqin, but also because Ying Yu really has her eyes.

The car stopped steadily in front of a house with a light gray exterior wall. This minimalist modern courtyard house in front of me is Yuan Wan's studio and also her residence.

Ying Yu walked into the house with ease, and saw Yuan Wan sitting there reading a magazine in the living room, her steps stopped consciously, and she stood obediently and greeted Yuan Wan: "Sister Wan, I'm coming~"

Yuan Wan looked up at her, then pointed to the ready-to-wear storage room on the side with her left hand.

The girl who got the reminder seemed to have received a pardon, and ran towards the direction Yuan Wan pointed at in small steps. When she opened the curtain, she saw Ye Anqin packing the finished clothes inside.

Seeing her come in, the squatting Ye Anqin immediately laughed, and pointed to the clothes hanging on the hanger on the right: "There are all your performance clothes over there, and the regular clothes for the next two seasons have been boxed for you." gone."

Ying Yu nodded, walked slowly over to carefully look at the brand new costumes, and turned to look at Ye Anqin as if thinking of something: "Sister Wan is not in a good mood today?"

Hearing this, Ye Anqin looked at Yuan Wan sitting outside through the curtain, lowered her voice and explained softly to Ying Yu: "A male client before the teacher suddenly asked the teacher to help him with a couple performance. Clothes, ready-made clothes will be around NO.20 in July.”

Ye Anqin's words made Ying Yu raise his brows slightly, and before he could ask, Ye Anqin said again: "You also know the teacher's rules, that boy's girlfriend has never been here, but the teacher is not angry and still accepts." this list.

It's just that the design drawings of girls' clothing have not been released, so the teacher has been a little annoyed recently.But last night, the teacher sent my design drawing to that client, so I'm waiting for news. "

Ying Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he turned around and looked at Ye Anqin firmly: "Has the design drawing out the finished garment? Your character must be that you will only give the design drawing when the finished garment is produced. Hurry up, I want to see it." ready-to-wear."

Ye Anqin, who was squatting, looked at Ying Yu's bright eyes, stood up with a broken smile, walked to the side and opened the wardrobe door.

The jumpsuit is white as the base color, several light colors are randomly rendered on the clothes, and the effect is as if the ink color is smudged on the rice paper.

The waist position is a row of simple cheongsam buttons, which can perfectly set off the waistline.The upper body is a slightly tight suspender collar, and the lower body is the exact opposite of wide trouser legs.

The yarn-woven material sets off the aura of the whole dress

Ying Yu looked at the randomly sketched patterns on the clothes, and at a glance she was sure that this was her favorite style. The girl turned her head to look at Ye Anqin who was standing next to the closet. Her eyes were like bright stars in the dark night. Full of expectations: "If that customer doesn't know the goods, can you give me this clothes?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Yuan Wan's indifferent voice from the door curtain before she could wait for Ye Anqin's answer: "You have no chance."

Ying Yu heard the sound and saw Yuan Wan, who was usually serious and indifferent, looked a little gentle at the moment, and the eyes that fell on Ye Anqin were even more unusually gratified and joyful, and there was a slight smile in her tone: " For An Quin's first finished garment, I met someone who knew the goods."

As if deliberately annoyed at Ying Yu, Yuan Wan took a meaningful look at Ying Yu before turning around and walking out.

Ying Yu pursed her mouth and looked at Ye Anqin very aggrieved. She looked like a deflated ball, her energy was taken away in an instant, and her bright eyes instantly lost their brilliance: " I really like that one."

Ye Anqin stepped forward and pinched the tip of the girl's nose, "It's all right, I'll let you choose all my works from now on."

After receiving Ye Anqin's promise, Ying Yu smiled again

After confirming the costumes, Ying Yu signed the form Ye Anqin handed over

The staff in the studio moved her three boxes of regular clothes to the car. According to the usual practice, the performance clothes will be sent directly to Ying Yu's studio after being confirmed, and special staff will take care of them.

Yuan Wan suddenly appeared and stood beside Ying Yu, looking at her shoulder-length hair thoughtfully: "Isn't it troublesome to have long hair?"

The girl was taken aback by Yuan Wan's sudden appearance. After digesting Yuan Wan's words, Ying Yu raised her eyebrows in a provocative manner: "Change to a new look."

Yuan Wan looked away blankly, completely ignoring the girl's provocation: "Why are you getting more and more childish when you are in a relationship?" Seeing the staff carrying the last box of clothes onto the car, Yuan Wan turned around and looked at Ying Yu calmly: "You You can go."

Ying Yu, who was left in place, blinked her innocent eyes: "???"