Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

Wang Jiarong is rushing to customize his own panda costume.

Relying on the memory he kept reviewing, he and the tailor restored the panda costume at the desk: "Yes, this is to make a hat, the palm of the hand must be quite flexible, and the other side of the ten fingers can be exposed, yes , like this. Well, the abdomen is a little looser, with padding and lightweight materials. The ventilation must be good. Ah, by the way, leave a place on the wrist bone, understand?"

The tailor was an old tailor, and while he was listening, he was drawing a draft on paper.He listened, and he felt strangely familiar: "Mr. Wang, do you know Zhou Qin?"

Wang Jiarong was taken aback for a moment: "...Zhou Qin?"

The old tailor lifted his glasses and smiled so that his face wrinkled: "Yes, Zhou Qin made this panda costume before, I remember it very clearly."

"Marry Chai..."

Before Wang Jiarong finished speaking, the old tailor nodded and interrupted him: "Yes, yes, she is married to that Chinese. She is still abroad now. I know Zhou Qin and her master. The design of this panda costume , Her master showed it to me. I want to make one for my little grandson, and the drawings I asked for are still in my drawer. I have seen her handle this finger so far.”

The part where the panda holds the fingers is very special. The ten fingers are contained in the imitation fluffy sleeve. In addition, there is a small piece on the side of the wrist bone, with a small hole faintly.

The old tailor drew something like this: "Is that so? She made it for her baby, saying it was a small pocket to hold a very precious knife of that child. I remember making two pieces. One for each of the two children. , it happened to be our birthday abroad together.”

"Did two? We were abroad together at the time?" Wang Jiarong was stunned.

The old tailor: "Yeah. They are all big stars now. It's the "Superman Concentration Camp", you know?"

Wang Jiarong was about to get out of his body, he waved his hand: "Of course I know. Do as Zhou Qin said first, I want to stay calm."

The old tailor didn't know that Qinhan Media, where Mr. Wang Jiarong worked, was the company of the Chai brothers.

He just thought that there was something wrong that he didn't know about, so he didn't care, nodded and took over the job: "Oh good."

This unscientific.

Wang Jiarong walked out of the old tailor's studio and leaned against the door.

He longed for a cigarette.

…………

Just when Wang Jiarong was frantically wondering whether he had made a mistake, Chai Ziming was fantasizing about when he could solve the task of escaping the annual meeting.

The official invitation has been issued, and Chai Ziming can only choose to participate or not to participate.

How can I not participate?

Malingering.

work conflict.

tourism.

The latter two are not sudden enough. Only pretending to be sick is the easiest way to ask for leave, and it is also the most sudden.

How to pretend to be sick?Chai Ziming fell into deep thought.

Don't let Chai Zicong think that he is seriously ill, otherwise he will definitely be with him.After a little longer like this, he will be exposed to pretending to be sick.

You can't burst out too deliberately, for the same reason as above.

Cold and fever... low fever is a good idea.

The escape party is really a technical job.

He sat on the chair, bitter and bitter: "Why do I have to make clothes no matter whether I escape or not?"

"Why escape?" Chai Zicong asked with raised eyebrows when he heard this as soon as he entered Chai Ziming's studio.

Chai Ziming looked at his brother with a face of knowing nothing, "ah, what did you say?"

Chai Zicong knows his younger brother very well, he smiled and said: "If you can't make clothes and go with me at the annual meeting, I think I will be very happy to communicate with my parents about next year's itinerary."

Since parents really want to bring Chai Ziming with them.

... Chai Ziming immediately stood up and said solemnly: "Brother, don't worry, I must maintain a good attitude and live up to the trust of the company and organization in me. From now on, I will focus on making design drafts. Just say what you want to wear, don't panic, I can do it all."

Chai Zicong continued to smile: "You can do whatever you want. Don't worry, Tanwei told me just now that his clothes have already been thought out and started to be made. You only need to worry about our clothes."

Chai Ziming, who was threatened by his brother just now and has not come back, asked seriously: "Boldly ask, what does he want to wear?"

Chai Zicong was silent for two seconds, and replied, "Peter Pan, Director Qin plays the pirate Hook."

Chai Ziming: "...does he want to wear a cuckold?"

Chai Zicong: "...Maybe?"

Chai Ziming: "...It's not as good as the little wild flowers on the roadside."

The two fell into a bewildered silence.

Chai Zicong finally shrugged and backed out.

"..." Chai Ziming thought for a while, but didn't want to understand why his brother came in.

He sat back in his chair, turned around, took a selfie with the table, and then buried his head and started posting on Weibo: From today on, everyone can see a different me [selfie[different fireworks.jpg]

-Wei Lanjun-: I was so naive to think that one day I would finally be able to see a pure selfie[/manual goodbye

Chai Brother Chai Brother: Same emoticon package, same Xiao Ming [Doge said it is different?

