Tailor-made president

Ning Zi was not going well, and after being sprayed with water on his face, he suddenly remembered what happened that night seven years ago. The flame was rekindled, burning his chest, making him hot, making him burn, making him burn. burning pain.He couldn't help crying again, but thinking of the current situation, he had to control his emotions, hurriedly took a hot bath, changed his clothes and walked out.

What Fan Baoer gave him was a light gray sweater. Ning Zigui felt a bit oversized when he wore it. The sleeves covered the back of his hands, and the hem covered his butt. Wearing pure white hotel slippers.Fan Baoer sat on the sofa, looked at Ning Zigui, and smiled unconsciously: "You lost."

Ning Zigui couldn't react a bit: "Huh?" Fan Baoer said as if reminding him, "Isn't it a bet? Let's see if I can find a dress that fits you well. Now it seems that it won't work." Ning Zigui Zigui joked, "It proves that what you said just now, that I have the same figure as a model, is a lie. How can there be a model with such a weak body like me."

Ning Zigui also sat down on the chair, and suddenly remembered something and said: "Is it appropriate for me to wear your unpublished work like this? And I can't wear it out!" Fan Baoer said, holding her chin: "It doesn't matter. This I originally made this piece of clothing for myself to wear on a daily basis. I won’t sell it.” After hearing the word “not for sale”, Ning Zigui felt that this piece of clothing was extremely valuable.

Fan Baoer turned her head to look at the glass window, and it was still raining outside, so she said: "The rain won't stop for a while, let's chat." Ning Zigui sat on the sofa, bent his legs, Nodding tiredly.Fan Baoer smiled: "You look very tired! I heard from Shuzai that you are under a lot of pressure at work." Ning Zigui thought to himself: "How can such a great god understand? Will I tell him about my work troubles? Make fun of me?"

Fan Baoer seemed to have seen through Ning Zigui's thoughts, and took the lead in telling a bunch of jokes that she made in her previous work.Ning Zigui listened, and laughed easily: "I never expected you to have such a situation!" Fan Baoer shrugged and said, "Who doesn't?" Ning Zigui then slowly opened up about his recent troubles .Encouraged by Fan Baoer, he also took out the tablet computer from the document bag and showed his plan to be killed for Fan Baoer's reference.

Fan Baoer took it over to look at it, and frowned.Then Ning Zigui became tense all over, as if this flamboyant Fan Baoer would suddenly turn into the vicious director Antoni.Fan Bao'er looked at it, then raised her head and said: "Well, I think your design is fine, it's pretty good, just like you." Ning Zigui was stunned: "Huh?" Fan Bao'er smiled Leo: "It's definitely not mean. It's just...how should I put it? Your design is like a very considerate person who doesn't want to cause trouble for others. Have you ever heard a joke in the design world?"

"What joke?"

"90% of those who like to make backless dresses are male designers! Because men don't know how troublesome it is to wear a nudebra!"

After hearing this, Ning Zigui laughed: "I've heard it before, my mentor told me... the situation seems to be the same as it is now, he said that I don't look like a male designer." At that time, Ning Zigui designed For a skirt, the instructor suggested that the waistline and neckline be narrowed, but Ning Zigui said, "Won't that model be out of breath?"

Fan Baoer smiled and said: "Yeah, your style is too suitable for OK. But as for HF, it should be a bad lover who never hesitates to torture women."

Ning Zigui was taken aback when he heard that.But when he thought about it, what Antoni meant was actually the same.It's just that Fan Baoer's words are softer and more pleasant.

In general, Ning Zigui is not suitable for customers who do not understand HF.

Ning Zigui's depression was like water in a glass, which was overturned and spilled out.

Seeing him like this, Fan Baoer quickly comforted him: "But I like your works very much! And I believe that there are many people who like your works. Your sales volume when you were OK is the best proof." Ning Zigui shook his head , showing a bitter smile.

He just remembered again that the distance between himself and Fu Cheng was the same as the sky.

In fact, obviously he shouldn't have any extravagant hopes.

Fan Baoer took a can of beer from the minibar and handed it to Ning Zigui.Ning Zigui opened the can with a snap, and took a big gulp into his mouth, very proud, but soon choked again and coughed violently.Fan Bao'er smiled: "Drink in such a hurry!" Ning Zigui smiled: "Actually, I really hate drinking." Fan Bao'er also opened a can of wine, and chatted with him.It has to be said that Fan Baoer is very good at chatting, and Ning Zigui started talking with him.After a long time, Ning Zigui opened his heart and said sadly: "I really envy you..."

Fan Baoer smiled: "'We'? Who is it?" Ning Zigui said enviously: "It's you...the ones who are very talented, don't need to work hard, and do everything well... ...For example you, for example...well, Fu Cheng." Fan Baoer smiled helplessly: "Oh, you think too much! I also worked very hard. As for Fu Cheng, he...he managed the company very well. That’s right, but what kind of talent do you have?” Ning Zigui’s eyes widened: “He’s very good at designing!” Fan Bao’er was surprised: “Really? Why didn’t I know!” Ning Zigui said: “He , Didn’t he get admitted to A college?” Fan Bao’er heard this, shook her head and said, “Impossible! I’m also in A college, so I’ve never heard of him.”

