I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

The secret Jiao Tang didn't want him to know...

Shen Cifeng hardly hesitated: "I will pretend not to know and help you cover up."

Jiao Tang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't even ask what was the matter?

"What?" Shen Cifeng stroked his slightly messy hair, "I'm home."

"Too tired to walk," leaning against the pillow intentionally as if he had no bones, Jiao Chen's voice was so soft that it made people's heart tremble, and he wrapped his hands around the heavy jacket on his body, the meaning was self-evident.

Acknowledging his fate and getting out of the car from the other side, Shen Cifeng squatted down in front of Jiao Tang silently, so that the person would not see him, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Lying firmly on the thick shoulders, Jiao Tang's whole portrait is wrapped in the light pine fragrance of Shen Cifeng's body, and he closes his eyes and rests on his shoulders. He feels a sense of security in his muscles, and his voice is light and floating: "Shen Cifeng, It's so kind of you."

With a pause in his footsteps, Shen Cifeng suddenly remembered that the first time Jiao Tang said this to him was when they were on the mountain.That person was also on his back, and it was the first time that Jiao Tang called his full name, and his mood at that time and now were very different.Trying his best to adjust the heartbeat that missed a beat, Shen Cifeng felt the breath with the fragrance of flowers, and the warmth brushed against his ears, making people feel distracted: "It seems that I got the answer right?"

With a chuckle, Jiao Tang lazily opened his eyes, turned his head and asked, "It's your turn, what is the big adventure?"

"I'll talk about it when you're not so tired." The warm body temperature on his back seemed to stir up a ball of fire in Shen Cifeng's body, and he answered the wrong question: "Mr.

Realizing that she had accidentally sold her Jiao Tang: "You lied to me!"

I wanted to say "You were the one who proposed to play first", but when Shen Cifeng turned his head, the shining eyes of the man on his back magnified infinitely in his eyes, and he felt the tenderness and delicateness coming from his cheeks, and even the air seemed to become glued, as long as he Tilting your head slightly, you can touch those two moist and soft lips.He obviously didn't drink, but he couldn't match the drunkenness mixed in the fragrance of flowers.

There were a few traces of breathing from each other's ears, and they stared at him anxiously. In the deep dark eyes of the man, only himself was in his eyes, as if he occupied Shen Cifeng's entire world.

When he opened the door of the house, Shen Cifeng noticed that the person who had lost his temper when he went upstairs quieted down at some point, and asked in a low voice, "Little?"

After going upstairs for a while, he fell asleep unknowingly, it seemed that he was really tired.

Carefully put the sleeping man on the sofa, Shen Cifeng helped him unbutton his shirt, his breath stagnated.

Jiao Tang's sleeping appearance is completely different from that of the daytime. His thick eyelashes hang down, his white and smooth cheeks are clean and innocent, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth are so soft that people want to take a bite...

The golden sunlight flooded the entire room through the window screens, Jiao Tan opened his eyes, as if trapped in a ball of cotton candy, his whole body was warm, and seemed to be full of energy again.For some unknown reason, he changed into the silk pajamas he was used to wearing, and he covered his face, damn it!I was seen again!

Seeing the time, Jiao Tang realized that he had slept until noon.

Walking out of the living room, there was food on the cupboard exuding residual warmth. Jiao Tang picked up the sticky note on the table, which was written in his familiar and forceful handwriting "I have asked Chaofeng for leave".

Inadvertently glancing at the mirror on the refrigerator, Jiao Tan saw the corners of his lips curled up. This is a life he has never experienced before. It turns out that happiness will come quietly in the effort to dream, like sunshine and air blending into breath.

In the afternoon, Shen Cifeng deliberately went home early, and when he entered the door, he heard a crisp voice "Are you back?" He looked up, and the courier bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Jiao Tang was lying on the sofa on his back, the shirt on his body was obviously two sizes too big, only two buttons were loosely buttoned, and the well-proportioned white under the shirt was faintly visible.

"Something fell off." Jiao Tang sat up, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, her round toes curled up slightly, and the white and smooth insteps wanted to leave some "imprints" on people's hearts.

"Don't worry about it," Shen Cifeng tried to adjust his breathing, and casually threw the briefcase and bag aside. In the courier bag was the toy that he had ordered some time ago, but at this moment he knew very well that Jiao Tang itself was enough.He strode over to Jiao Tang and sat down. He suppressed the burning heat, "Have you rested yet?"

Jiao Tang was wearing his shirt, which made Shen Cifeng feel a wonderful sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he had to think: Was it on purpose?

"I'm full of sleep." Jiao Tang twisted a grape and threw it into his mouth. The rose red juice dyed his lips glistening. "Grandpa called this afternoon..."

His words were interrupted by Shen Cifeng's movements, the man raised his hand, and pressed his warm palm against his face, his calloused fingertips passed over his dimples, stopped on his lower lip, and stroked it carefully.

