Chapter 112 Ask Gu Xing to Be Mute
In the rental house, one person was guarding a table, and two gentle and perfect silhouettes were outlined under the light.
Gu Xing finished the work assigned by Ruan Xingyue and had nothing else to do.
Move the chair behind Ruan Xingmian.
Opening her legs around the chair and people.
Ruan Xingmian is reading a professional book.
There was an online class playing in front of the computer. The teacher's voice was too hypnotic, and Ruan Xingmian easily fell asleep while listening to it. She turned on the mute function and only watched the class. She read professional books and marked the key points on the materials compiled by Gu Xing.
She was taking a professional course on clothing brand planning and marketing with a serious expression.
Her hair was still messy.
I had just crawled out of bed less than half an hour ago when I saw Gu Xing busying himself, so I sat down and started flipping through a professional book.
I just wanted to flip through a few pages, but I didn't expect to attract her attention.
In that world, by chance, she learned Zhuang brocade.
After completing his apprenticeship, he used all his savings to organize a research and development team and set up a company.
In less than half a year, more than 20,000 "New Zhuang Brocade, New National Trend" cultural and creative products in 75 categories, including clothing, bags, scarves, ties, notebooks, etc., were developed. Through the "live broadcast + e-commerce + short video" model, Zhuang Brocade cultural and creative products were promoted to the market, and a lot of money was made by relying on the traffic accumulated from shooting short videos.
There is also Zhuang brocade in this world, but no one has yet viewed it from the perspective of cultural monetization. It is only regarded as one of the four famous brocades, which is far away from people.
Ruan Xingmian always felt that what can be passed down is what conforms to the public's aesthetic taste.
People don’t own it because, firstly, the price makes it unaffordable, and secondly, the product variety does not meet psychological needs.
The matter of bamboo weaving cultural products was left to Xu Zeqing, and she only needed to keep an eye on the live broadcast.
Even though she suddenly had some free time, she couldn't just lie down because she had so many ideas she wanted to realize.
It’s not like in that world, where people just want to lie down and relax after making 10 million, and have no desire to strive at all.
It’s different now.
She has to support her family, strive for fame and fortune, and want to have assets worth hundreds of millions.
There are too many things to ask for.
My mind simply can't stop.
She told Gu Xing about her idea, "I've found an angle for the paper, do you think it's feasible?"
She was still wearing pink pajamas with a cute pattern. Under the desk lamp, her lips and teeth looked even redder and her face looked like a rosy blossom.
"Okay, I'm listening." Gu Xing responded, his eyes resting on her lips.
"I want to do a live show. I don't need models with good figures. I want to select ordinary people from the public."
In just half an hour, Ruan Xingmian had many thoughts in his mind.
Traditional fashion shows are mostly dominated by professional models, emphasizing standardized body shapes and aesthetics.
The Ordinary People Fashion Show allows people of different ages, body shapes, and occupations to walk on the catwalk, such as housewives, office workers, students, etc., to show real and diverse physical conditions, convey the concept of "fashion has no limits", and let more people feel the connection between fashion and themselves.
The clothing styles on the market are dominated by big brands.
Those designers who are supported are lazy and stupid. Their designs have no originality at all. They do not analyze the skin color and body shape of consumers in their own country. They only know how to flatter foreign designers, attend foreign fashion shows, and then copy them when they return to their country to launch new products.
Clothing fabrics are becoming less and less, and clothing sizes are becoming smaller and smaller.
It is harder than climbing to the sky for ordinary people to buy a comfortable and stylish piece of clothing.
However, the clothing industry requires huge investment, and it is not that old brands dare not invest easily. After several rounds of trials and tribulations, the right to speak on clothing styles is still in the hands of big brands.
Consumers buy the products and leave them at home unused while cursing.
Many people also start taking medicine to lose weight and try to fit their body shape into clothes.
The clothing market maintains a very delicate balance.
Ruan Xingmian is about to break this balance.
She took out her computer and started writing the copy for her livestream: "The theme of my next livestream will be the distorted designs of modern clothing."
