Falling back to gl

Gentle tone, words that cannot be refused.

Nanjia's attitude was ordinary and plain, but he had no intention of discussing it. He pointed out the topic in a few sentences, and went straight to the point without any ambiguity.

Undressing means literally, there is no other meaning, what to do is straightforward: measure Ji Cen'an's size and record the value.

Although private models are labeled with the word "private", they are essentially for the same purpose. It's just that ordinary models belong to regular companies, which is very different from Ji Cen'an, a layman who is halfway into the battle.

The former does not need to be taught, and can directly play and cooperate, while the latter lacks experience and needs a certain amount of guidance.

Nanjia was not interested in training Ji Cen'an himself, it was too much effort, and it was useless, after all, he didn't want to bring Ji Cen'an into the industry, and he didn't want to take a professional path.

Just open your mouth to command, choose the easiest way to get started.

On the table next to it was a pure gray cardboard box, inside which were stacked black vest boxers, the fabric of which was soft and close-fitting, thinner than a T-shirt.

It was prepared for Ji Cen'an, and it was delivered yesterday.

There is no need for Nanjia to speak too directly, just click to the end, what to do next, Ji Cen'an can understand.

When Ji Cen'an came in, he found the box, noticed it, and knew who it was for.She was not timid and coy, and after hearing the words, she looked towards the direction of the scenery for a while, and then generously took off the burden on her body, and put on a more flexible one.

Taking advantage of this, Nanga stretched his arms again, moved his white fingers, and picked up a rubber band at will.

Don't turn your eyes to look at the table, put away your peripheral vision together, don't peep at the scene in front of you, calm and careless, behave very self-sufficient.

Ji Cen'an's movements were swift, and he got it done. He changed his body again and stacked all the clothes he took off on the corner of the table.

It was time to get closer, Nanjia took half a step forward, pressed her left shoulder, and said calmly, "Okay, don't move, just stand like this."

Ji Cen'an stopped, relaxed his body and looked straight ahead, following the opponent's progress.

Thinking that the test was about to start, I recalled how Nanjia treated other models in the past, and how those models did, and repeated the process according to the memory.

But Nanjia thought differently, she only felt that her hair loose on her back was in the way, so she had to tie it up.Nanjia was at the back, keeping a distance from her. At the same time, she raised her hand to touch the sides of her head. Her thin and beautiful fingers hooked the hair and smoothed it back, and put the black hair on her chest and softly against her neck. Put the hair into the palm and grab it into a bunch, then roll it into a ball, and help her tie it in a slightly messy way.

The move was unexpected and slightly abrupt.

In view of the earlier turmoil, their relationship has not yet eased. Sensing what Nanjia was doing, Ji Cen'an was startled, and when Nanjia's fingers touched the side of her neck, his back tightened sensitively.

Maybe it's because he didn't like this, but the first time he was treated like this, the reaction was unavoidably a bit big, Ji Cen'an couldn't see it, but the body's response was quite honest, and the two shoulder blades immediately bulged.

The tight vest couldn't cover it, and it was completely exposed.

Nanjia saw it, turned his eyes slightly, looked at the thin waist, kept silent about this scene, moved his eyes upwards, stared at Ji Cen'an's neck for a while, and regained his concentration.

"Be natural, hang your arms down, don't shrug your shoulders." Nanjia reminded.

Ji Cen'an immediately relaxed and kept his balance.

"Measure the shoulder width now?"

Nanga said, "Yes."

Generally, the height and weight are measured first, but there are no special regulations, just follow the habit, and there is no fixed order.Tonight, the shoulder width, arms and legs are measured first, the measurements and height and weight are measured later, and the upper and lower body difference is the last step.

Nanjia took his time, explained the steps, and wrote it down after finishing one test.

After glancing at the recorded paper, Ji Cen'an asked, "What type are you doing this time?"

Nanjia put it succinctly: "skirts."

"Only one?" Ji Cen'an said.

Nanjia replied: "Not so much time."

"Will it be exhibited?"

"Do not."

"Have you designed it as a collection?"

"No."

Ji Cen'an asked the bottom line: "What is that?"

Nanjia said bluntly: "It's nothing, just practice your hands casually."

Ji Cen'an was taken aback for another moment, his lips twitched, and he suddenly remembered something, and asked in a low voice: "Is the brocade still open?"

Yunjin, the name of Nanjia's personal design studio, was established 13 years ago, and it has been around for quite a while. It was established by Nanjia when she was a freshman in Z University, and it is considered the most important part of her previous career.

Before Ji Cen'an left, Yunjin still had a certain reputation after so many years of trials and hardships. It was far from being internationally renowned, but it was still good and passable in China.

It’s just that at that time, Nanjia was too pursuing unique style and design, and his plans for this industry were too idealistic. He was unwilling to make money from design, and always relied on conceptual content, completely ignoring the market. They are all alone.

It's been a long time since I heard about Yunjin, and I haven't paid attention to it since I came back. Ji Cen'an only remembered this now.

Suddenly asked such endless words, Nanjia paused, but quickly put away his emotions, and said calmly: "We are opening, and we have hired a few teachers who are stationed in the store, and occasionally recruit new people, but the main thing is It’s not my business, it’s their business.”

Ji Cen'an tilted his head: "Partner?"

"No, there is no partnership." Nanjia said, not minding telling her.