A cunning flashed in his eyes, Jiao Tang stared at him, lowered his eyes slightly, opened his lips slightly, and bit Shen Cifeng's finger gently, the tip of his tongue seemed to hook the pulp of his finger, and lifted it again Eyes, they bumped into the man's aggressive gaze.

Breathing became more and more unsteady, Shen Cifeng's eyes were like a dormant lion, a current of numbness spread from the fingertips and gathered into a raging fire.

(everyone understands)

Xue Cai's matter was full of uproar, Jiao Tang asked people to get to know several embroidery workers who had been dismissed without reason, and promised to let Jiao's legal team help them claim compensation for free, and then asked Chairman Hong to help them find a new home for them.

When going to work the next day, Jiao Tang noticed that there were more than a dozen people lined up at the gate of Chaofeng, and asked puzzledly, "Who are those people?"

"It's all people who signed up for the experience course yesterday. Could it be that someone helped us promote it?" Xiao Taozi was also a little puzzled by the inexplicable increase in the number of people. "And some of them seem to have secretly brought body cameras. Should we remind them?"

After thinking about it for a while, Jiao Tang guessed the purpose of these people, and smiled slightly: "No, let the front desk tell them that we can take pictures of everything here, and live broadcast if you want."

I didn't expect to be seen through directly. A few "students" didn't hide it at all, and they really set up live cameras.These people first got close to the teachers by virtue of their love of embroidery, and pretended to ask for advice while knocking sideways:

"Mr. Jiao sells an embroidery painting for eight figures, how much can you share? He has eaten the big head."

"I heard that among the creators of "Jing Xing Feng Huang", Jiao Tan's name is ranked first, is it fair?"

"The teachers have devoted themselves to Chaofeng for so many years, but Jiao Tang's surname is Jiao, and he can be airborne. Who can be convinced!"

The embroidery masters saw through these clumsy provocations, and a gray-haired embroidery master spoke first: "Since Mr. Xiao Tang came, the working environment in the embroidery factory has improved a lot. Most embroidery courses do not make money at all. It is an extra for the embroidery factory." Give us high subsidies to make more people interested in this skill."

Another embroiderer said: "As for the share of embroidery paintings, Chaofeng is different from other places. The works sold are for the embroiderers. Not only Mr. Xiaotang, but also everyone else. "Jingxing Fenghuang" is Xiaotang Mr. drafts and coordinates embroidery, his name should be ranked first."

Other veteran embroidery workers echoed: "Whether you can lead an embroidery factory depends not on age, but on ability and character. You guys are too young."

As soon as these live broadcasts came out, Chaofeng’s online and offline sales not only increased steadily, but also attracted many buyers who came here especially, as well as new apprentices who were interested in embroidery.

On the other side, in the conference room of Mikan Corporation, just after watching the live broadcast of Chaofeng, more than a dozen people were sitting at the long table, and the air was frozen.

"How did you do it?! No one has dug up any black material that can cover Xue Cai's scandal! A bunch of trash!" Xu Jianlin was furious in the conference room, and he still had his usual gentlemanly demeanor: "I don't know how to let these live broadcasts Delete?! They took our money, dare to turn around and speak for Chaofeng?!"

One of the little assistants wanted to cry, but they did everything they should do, such as arranging a large number of trolls to disrupt Chaofeng's live broadcast, spreading slanderous rumors on the Internet media, and so on.

Ordinary small businesses couldn’t hold on to being so preoccupied. They never expected that the deliberately rhythmic comments in the live broadcast were all filtered out, and the rumors were reported quickly, as if someone was escorting Jiao Tang.

"Mr. Xu," another assistant said tremblingly, "Someone is trying to steal our embroidery association online."

Xu Jianlin's eyebrows jumped, and he opened the media website, and the first hot search was his high-end embroidery association.

The author of the blog post is an authoritative investigation team. The other party listed all the members of his embroidery association on social media. 90% of them are foreigners. Need to be defined by foreigners?

Not only that, the revelations about Xue Cai and Park Hyatt's studios sprung up like mushrooms overnight:

"It is called an excellent course, and the fee is five figures. In fact, it is just playing some clips perfunctorily according to the script, and then giving a piece of 'Master Embroidery'. What is the meaning of this class?"

"The experience class is simply incomparable to Chaofeng's. The staff are all there to encourage you to sign up for high-priced courses, and they will throw faces if you don't hug them. It's like buying and selling at a street stall."

A self-proclaimed staff member of the auction house even appeared on the Internet and broke the news that half of the bidders for the Nine Dragons Opera Beads screen sold by Xue Cai were members of a "high-end embroidery" association, and several people bid hundreds of dollars for the screen at the scene. Ten thousand, I saw that there was no such person in the registered company.

All of a sudden, "Hua Guo Embroidery" and "Money Laundering" became popular entries, and Xu Jianlin had to spend a lot of money to remove these related entries.It's a pity that the speed with which he withdrew couldn't keep up with the speed of skinning. Someone recognized that the foreigner who took the picture of the screen that day was also a foreign partner of Mikan. Wasn't the money left handed and right handed?

The meeting broke up unhappily, Xu Jianlin was in a bad mood, and called Bai Yue: "Has Xue Cai dealt with it yet?"

"It's been dealt with," Bai Yue frowned. To clarify the relationship between Xue Cai and the studio, he put in a lot of effort in public relations, and asked hesitantly, "There are a lot of people who come to the studio to refund their money. We have an existing capital chain." It may be broken, should we shut it down first and hide from the wind?"

"It's not us, it's you. Mr. Bai, did you forget that you are the legal person of the studio, and you are the one who finances the loan. It's your turn to say no? Or do you want to change your mind? Yes." Xu Jianlin sneered, as if standing on the A knife on his neck, "I heard that Mr. Bai has been very active in the upper-class social circle recently, and many powerful people want to spend the spring evening with you. Maybe you work harder, and some of them will be willing to pay you a mere few million in debt."

His words were too harsh, and Bai Yue's voice trembled with anger: "What do you think of me?!"

"I know what you are." Xu Jianlin already looked down on Bai Yue's vase, and he didn't bother to put on airs at the moment. He said coldly, "I warn you not to forget your identity."

Two days ago, Shen Cifeng and Jiao Tang received a call from Mr. Jiao. There was a new Cantonese opera. The old man wanted them to watch the premiere with them. Only when Jiao Tang arrived at the theater did he find out that the leading role was Wen Jiu.

"What a coincidence, he is the one who wants to order new costumes?" Mr. Jiao took his seat with the support of the two, and after hearing Jiao Tang's cooperation with Wen Jiu, he sighed, "I heard from Lao Liang that it was his. As a new disciple, I was very proud at that time. Fortunately, I also have my good grandson."

Holding Jiao Tang's hand, Mr. Jiao looked at Shen Cifeng who was sitting next to his grandson, and asked kindly: "Are you busy with work recently? You young people may prefer watching movies, so it's hard to come and watch a big show with an old man like me. "

"Nothing," Shen Cifeng replied with lowered eyes, "my grandfather often took me to see my grandmother's play, I liked it very much, but I didn't have the chance later."

"I remember, at that time you were not high enough for your seat, and every time you asked for a hug," Mr. Jiao looked at the stage, his voice was old, but his eyes were clear: "My grandma and I like to tease you..."

It's a pity that things are different now, Shen Cifeng remained silent, and a warm feeling was quietly pasted on the back of his hand.The lights of the theater gradually dimmed, and the sound of drum music sounded. In the dimness, the smile of Jiao Tang was pure and gentle, like a beam of light.

Holding Jiao Tan's hand firmly, Shen Cifeng quietly looked at the people around him, without words, the warmth of his palms was the best response.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the "little secret" between the two, and Mr. Jiao nodded imperceptibly, and started to beat the music freely.

At the end of the play, Mr. Jiao was humming a ditty in the play, and was dragged out of the theater by the two of them, casually said: "Long Tang hasn't been home for a long time, can you come over to have a private talk with Grandpa tonight?"

Jiao Tang readily responded, "Okay."

Shen Cifeng hesitated to speak: "I also..."

"It's okay, you have to go to work tomorrow." Knowing his worry, Jiao Tang gave him a reassuring look, "I have a lot of costumes to ask Grandpa."

The two parted before getting into the car, Jiao Tang obediently helped Mr. Jiao get into the car, and the old man asked, "You get along well?"

"Okay?" Jiao Tang guessed that the old man dismissed Shen Cifeng because he had something important to say to him.Sure enough, when he returned to Jiao's old house, the old man turned his back and asked tentatively: "The day before yesterday, Qin Xueyi was sent to the mental hospital where her sister was imprisoned, and Shen Tiankuo was chased for debts and fled the country overnight. Did you know that?" Jiao Tang was stunned. , truthfully said: "I didn't care about these. However, it may be a good thing that they won't pester Shen Cifeng anymore."

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Jiao asked straight to the point: "Did you notice during the time you spent with Cifeng that his company is very busy? I mean, he has other properties."

Could it be that the old man also found out?

"Yes," Jiao Tang didn't want to lie to the old man, so he said tactfully, "I think he might want to avoid the Shen family's eyes and ears."

Seeing that Jiao Tang seemed to have a good idea in his mind, Mr. Jiao didn't want to say much. He had someone secretly check Shen Cifeng, and he was always disturbed at the last step of the investigation. He vaguely realized that there was something complicated behind that person.