She will definitely be scolded, but it doesn’t matter. The more she is scolded, the more people will know her, and she will be able to get the contact information of more niche brands and independent designers.
Don’t we have designers for live shows?
She typed the title, turned around and asked Gu Xing, her eyes sparkling: "What do you think of my idea?"
She turned her head and found that Gu Xing had been staring at her.
"I'll help you get sponsorship and find a venue." He reached out and tucked the scattered hair on her cheek behind her ear, his fingertips lingering as they brushed against her earlobe. "Whatever you want to do is fine."
From selling sushi from a cart to establishing Xingmian Culture Company, she can do whatever she wants.
Hearing his affirmation, Ruan Xingmian's eyes lit up instantly, as if two stars had fallen.
She stood up slightly and gave Gu Xing an excited kiss on his chin.
The beard that had been growing for a week had been shaved cleanly, and the feeling of the lips was cool and soft.
She ran after the kiss, sat back in the chair, and wanted to continue typing.
The body suddenly tilted.
Gu Xing pulled the sliding chair over with one hand, and Ruan Xingmian was forced to slide into his arms.
The moment the two faced each other, Gu Xing leaned over and pressed forward.
Her breathing became irregular the moment he came close to her, and before she could react, her lips were already wrapped in his warmth and softness.
He kissed her too quickly, and Ruan Xingmian whimpered subconsciously.
Her cold eyelashes trembled, and then he raised his hand to clasp the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, his fingertips pressing against the ends of her hair with uncontrollable strength.
Ruan Xingmian passively felt a warmth and strength that was completely different from the cold touch on his chin.
"Gu Xing, I'm hot..."
Ruan Xingmian's nose felt slightly hot, and his words of trying to stop were swallowed up.
His arms suddenly tightened, bringing her down to a sitting position on his lap. Her exclamation was captured between his lips.
One hand held the back of her neck to prevent her from moving away, and the other hand slid down along her waistline, tightly wrapping around her waist and locking her completely in his arms.
The kiss was heavier than before, with irresistible force, but when the tips of the teeth touched, he moved gently, as if afraid of crushing the candy in his arms.
Until her hands were too weak to hold on and she had to cling to his shoulders, he raised his eyes slightly, his nose touching hers. The coldness in his eyes had long been evaporated by the heat, and his low, hoarse voice rubbed the corner of her lips.
“Mianmian…”
The endless and continuous moans made Ruan Xingmian even hotter.
Forget it, she hated herself for suddenly becoming smart and understanding his hint in a second.
…
After taking a shower and changing clothes, she came out of the bedroom. Gu Xing had already washed her pajamas by hand and hung them on the balcony leisurely, letting them flutter in the wind.
Ruan Xingmian didn't dare to look at Gu Xing at all.
Last time, the light was dim and she was drowsy and couldn't see clearly. This time, it was broad daylight and there was light, so she didn't dare to open her eyes at all.
Gu Xing had already packed her big bag for going out and was holding the thick coat he had chosen for her.
She wore a bright yellow short-sleeved knitted cardigan, which was lively and eye-catching. The buttons were dark blue, and the chest was embroidered with two dark blue five-petal flowers, adding a playful and exquisite touch.
Paired with a dark blue wide-leg skirt, it has a drapey feel, hides fat and makes the legs look longer, and the overall look is relaxed and fashionable.
Gu Xing was holding a light blue denim jacket and wanted to put it on her.
Ruan Xingmian's wrist was still sore, so she put on her clothes with his help.
Just looking at him in his work clothes, I felt much less depressed.
"What are we going to eat?"
"Go to the cafeteria first, and then you can take your time choosing."
Ruan Xingmian glanced up at him and complained coquettishly, "My hand hurts."
Gu Xing bent down to button her coat, his hands on her chest, his face calm: "I'll feed you."
Ruan Xingmian grabbed his hand, her face flushed red: "Have you ever seen anyone wearing a denim jacket with buttons fastened?"
Gu Xing's hand moved from her chest, slid to her waist, lifted her up and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
"Does it still hurt there?"
He asked about breasts...
Ruan Xingmian pinched his waist and warned: "From now on, please be silent."
Gu Xing nodded in agreement and pulled her out. They would eat in the cafeteria today and then accompany Ruan Xingmian to work.
On the other side, Ruan Xingyue and her friend were eating home-cooked dishes at the entrance of A University Affiliated High School.
Lu Fuchuan cleared a few plates before commenting, "It's not as good as the one in front of No. 1 Middle School last time."
Ruan Xingyue stood up to pay the bill and motioned him to wipe his mouth and follow.
When they arrived at the parking space, Lu Fuchuan hesitated to get in the car.
Ruan Xingyue looked at the familiar hill in front of the gate of the affiliated high school, and many good and bad memories came flooding back.
It can't be stopped.
She took Yaoyao to climb that mountain, and they agreed to climb more famous mountains after the college entrance examination.
If Yao Yao were still alive, there would be one more outstanding female dancer in the world.
Why can't Yaoyao live a good life?
Ruan Xingyue's mouth was dry and her throat was sore. She knew she was craving for cigarettes.
There are no small shops around.
She looked at Lu Fuchuan: "Can I borrow a cigarette?"
She wasn't going to smoke it, just smell it.
Unexpectedly, Lu Fuchuan's expression changed immediately: "Okay, Ruan Xingyue, it's okay for you to drink, but you also smoke?"
He took two steps closer excitedly: "Are you going to die?"
Ruan Xingyue didn't expect him to be so excited, and shrugged: "I was almost quitting, but suddenly I did it again."
Lu Fuchuan looked around and said in a firm voice, "Stand here and wait for me."
He ran out and came back with a can of yogurt.
Handing it to Ruan Xingyue, he said, "Eat this and stop thinking about cigarettes. Use the same perseverance you had when you finished seven exam questions in one night and quit smoking."
If soy milk is the life of fourteen-year-old Lu Fuchuan.
Then old yogurt is the refreshing medicine for seventeen-year-old Ruan Xingyue.
They had not seen each other for six years, and the awkwardness was mixed with misunderstandings, and resentment obscured the longing, but they still remembered each other from their youth.
Ruan Xingyue waited until she slowly finished a can of yogurt before driving the car to take Lu Fuchuan back.
This time, Lu Fuchuan did not resist and sat obediently in the passenger seat.
Just as he was about to start the car, Lu Fuchuan tugged at his clothes and said, "I can't wear this to evening study."
That’s definitely not possible. If he doesn’t wear his school uniform properly, Li Xue will ask him to help the cleaning staff clean the toilet.
Ruan Xingyue got out of the car and said, "Change in the car and tell me when you're done."
Ten minutes later, Lu Fuchuan rolled down the car window and put on his school uniform.
His eyes and eyebrows suddenly became childish, and Ruan Xingyue was in a trance again at the entrance of the affiliated high school.
It would be great if nothing happened.
The car drove forward silently and stopped at the gate of No. 1 Middle School.
Ruan Xingyue found an open-air parking space and casually asked, "What did you put on my desk?"
She was thinking, after getting off the car, she would go to the mall first to buy a pair of sneakers for Lu Fuchuan and some snacks.
"You want a monitoring pen? I'll have someone prepare ten for you."
"Oh." Ruan Xingyue parked the car. "Is this gift not presentable? Do you have to give it secretly?"
She thought the brat had put something weird in there.
Ask her clearly so she can throw it directly into the trash can.
"I don't like the atmosphere of gift giving, so I like to give it secretly."
Ruan Xingyue smiled slightly. This idea was exactly the same as Mianmian's.
She turned her head and asked: "What do you want in return?"
Lu Fuchuan's gaze moved from her lips to the top of her head.
He suddenly leaned over, reached out and pinched her cherry hair tie, and took it off with very gentle movements.
As he spoke, he put it on his wrist, tightly fitting it against the red rope: "This is it."
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