Chapter 74

After the cheongsam show, the orders for cheongsam suddenly surged, and this time there were not only domestic orders, but also many foreign orders.

Originally, this cheongsam show was not going to have much impact abroad. After all, it is very difficult to promote Chinese culture abroad now. In addition, in the eyes of people in other countries, China now seems to be backward, not to mention having any fashion taste.

But after returning, Lao Foye talked about this cheongsam exhibition in an interview with a famous magazine and praised Song Shu's cheongsam show highly.

Although the magazine interview later only mentioned a few sentences about this conversation, at that time Lao Foye just happened to show his talent in CC and won people's admiration, so this interview also caused some splashes.

In addition to the several invitations that Chen Zonghao had brought before, many wealthy foreign wives who came with their husbands to watch the show took a fancy to some of the cheongsams and wore cheongsams designed by Song Shu to attend banquets when they returned home.

The style was different from other banquet dresses in the past, and the different feminine beauty displayed after wearing it made other foreign noble ladies unable to resist inquiring and placing orders.

Therefore, cheongsam gradually became popular among foreign upper-class societies.

As the number of orders continued to increase, Song Shu divided the production of cheongsam into two production lines, one for high-end handmade production and the other for machine production.

For several days, everyone in the studio was busy. Although some designers' designs were not displayed in the cheongsam show, Song Shu put their cheongsam designs into production for sale, so everyone in the studio was busy.

However, although everyone is very busy, everyone works very hard because the company provides sufficient bonuses, and seeing the new company prospering makes them feel at ease and they don't have to worry about the company going bankrupt.

Song Shu had been busy for several days before she had some free time. After get off work that night, she sat in Chen Zonghao's car. She chatted with him for a few minutes when she first got in the car, but maybe because she didn't get enough rest in the past few days, as she spoke, she felt more and more sleepy.

After a while, Chen Zonghao didn't hear any sound from the person next to him. He glanced sideways and found that she had tilted her head and fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

He withdrew his gaze somewhat helplessly, but paid more attention to driving to avoid waking people up by the bumps.

Rong Xiaohua was watching over the shop. She looked up and saw Hao carrying Sister Shu in. She was startled and thought Sister Shu was sick again. She asked quickly, "What's wrong with Sister Shu?"

The person in his arms seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably and moved a little. Chen Zonghao used a little force to hold her in his arms and said, "It's okay, she just fell asleep."

Rong Xiaohua heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Not bad." She also saw how hard Sister Shu worked these days, and she must be tired.

Chen Zonghao carried her into the house, gently placed her on the bed, bent over, and gently rubbed the dark circles under her eyes with his index finger.

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When Song Shu woke up, she stared at the ceiling in a daze for a moment. She was clearly sitting in Chen Zonghao's car before she became conscious, but how could she be lying on the bed in the blink of an eye?

Thinking that she was too tired to fall asleep in the car, Song Shu turned over and rubbed the pillow. She stood up and stretched. She felt much better after a good sleep.

When I opened the door and walked out, I saw Jiahui sitting at her small table drawing, while Chen Zonghao was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The two of them got along very well.

Jiahui was the first to notice that she had woken up. She raised her head and said softly, "Sister Shu, are you awake?"

The man also raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Awake?"

Song Shu nodded somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, what time is it now? Have you had dinner?"

Jiahui looked up at her and nodded, "I ate it. I left some rice for Sister Shu."

The man also spoke up: "There's food heating up in the pot in the kitchen."

Seeing that he was about to get up and bring her the food, Song Shu waved her hand and said, "Don't bother you, I can get it myself."

Chen Zonghao did not force it, but warned, "Be careful of the burns."

"Okay." Song Shu walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. She saw potatoes, beef brisket and braised pork ribs warming on a low fire in the iron pot. Seeing these dishes, she swallowed her saliva unwillingly. She was really hungry after a nap.

Song Shu turned off the fire, carefully brought out the dishes and placed them on the dining table, then scooped a large bowl of rice and sat down to eat.

After eating a few bites, she found that the big and small were looking at her. Song Shu paused and looked at them in confusion, "What's wrong? Aren't you full yet? Do you want to have some more?"

Jiahui shook her head and said sweetly, "I just want to see Sister Shu."

Song Shu was moved to tears by the sweetness of this well-behaved little boy and nodded repeatedly, "Look, look at whatever you want."

After saying that, Song Shu turned to Chen Zonghao and looked at him in confusion. Why was this man watching her eat? It made her feel embarrassed.

Chen Zonghao caught her gaze, touched his nose, looked away, and looked back at the TV.

After finishing her meal, Song Shu cleaned up and sat next to Jia Hui, watching the little girl drawing. She found that over time, the little girl's drawing skills were getting better and better, and her paintings were very lively and had their own characteristics. Song Shu couldn't help but praise her a few times, and she didn't stop until the little girl felt embarrassed.

The TV was still playing, but Chen Zonghao's attention was no longer on it. He twirled the remote control in his hand, and glanced at the person next to him from time to time, watching her dancing and praising someone. The expression on her face was so vivid and cute that if there was a mirror here, it would be able to reflect his drowning expression.

After looking at Jiahui's painting, Song Shu stood up, turned around and met the man's gaze. The moment her eyes met his, Song Shu felt as if she was being burned.

Chen Zonghao's Adam's apple moved, and he asked, "Want to watch TV together?"

Song Shu thought of what Producer Wang had said before. It seemed that "The Song Mansion Storm" would be broadcast tonight. She nodded, followed his gaze, and walked over to sit next to him.

Seeing her sit down, Chen Zonghao handed her the remote control.

Song Shu looked at him, "Don't you want to see it?"

Chen Zonghao leaned back on the sofa and shook his head, "I can do anything. It depends on what you like."

Song Shu took over, "Then let's watch 'The Song Family', the TV series that you asked me to design the ancient costumes for before. It starts tonight..."

"good."

When Song Shu turned to the TVB channel, the TV series had just finished playing the opening theme song.

This TV series is indeed a big production. After watching it for a few minutes, you can find a huge difference from other TV series. The scenery, costumes and makeup are much more refined than other TV series.

Regardless of the content, the quality of this drama can be felt just from the visual appearance.

Song Shu watched two episodes in a row with great gusto, and only realized that both episodes were finished when the ending theme was played. After watching the first two episodes, Song Shu had a certain estimate of the broadcast effect of this drama. If the next episodes are like the first two episodes, then there is nothing to worry about this TV series.

After reading, Song Shu relaxed and leaned back unconsciously. Suddenly, she touched her arm. She looked to the side and found that she was leaning on the man's hand on the sofa. Just as she was about to sit up, the man's hand was on her shoulder, causing her to lean against him. A low voice came from above her head, "Have you finished reading?"

Song Shu leaned her head on his shoulder, bit her lip, and nodded, "Yeah, I've finished reading it."

"Oh." Chen Zonghao rolled up a few strands of her hair with his fingers and twisted them gently. In fact, he didn't really pay attention to it just now. He looked at her from time to time all night. Seeing that she was fascinated by it, he resisted the urge to disturb her. After she finished looking, he finally couldn't help but let her focus on him.

Song Shu moved in his arms to make herself more comfortable, then looked to the side and found that Jiahui had already gone to the room to sleep. She felt a little embarrassed for a moment, "Has Jiahui gone to sleep?" She hadn't noticed it at all just now.

Chen Zonghao curled his lips and said in a teasing voice, "You fell asleep. I called you Sister Shu a few times just now, but you didn't hear me."

Song Shu knew he was teasing her after hearing what he said. If Jiahui had called her, how could she not have heard it? The little guy was sleepy now and would usually go to sleep first. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but reach out and hit his chest, looking up at him, "You're lying. I don't believe you."

Chen Zonghao's smile grew even wider, and he chuckled. He reached out and held her hand, raising his eyebrows, "How did I lie to you?"

The vibration of his chest was also transmitted to Song Shu. Seeing him laughing happily, Song Shu couldn't help but look at him a few more times. She found that when this man really laughed, his eyebrows were curved and the coldness on his face melted away.

That smile could make people indulge in it. Song Shu's heart beat faster as she looked at it. She snorted in embarrassment and said, "I won't bother with you." She wanted to take her hand back and sit up straight.

But the man exerted some force to prevent her from breaking free. His thumb rubbed her wrist, and his other hand was wrapped around her waist at some point. He lowered his forehead to hers and sighed, "You ignored me all day."

There was some grievance in her words, like a child who was acting coquettishly because he couldn't get any candy. Song Shu stopped moving for a moment, thinking back to how busy she had been in the past few days and had no time to take care of him. She was so busy that she sometimes even had lunch with other people in the company. They only chatted for a few minutes on their way to and from get off work, and during these times, she was sometimes so tired that she fell asleep.

Thinking that she seemed to have neglected him, Song Shu felt a little guilty for a moment and reached out to hold his face, "Okay, it's my fault."

"Yeah." The man nodded obediently. Song Shu thought that after she said this, the man would comfort her and say that it was nothing as usual, but she didn't expect that the man just agreed directly. She was a little stuck for a moment. Why didn't this man follow the routine?

Chen Zonghao's eyes flashed with interest, and he rubbed her forehead and said slowly: "Then can I ask for compensation?"

"What compensation?" Song Shu asked reflexively. When she saw the deep meaning in the man's eyes, she immediately understood the meaning of the man's words, and her ears couldn't help but feel hot.

Chen Zonghao was just teasing her, and seeing that the dark circles under her eyes had not yet gone away, he wanted to let her go and let her rest. At this moment, a warm breath suddenly brushed against his face, and the soft touch came through his lips.

Chen Zonghao's eyes darkened, and when the person in his arms was about to leave, he put his hands behind her head, tightened his hands around her waist, and deepened the kiss.

The rhythm was controlled by him. Song Shu was like a rudderless boat on the vast and misty ocean, and could only rely on him to control it.

The commercials on TV played one after another, and the shadows on the wall moved closer and closer.

Chen Zonghao reached out and wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead. His voice was hoarse and low, "Go to bed."

Song Shu nodded in a daze, and her hand touched something. In an instant, both of them woke up. Song Shu didn't dare to look up at his expression at this time. She only heard the man sigh and said in a restrained voice: "Sleep."

"Oh." Song Shu stood up in a hurry and walked towards the room, not daring to stay here any longer. The last picture she saw was the man leaning on the sofa, his hand on his forehead, his Adam's apple rolling. At that moment, it flashed through Song Shu's mind that sometimes male beauty can also be frightening.