Dragon and Phoenix Addicted: The President is addicted to pets

There are two easels in the studio, one of which is the happy family painted by Xiao Ai before, and the other is the unfinished painting by Jiang Yucheng looking at the family portrait.

Jiang Yucheng's painting ability is not bad, and everyone's characteristics are drawn very clearly. If it is another type of painting, it may sell for a high price on the market.

Of course, this is Jiang Yucheng's own value.

However, it's useless now, he just uses this method to vent his missing for Zuo Xinxin and Xiao Cheng Xiaoai, perhaps, this is the only way he has.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, followed by Aunt Chen's voice: "Master, the porridge is ready."

"Put it on the table."

Jiang Yucheng spoke lightly, and after finishing drawing Xiao Ai's part, he slowly got up and went to the small living room.

On the table, there was a bowl of fragrant porridge quietly.

After returning from the first special product, Jiang Yucheng suddenly felt disgusted with wine, maybe because Jiang Kenan sometimes likes to drink red wine when eating instant noodles, or maybe because of the disgusting smell of alcohol.

He would draw for a while every night, and then drink a bowl of porridge before going to sleep.

Thinking about it carefully, it was very similar to Zuo Xinxin's life before when she came home from get off work and had a meal, read a book for a while, and cut a plate of fruit for them.

After drinking the porridge, Jiang Yucheng went back to the room, skillfully turned on the smart player, and played Zuo Xinxin's favorite soothing music. Before, every time he picked her up from get off work, Zuo Xinxin's favorite songs would be played repeatedly in the car.

Accompanied by the melodious music, as if Zuo Xinxin was still by his side, Jiang Yucheng closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, on an ordinary day, he came home from get off work, and before he walked in, he heard crisp laughter from the living room.

Xiao Cheng and Xiao Ai were chasing and playing in the living room, while a strong fragrance came from the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he saw a familiar figure wearing an apron. He walked over slowly and tried to call her name, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly everything in front of him changed, two people stood in the living room, there was no one else, the atmosphere was silent and dignified.

The person in front of him was looking at him, and the eyes that were shining before were now full of disappointment. This scene was very familiar. Jiang Yucheng tried to explain why he hesitated in the first place.

But no matter what, he tried to open his mouth wide, but he still couldn't speak, or even make a sound.

The eyes of the person in front of her gradually became disappointed, indifferent, and finally there was no wave, just like the last time she looked back when she left that day.

Suddenly the picture changed, the weather was gloomy, he was standing at the door of the villa, and a figure was standing not far away, looking back at him, then turned around silently, and walked into the distance.

Before he could make a sound, Jiang Yucheng ran after him, but his legs were as heavy as lead, and the scenery on both sides retreated quickly, but his movements were extremely slow and slow. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with the figure in front of him. .

In the end, he could only watch the figure not far away disappear from sight.

"Xinxin!"

Jiang Yucheng frowned in his sleep, sat up suddenly, looked at the dark room, and didn't recover for a long time.

The music didn't know when to stop, the room was silent, Jiang Yucheng could hear the beating of his own heart, he glanced at the same dark night sky, his handsome face was complicated.

Ever since Zuo Xinxin and Xiaocheng Xiaoai left, he never dreamed about them, either he couldn't sleep all night, or he was drunk all night.

Does this dream indicate something, are they coming back, or is it just like in a dream...

completely left.

Jiang Yucheng rubbed his swollen head, and reached out to pick up the water glass on the bedside table. Half of the glass of cool water went down his throat, and a coolness passed through his body.

I can't sleep anymore.

Jiang Yucheng took the phone casually, and it was only after one o'clock in the morning.

The next moment, he rolled over and got out of bed, went straight to Zuo Xinxin's room, opened the door and entered, as if her scent still lingered in the air.

Jiang Yucheng lay on the soft bed with one hand on Xiao Ai's pillow and the other behind his head. It took an unknown amount of time before he fell into a deep sleep.

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After the finalization of the uniforms for the children’s class of Baihe Studio, Zuo Xinxin’s design concept is also gradually changing. Her previous design concepts are the characteristics of the integration of domestic and foreign countries, but they are only suitable for high-end people, just like eagles soaring in the sky. , and other than that, she didn't know how to step on the ground, and she couldn't design a style that fit the public.

She began to use her free time to observe the characteristics of the surrounding clothing stores more frequently, and transformed them into her own things, constantly revising and improving.

Then she found that her thinking began to become active and excited, as if she was exploring a familiar yet unfamiliar area, which was a wonderful feeling.

During the preparation of the second batch of design drafts, Zuo Xinxin abandoned all her previous cognition and control over high-end brands, just like starting anew step by step.

She regards Yang Tong as a model, and simply regards her as an ordinary person, not a first-line supermodel like Lu Xuan.Yang Tong's appearance is not surprising, even with makeup on, he can only be called handsome, and his figure is not standard, even with high and low shoulders, if you throw it on the street, you can find a hundred of them that are exactly the same.

Taking Yang Tong as the epitome, Zuo Xinxin tried to start with the simplest T-shirt, and then slowly and step by step to maintain a simple yet trendy style, he started to work on other clothing.