The two quarreled, and finally turned to the almighty Internet.

When the search results came out, Ning Zigui was also dumbfounded. Fu Cheng was indeed not among the graduates of Academy A.Fan Baoer swore: "I'll just say it! I remember he studied in the United States." Ning Zigui listened, feeling unbelievable: "America? Isn't it Europe? Isn't it A college?" Fan Baoer Said: "Really not. You misunderstood your boss very deeply."

When Ning Zigui heard this, his heart ached.Sometimes he really felt that he misunderstood Fu Cheng deeply.But exactly what he misunderstood Fu Cheng was impossible to say.

Ning Zigui has a slow personality, and is more talkative when he is familiar with him, but he has no defense against Fan Baoer, and talks about his career troubles. He really regards Fan Baoer as a career consultant, which makes Fan Baoer a little dumbfounded .Ning Zigui babbled on and on, with a very poor capacity for alcohol, and after babbling for a long time, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.Fan Bao'er was not embarrassed at all.Fortunately, Ning Zigui was too tired recently, and fell asleep when he was drunk, and there was no movement.

Fan Bao'er was about to pack up her things when she saw her mobile phone ringing on the table.When he saw it, it was Ning Zigui's cell phone, and the caller ID was "Mom".Mom's call must be answered, so Fan Baoer picked up his mobile phone and pressed it through: "Hello." Mother Ning was stunned over there: "Eh?" Fan Baoer explained: "That Is it auntie? I'm Ning Zigui's friend." Ning's mother said suspiciously: "Huh? Who?" Fan Bao'er suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "My surname is Fan... Ning Zigui is, um, drunk .I said, it’s raining heavily and it’s very late now, thinking otherwise he’ll just sleep in the hotel room for the night..." Mother Ning thought for a long time: "Ah, you are the one that Shuzai introduced, right?" Mother Ning thought about it again and asked, "You just said you were in a hotel room?"

Fan Baoer's embarrassment cannot be described in an ordinary way. Half a second later, she began to think about when to chop the potatoes into potato chips.

Ning's mother thought for a long time before saying, "Okay, I'll come and pick him up." It's just the first blind date and you get drunk and have sex?Mom is really worried.

Fan Bao'er felt unspeakably embarrassed, lit a cigarette, took a puff to relieve her mood, looked out the window, and said calmly: "It's raining outside, it's not convenient for you to come here, or else you can tell me the address, I Send him back." Ning's mother nodded: "Then I will trouble you. Let me add your WeChat and send you the address." Fan Bao'er was startled: "Huh? WeChat?" Ning's mother said: " Oh, yes, Potato said you are a foreigner. You speak Chinese so well that I didn’t even remember it. Then FB, Twitter, whats-app, ins, you can say anything, I can do it Plus." Fan Baoer coughed dryly twice: "I have WeChat."

To be honest, although Fan Baoer thinks Ning Zigui is cute, she really doesn't plan to meet her parents so soon.

He didn't expect that this blind date was actually carried out on the premise that the parents knew about it.

Afterwards, Ning Zigui was even more depressed when he found out, even his mother knew about it, and he was the only one who didn't.

Fan Baoer carried Ning Zigui on his back, took a taxi and took him home.Ning's mother was waiting downstairs at home, watching Fan Bao'er walk out of the car, the effect like a car advertising poster still shocked her a little, thinking: "The person Shuzai introduced is so Reliable?"

Fan Bao'er carried the half-drunk Ning Zi back to Ning's mother, and said with a smile: "You are Aunt Ning, right?" He helped carry Ning Zigui back to his home, and left in a hurry without saying anything.

When Ning Zigui woke up the next day, his head was still very groggy, and he secretly regretted drinking too much.Instead, Mother Ning cooked a bowl of porridge for him, brought it to the dining table, and said tentatively, "Who is that handsome half-race guy who sent you back yesterday?" Ning Zigui's mind was still buzzing, and he didn't notice that his mother That strange tone: "Huh? He's a designer. He's a colleague. He's a senior. In fact, he's a friend of Shuzai." Ning's mother nodded, sat down slowly, and said, "That kid Shuzai is unreliable, but he's still good." He really has a lot of contacts." Ning Zigui smiled: "Mom always said that he is unreliable, and he is now the boss." Ning's mother smiled: "That is because he has a good family... unlike us..." Then Mother Ning's heart sank slowly, but she was afraid of affecting her son's spirit, so she quickly changed the subject: "But is that little bastard very carefree?" Ning Zigui frowned, feeling a little weird: "Huh? ...I just met him..." Ning's mother nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes."