President of Custom

Whether it's killing people or committing crimes, Song Fengshi can't do it.

Sven people, alas.

Therefore, Song Fengshi was attracted by Jin Lanshu's frank and annoying character from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, at first I was attracted by Jin Lanshu's looks.

If Jin Lanshu didn't look like this...

It's hard to imagine.

This arrogance, on the face of an ugly man, is the luster of fat on pork, but on the face of a beautiful woman, it is the luster of pearls.

then.

"I remember that the instructor also provided you with this internship opportunity?" Jin Lanshu asked, "Why don't you go?"

"Aren't you unpaid for your internship?" Song Fengshi asked, "What's more, you may have to pay for your appearance. I won't do this."

The three words "filling the face" really hit Jin Lanshu's sore spot.

This made Jin Lanshu's answer full of aggression: "Really? But you are such a talented student, and you go to the store to be a shopping guide?"

Song Fengshi didn't seem to be able to hear the meaning in Jin Lanshu's tone, and he still replied calmly: "Yes, if it weren't for my degree and the care of my supervisor, I still wouldn't be able to find an internship opportunity with such a good environment and such a high salary. "

The shopping guides of luxury stores are not lacking in highly educated people.

Of course, it is important to look good, but it is even more important to speak well.

Song Fengshi didn't want to argue with Jin Lanshu, and he didn't want to argue that his job was quite decent. He just pointed to Song Fengshi's shirt hanging by the door and said, "Is the collar button of your custom-made shirt loose?"

Jin Lanshu's attraction was immediately captured by this incident.

He didn't have time to think about the topic just now, so he walked quickly to the shirt, looked it over carefully, and flicked the button, only to find that it was loose and almost fell off.

Jin Lanshu originally had a good family background and such a personality. Normally, if the buttons of his clothes were loose, he must have chosen to buy a new one.

It's different now, it's a shirt that cost him two months of living expenses.

Life, how many two months are there!

Song Fengshi stood beside the shirt with his hands folded, secretly suppressing a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm tone on purpose: "Young Master Jin, you don't know how to sew buttons, do you?"

Jin Lanshu stared at the button for a while, and said unwillingly, "Of course I will!"

Song Fengshi smiled and said, "Look..." Song Fengshi pointed to the 100 yuan shirt on his body: "Ordinary shirts, the buttons are sewn into a cross shape or a two-character shape..."

"Can I not know this?" Jin Lan was very dissatisfied with Song Fengshi's show off. "A major feature of custom-made shirts is that the buttons are coral-shaped. I know."

Song Fengshi nodded, smiled and said: "Then I don't worry, it seems that you really know how to sew."

Jin Lanshu still understands the theory, but it is not enough to practice it.

He himself was quite entangled, he didn't want to show timidity in front of outsiders, but he didn't want to ruin his shirt even more.

He took off the button and put it away carefully.

Normally, the buttons of a shirt are made of resin, but the buttons of this shirt are made of shells, and they are going to be lost, but I don’t know where to find the same ones.

Seeing the embarrassment on Jin Lanshu's face, which has always been rebellious and cold, Song Fengshi's heart was filled with indescribable joy.

However, Song Fengshi still didn't embarrass Jin Lanshu for too long, and said after a long while, "Otherwise, shall I sew it for you?"

Jin Lanshu shook her head habitually: "No need."

Song Fengshi also sneered: "Then you sew it yourself?"

Only then did Jin Lanshu realize that he had rejected Song Feng just now without thinking.Refusing help from others is as instinctual as it is his knee-jerk reflex.

Maybe it was because he ate a lot of meals made by Song Fengshi, and Jin Lanshu also felt that it would not be too embarrassing for Song Fengshi to continue to help him.

"Will you?" Jin Lanshu asked.

"I will." Song Feng said with a smile, "My mother is a tailor. I used to help her."

"Oh?" It was the first time Jin Lanshu heard about Song Feng talking about himself.

In fact, Jin Lanshu just never listened to what was said about him, because he didn't care.

Song Fengshi picked up the shirt, pointed to the button, and said with a smile: "This kind of button sewing method is called 'coral shape' in Italy, and 'chicken claw shape' in our place."

"Pfft." Jin Lanshu also laughed.

The atmosphere between the two has inexplicably become harmonious from the "tit for tat" just now.

Song Fengshi brought Jin Lanshu into his room.

They have been roommates for a long time, but they have never stepped into each other's door.

This is more caused by Jin Lan's attitude of rejecting others.

Jin Lanshu walked into Song Fengshi's room, and found that the size and layout of Song Fengshi's room were similar to his own, but there were some differences in subtleties, which probably came from the different living habits of the two.There are many luxury boxes in Song Fengshi's room, which surprised Jin Lanshu: "You bought so many?"

"No, I buy for people in China." Song Fengshi replied.

Jin Lan frowned unconsciously and said, "Why do you spend so much time earning small money? You can do better."

Song Fengshi sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and didn't look at Jin Lanshu, as if he was looking at the seams of his shirt seriously, and whispered: "I can't afford to go to Kuilong for an internship... What can I do? Study abroad I promised my dad that I would pay him back the money. How can I pay him back if I earn more money?"

Although Jin Lanshu claimed to be "independent", she was still a little surprised: "Your father wants you to pay back the money?"

"Well... there's no other way, he's remarried and has his own family." Song Fengshi said in a flat tone while taking out the sewing box from the drawer, "You can't bother him all the time."

When Jin Lanshu looked at Song Feng, she silently lowered her head under the bedside lamp, and she actually wanted to sit beside him.

However, Jin Lanshu felt that it was impolite to sit rashly on someone else's bed.

So, he kept standing, but bent forward, approached Song Fengshi, and saw Song Fengshi's profile under the orange bedside lamp, which was usually covered by shadows.He had known Song Feng for a long time, but it was the first time he discovered that Song Feng's eyelashes were so long, trembling under the dim light, like black feathered butterflies.

Jin Lanshu began to look at him carefully.

It was found that Song Fengshi's eyelashes looked so dark only under such a dim light.

In daylight, you will find that Song Fengshi's hair is lighter in color, his eyebrows are dark gray, and his hair will reflect an amber-like color in the sun. It is not dyed, it is all natural-this can be confirmed by looking at his eyes.Under the sunlight, Song Fengshi's eyeballs reflected a dark brown like beeswax, transparently wrapped in black pupils.

When laughing, the eyes will be bent, and the snow-white lying silkworms will bulge under the eyes.

Gradually, he realized that Song Fengshi looked good.

He also understood why Song Fengshi had more friends.

Song Fengshi is different.

Subtle differences.

Like ordinary shirts and custom-made shirts, they are the same at first glance, but when you look closely, there are many differences... Is the neckline a teardrop shape or a prototype?Viscose or linen lining?Are the cuffs loose or tight? ... It is these details that determine the final texture, whether the clothes are close-fitting, beautiful, and one-of-a-kind.

Jin Lanshu couldn't help but want to find out more about Song Fengshi.

"Why is Song Fengshi like this?" Jin Lanshu thought to himself, "He cooks for me, sews buttons for me, and cares about whether I have hot water... Ah, he must like me!"

Being crushed by someone is not uncommon for Jin Lanshu.

It can be said that he is quite used to this matter.

Generally speaking, he will flatly refuse.

However, now he feels that he can still condescend, make things difficult, and make do with it.

During dinner that day, Jin Lanshu usually picked up thin slices of beef with chopsticks, and said calmly, "Speaking of which, you like me, right?"

Song Fengshi was stunned immediately.

Jin Lanshu took it for granted, full of annoying arrogance.

Song Fengshi's heart beat wildly, his palms were sweaty, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

Jin Lanshu is going to laugh at me?

Song Fengshi thought of those suitors who humiliated Jin Lanshu, and a sharp chill rose in his chest.

He reflexively used self-protective words: "Yes, I like you quite a bit, as a friend. But why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

The words "as a friend" were as sharp as fingernails scratching glass in an instant, which made Jin Lanshu's brain ache.

"Friend?" Jin Lanshu raised her voice, as if she couldn't believe it, "Are you so kind to your friend?"

"Yes." Song Fengshi was confident, "Are you treating your friends badly?"

Jin Lanshu thought about it carefully, he was really bad to his friends, and Song Fengshi was really good to his friends.

Jin Lanshu chewed the boiled beef in his mouth, as if he had bitten a lot of peppercorns, not only his tongue, but his whole mouth was numb, and he couldn't feel anything else.

I... the proud son of heaven, Jin Lanshu... Is it true that I am passionate?

Realizing this possibility, Jin Lanshu immediately put down his chopsticks, hurried back to his bedroom, opened the drawer, and took out a box tied with a ribbon.The bottom of the box is covered with flower mud, but you can't see it when you open the box.Because these muds are covered by lush flower arrangements-he hates the combination of red roses, baby's breath, and perfume lilies.It seems that many men with poor taste will choose this very old-fashioned combination at the flower shop, and then take it to their lover.

This is really a blasphemy of love and taste.

This box of flowers is made by himself.

The thick red Austin rose is surrounded by light blue hydrangea, which is bright and elegant.

However, this suddenly became disgusting in Jin Lanshu's eyes.

He dismantled all of them, pulled out the buds of the red roses and blue hydrangea one by one, as if executed, and flushed them into the toilet brutally.

block up.

Clogged toilet.

The toilet was clogged with flowers.

At night, Jin Lanshu, the proud son of heaven, noble and glamorous, with a godlike appearance, rolled up his sleeves and punched the toilet that was blocked by flower buds.

The bathroom seems to become full of romance in an instant.

The author has something to say: the box flower looks like this