Even after finalizing the design draft, Zuo Xinxin did not send it to the garment factory in a hurry. Instead, she bought a few pieces of fabric from nearby, and made samples based on Yang Tong's figure, and let her wear them on her body. , visual effects and other aspects to give feedback.

And Yang Tong is also very good, every time the feedback and suggestions given are very accurate, Zuo Xinxin makes revisions again and again, putting comfort first, followed by clothing style.

Finally, Zuo Xinxin's second batch of design drafts was finalized. In order to ensure a change in style, Zuo Xinxin specially recruited Lin He and Ruan Tang, plus Yang Tong. These three were the designers of her second batch of clothing styles. auditor.

When she invited Ruan Tang, the girl from before also wanted to come, but was declined by Lin He. The girl looked a little sad, and looked at Zuo Xinxin inexplicably before leaving.

However, Zuo Xinxin didn't care much about these.

"Sister Xin, although I really like your first batch of styles, they are really difficult to control. The second batch may be more suitable for me." Ruan Tang took the lead in expressing his opinion after reading the design draft.

She is neither a painter nor a fashion designer, she can only be a consumer's point of view.

Ruan Tang said: "The first batch of clothes is like the ones I often watch on TV. Only female protagonists can wear them. The second batch is much better. I want to order two of them now."

"Okay, it's still the previous size, and I'll definitely keep it for you." Yang Tong can be said to never miss any sales opportunities.

Ruan Tang marked out the two pieces she liked for Yang Tong respectively, and began to ask what kind of matching would be suitable. Yang Tong has learned a lot from Zuo Xinxin recently, jumping out various professional vocabulary, which made Ruan Tang stunned for a while.

At this time, Lin He said with a smile: "This time the style has indeed changed a lot, it seems that you have absorbed all our suggestions."

Zuo Xinxin nodded slightly. In fact, he was also inspired by Lin He's paintings.

"However, at your current level, it may be difficult to change quickly." Lin He changed the subject and began to give advice, which Zuo Xinxin listened to. Indeed, she has always been engaged in mid-to-high-end brands. If I want to get in touch with here at once, I'm afraid it will take some time.

But the style of the second batch is already a big breakthrough.

After the discussion, Zuo Xinxin contacted the clothing factory to send the second batch of new clothes and studio class uniforms together, and then just wait for the goods to be received.

During the waiting period, the business of the clothing store did not fluctuate much. Fortunately, many people went shopping during the winter vacation, which kept the sales volume on a straight line and prevented zero sales.

A few days later, Zuo Xinxin received a call, saying that the studio uniforms had arrived first. After all, a template is just a different size. If there is no quality requirement, it can be made in a day.

On the day the goods arrived, Zuo Xinxin called Lin He, and the latter came over quickly. Looking at the half-person-high boxes at the door of the store, he scratched his head: "There are only a few dozen pieces, and there is no need for such a big box." Bar?"

It is a big factory, but all shipments are made in batches, and there is no small number of boxes at all.

Lin He tried it and found that the box was not very heavy, so he hugged it back like this.

Back home at night, Xiao Ai rushed back to the bedroom to change into work clothes, and then came to Zuo Xinxin: "Mommy, Mommy, do you look good?"

"What do you think?" Zuo Xinxin was cutting fruit, glanced at Xiao Ai, the Q version pattern on the clothes looked very cute.

"Mummy's design is of course beautiful." Xiao Ai blinked her big dark eyes, and flattered her brother like before.

Zuo Xinxin came to the living room with the plate, and Xiao Ai ran up to Xiao Cheng, "Brother, take a look, is it good?"

"Don't block me from watching TV." Xiao Cheng waved his little hand to let Xiao Ai leave without even looking at it.

But the latter didn't like what he wanted, so he stood in front of the TV and said, "Take a look!"

"Looks good." Xiao Cheng said perfunctorily.

Xiao Ai acted like a baby: "You didn't watch it at all, you watch it quickly, or I will turn off the TV."

Xiao Cheng didn't know where her younger sister learned her rogue spirit, so she could only cast her noble eyes on her clothes.

"You're wearing it backwards."

Zuo Xinxin looked over subconsciously, only to realize that Xiao Ai was really wearing it backwards. She was busy cutting things just now, so she just glanced roughly and didn't take a closer look.

Receiving her daughter's resentful gaze, Zuo Xinxin sneered twice: "My little Ai looks good even when she wears it."

Xiao Cheng laughed disrespectfully at the side, Xiao Ai stomped her feet angrily, went upstairs and didn't come down for a long time.

A few days after the studio uniforms were released, Zuo Xinxin received feedback from Lin He and Xiao Ai. The children in the class liked them very much. To Xiao Ai's disappointment, the other children did not wear them backwards.

Of course, Xiao Ai also kept this little secret of her own.

Before the second batch of clothing was produced, Zuo Xinxin received a second private order.

This afternoon, Zuo Xinxin sent Xiaocheng Xiaoai home. As soon as he returned to the store, Yang Tong rushed over and said, "Boss, someone wants to make a custom order, and they are in the reception room now."