Chai Ziming flipped through two Weibo comments and decided to close Weibo and become a pure designer.Hehe, this group of guys must wait for his results to be released before they can believe it.

Some people talk about giving up, but they will not let go of the years of attachment in their hearts.

Chai Ziming was obsessed with design and production and couldn't extricate himself.

Chai Zicong, who couldn't eat on time for a week and had to order takeaway, finally couldn't take it anymore and called Ying Qiuqiu.

Ying Qiuqiu also participated in the "Superman" program and got acquainted with the twins and Xiang Tan. She is also the only female regular guest in the program group. She has transformed from a world taekwondo champion into the entertainment industry. With her small appearance and often shy daily life, The contrast with the violence of domineering attacks whenever something happens, is deeply loved by the masses.

She now owns a steak shop.

Opening a steak shop = I probably know how to cook food = come and save my brother who is about to be abandoned.

When Ying Qiuqiu arrived at the twins' house, he rang the doorbell and was startled when he saw the decadent Chai Zicong.

Chai Zicong's face collapsed, with nothing to love, half leaning on the door: "Come and save me——"

Ying Qiuqiu hurried forward to help him, panicked: "What's wrong?"

Chai Zicong was speechless.

When Ying Qiuqiu entered the room and saw a pile of takeaway boxes piled up in the corner, he asked after he knew it, "I remember Xiao Ming can cook, but he had a cold war with you? What did you do?"

Chai Zicong: "...Why must I do something?"

Ying Qiuqiu blushed slightly: "Hug, I'm sorry."

Today's apology is particularly useful, Chai Zicong said with a shy face, "Qiuqiu, I want to discuss something with you."

Ying Qiuqiu asked naively: "What is it?"

Chai Zicong was very earnest: "Can you cook for the two bachelors in our house for a while before the annual meeting, and let the chef in your restaurant cook the daily dishes, and we will pay for it."

Ying Qiuqiu quickly waved his hand: "It's not short of the money, but the chefs are all good at cooking steaks, why don't I cook the daily dishes, I can cook the nutritious meals I ate in the team before."

Chai Zicong's eyes lit up: "Okay, it's settled like this." After finishing speaking, he walked in and greeted, "Come in, come in, I will show you the kitchen."

Ying Qiuqiu: "..."

The poor and simple Ying Qiuqiu was kidnapped and sold by Chai Zicong like this, oh no, it was used as a meal ticket.

Tied his slightly long hair into a small tail, Chai Ziming finally crawled out from the pile of fabrics, annoyed by his growling stomach.

Probably because I haven't made clothes for a long time, the accumulated inspiration burst out like sparks when touched, but when it came time to make clothes, I was too raw.He walked upstairs from the studio and smelled a fragrance.

He walked to the table following the scent, and was stunned to see the rich daily dishes: "Brother, you can actually cook?"

Ying Qiuqiu brought out the last dish from the kitchen: "I made it."

Chai Ziming respectfully said, "Hello sister-in-law, she is really good at craftsmanship."

As soon as Ying Qiuqiu put the dishes on the table, his face was already blushing, and he kicked Chai Ziming: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Ah—" Chai Ziming fell to the ground and remained motionless, "I'm dead, I need to burn paper."

Ying Qiuqiu: "..."

Chai Ziming's stomach: "Gee——"

Chai Zicong: "...don't eat."

Chai Ziming immediately jumped up, returned to the dining table, clapped his hands together and said, "I'm starting." Then he entered the eating state.

Before the other two people picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat, Chai Ziming had already solved the problem of eating, waved goodbye to them, and wanted to go into the basement again.

"Didn't that rose come again recently?" Chai Zicong suddenly thought of this question.

Chai Ziming had already reached the stairs. Hearing this, he turned his head and thought for a while: "I don't think so. I'm obsessed with making, and I can't extricate myself. Don't bother—"

Before he finished speaking, the familiar intercom phone rang again.

Chai Ziming turned to the phone stiffly: "It can't be mine, can it?"

Chai Zicong was not very happy because he couldn't eat well. He looked at Chai Ziming calmly.

Chai Ziming had no choice but to turn back and reluctantly answered the phone: "Hello?"

Familiar words, familiar things: "Hello, Rose of R's family, I have..."

Chai Ziming had a headache: "Take it back and tell her not to give it away."

The delivery person asked humorously: "Excuse me, is this going to be sent back to the original owner?"

Chai Ziming: "Yes."

Delivery staff: "Then you need to verify your identity and register your name. Roses from the r family can only be given to one person in a lifetime."

Chai Ziming: "..."

The delivery staff made up the knife: "I think that gentleman will be very happy to receive this gift in return."

Chai Ziming: "??? Sir???"

Delivery person: "..." Paji hung up the phone.

Chai Ziming turned his head in surprise, and said to Chai Zicong: "The person who gave the flowers revealed his gender, he is a man."

Chai Zicong: "...you seem surprised that he is a man?"

Chai Ziming: "..."