Ji Cen'an: "You are still in charge."

Nanjia said: "I usually only take care of the daily expenses and collect money there."

From the boss who was the main designer, he became an investor who specializes in trading for a living. The name has not changed, but the nature is different. The investor is in charge of management, and he has long since stopped doing that business.

The conversation couldn't go on here, it was dry and rigid, and the two of them didn't really want to talk about it.

Ji Cen'an responded.

Nanjia said indifferently: "Raise your hand."

Ji Cen'an raised his hand, Ren Nanjia leaned forward, hugged her with both arms, passed the soft ruler in front of her chest, and then closed it.

During the measurements, they all talked less, and when they touched something they shouldn't touch, they both retracted a little.

Nanjia is very professional, he does what he can do, but he never gets close to Ji Cen'an. His fingers are very flexible, and he uses tools and soft leather to separate himself from the people in front of him.

Ji Cen'an straightened his body, and for a moment, he leaned back unintentionally.

His feet didn't move, he just leaned back a little.

The distance in the middle was too short, and with just one click, he fell into the opponent's arms.

Just like the last time she helped Nanjia change clothes, this time it was reversed and the angle was exchanged.

But after all, Nanjia and Ji Cen'an are not the same kind of people, and the responses they give must be different.There was no fluctuation on Nanjia's face, and he felt the strange existence in his arms, but he didn't feel it, and took half a step back in a blink of an eye, not to be taken away.

"Where did you go last night?" Nanga Shul asked, and after a lot of lengthy talk, he turned to the main point.

Sensing the other party's intentional estrangement, Ji Cen'an was not disappointed, and said: "Here during the day, I go to work at school in the afternoon, and I work at night."

Open your mouth and explain one by one, and answer as you do.I have been mentally prepared, I have already made up my mind, and I know how to deal with other people's problems.

Believe that she is not lying, Nanjia does not doubt the truth of this statement, but it can be heard that this person deliberately made two detours and skipped the important part.

She didn't admit it, and Nanjia didn't force her. After taking down the value again, she glanced at her right hand with drooping eyes, and then tried to figure out the scar on the back of the man's waist.

The vest is an open-waist style, reaching only to the ribs.The ugly scar on Ji Cen'an's waist was particularly eye-catching under the soft white light, and small protruding lines formed in the healed area, the surface was uneven, scary and ugly.

During the days of sharing the same bed, as well as that time in the clubhouse earlier, Nanjia had seen and touched the scar several times, but never had he looked at it so carefully now.

The uneven whiteness of the scar lines indicates the severity of the wound. It seems that the new flesh stuck on it is always protruding and cannot blend with this tall body.

On the back of Ji Cen'an's right hand, near the wrist bone, there was a bruise the size of a fingernail.It was obviously knocking and bumping, and it seemed to hit something too hard.

Because he didn't feel the pain, Ji Cen'an didn't care much, but Nanjia saw it early and found something was wrong.

"After get off work, what time did you come here?" Nanjia whispered in a slow tone.

Ji Cen'an said truthfully: "It's relatively late, it should be past midnight."

I know I can't hide it, so I'm too lazy to make up excuses and talk nonsense.

Nanga asked, "And then?"

Ji Cen'an said: "I don't want to take a car, so I went out for a couple of laps."

"Where did you go?"

"Many places, I can't remember."

Nanjia said directly: "Can't remember or don't want to say?"

Ji Cen'an looked at the curtain not far away, and saw that a window on the west side was open. A gust of wind rushed in, and the thick curtain rolled up.She stood still quietly, announced a few irrelevant place names, and replied softly: "Xihe Avenue, Mingxi Road, Langqiaofang...and Nine Streets."

It's all the only way from Z University to here, and I did go through it at night.

His mouth was stiff, knowing what Nanjia wanted to ask, but he just refused to admit it.

Touching her scar, Nanga stroked it along the direction from top to bottom.

Feeling the coolness on his skin, Ji Cen'an subconsciously tilted his head, but he didn't turn around, so he couldn't see Nanjia's expression at the moment.

"Pei Shaoyang made an appointment with Mr. Zhang of Liuhe Group the afternoon before yesterday, and wanted to help him deal with some high-level executives in Xisheng. He originally planned to fly to City C the next morning, but he changed his plan temporarily and didn't go." Nanga spoke eloquently, saying some seemingly unrelated things.

Ji Cen'an said: "I don't know about those, I haven't seen him for a long time."

After staring at the part behind her ears for two seconds, Nanjia turned to look at her side face, taking every subtle change in her face into his eyes.

Nanjia's red lips opened and closed: "Pei Shaoyang went to the hospital, because something happened there, so he had to go there."

His waist was itchy, and Ji Cen'an's thick long eyelashes trembled.

"What happened?"

Nanjia swam forward another inch, moved to the side, touched Ji Cen'an's right palm as if nothing, and touched it.

"He seemed to have received something, so he rushed to Guo Jinyun to deal with something."

Uncontrollable, Ji Cen'an's fingertips twitched slightly, and he grabbed Nanjia's fingers as soon as he was excited, and grabbed it hard, not letting him try again.

With her holding her hand and not letting go, Nanjia's eyebrows and eyes remained the same, but the words in his mouth changed, and he said slowly: "In the future, without permission from here, don't make up your own mind..."