"You just have to remember, grandpa will always stand by your side and won't let anyone bully you." Mr. Jiao patted his grandson's hand kindly, "Shen Tiankuo and Qin Xueyi deserve what they deserve." How many people who guessed and brought down the Shen family, Most likely it was Shen Cifeng, Mr. Jiao was still worried that if Jiao Tang knew about it, he would think wildly.Looking at it now, it seems that his worries are unfounded. His good grandson has been abducted long ago.

Jiao Tang smiled: "Indeed."

The old man teased: "You started protecting people before the wedding? Sigh..."

Blushing, Jiao Tang retorted in a low voice: "Didn't I just follow Grandpa's words?"

"Look," Mr. Jiao opened the drawer with a smile and took out a photo album without piercing his little thoughts. "This is a photo I found a few days ago. Do you recognize this kid?"

In the slightly yellowed photo, there is a child wearing a white training suit and holding a red-tasseled gun, not as tall as a stick.

Jiao Tang carefully looked at the child's eyebrows and eyes, and blurted out: "Shen Cifeng?"

In the photo, Shen Cifeng is only a few years old, and he has been raised white and fat. He has a delicate face, but when he looks at the camera, his eyes reveal a bit of determination.

"Your grandma took it." Mr. Jiao gave him the album. "She used to use the excuse of going to see Cifeng and his grandma, and secretly asked the popular young student at that time to ask for an autograph, thinking that I didn't know."

Unable to help laughing out loud, Jiao Tang asked curiously, "Then grandpa?"

"I also bought several horses without telling your grandma," Mr. Jiao's eyes were full of love when talking about his deceased wife. I found out earlier, just leave it to me." The old man's voice unknowingly choked with sobs, he wiped the corners of his eyes, he held Jiao Tan's hand, and said earnestly: "This is how couples get along."

Understanding the meaning of Mr. Jiao's words, Jiao Tang sniffled: "I understand."

After the old man fell asleep, Jiao Tang flipped through the old photo album page by page. The memories of the two generations merged together in this warm form... He went to sleep with the photo album in his arms. When he woke up, he heard birds outside the window. Ming, realized that he slept until dawn.

During the day, Jiao Tang and Mr. Jiao discussed the idea of ​​costume design. When Shen Cifeng came to pick him up in the afternoon, he asked cryptically, "Are you in good spirits?"

After waving goodbye to the old man, Jiao Tang got into the car with him and couldn't wait to grab his hand: "I don't seem to have nightmares anymore!"

In fact, from the day Zhou Minghui and Du Jiupi were brought to justice, Jiao Tang had the feeling that the last boulder in his heart had completely disappeared. Does it mean that he has fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the original owner?

"Great," Shen Cifeng raised his hand to caress the corners of his smiling eyes, and said warmly, "I want to show you a surprise."

Early found that the car was driving up the hill, Jiao Tang wanted to ask what it was, but seeing his mysterious face, his heart jumped with joy.

The car stopped in front of the Qin family's old house, and the two didn't enter the house. Shen Cifeng took him around to the glass room in the garden.As soon as he opened the door, Jiao Tang heard two baby voices of "barking".

"Little cutie! Are you my surprise?" Jiao Tang happily squatted down and carefully stretched out her hand.

It was a beautiful little border collie with black and white patterns, a tongue that could laugh, like a ball of sweet milk candy.

As if he could understand human speech, Little Bian Mu happily wagged his tail, jumped into Jiao Tang's arms, and cupped his hand with his head coquettishly.

Holding the soft milk dumpling in his arms, the puppy's fur is soft and soft, "the palm is like being blessed", Jiao Tang thought, so what was said in the book was true, and he couldn't help kissing the puppy's forehead.

Raising his head, his scorched eyes seemed to reflect the midsummer sun: "Shall we raise it?"

Squatting down beside him, Shen Cifeng reached out and rubbed the little milk dog with its limbs spread out: "Have you decided on a name?"

"I'll think about it." Jiao Tang scratched the puppy's chin: "How about the toffee?"

The color of Xiao Bianmu's body is like a sweet chocolate toffee.

"Toffee." Jiao Tang tried to call out.

"Wow!" Xiao Bianmu arched his hand with his nose, and rubbed him flatteringly, his little black tail turned like a helicopter.

"It seems that he likes this name. He is the great-great-great-grandson of my grandfather's dog," Shen Cifeng grabbed the small toy in the kennel. Stupid and stupid, "Would you like to go pick toys for it later?"

Jiao Tang felt that Shen Cifeng could read minds: "Okay."

Carrying Toffee back to the car, Jiao Tang couldn't put it down, and didn't forget to ask: "Don't you ask what grandpa said to me?"

Shen Cifeng smiled lightly: "Do you want to tell me?"

Licking his lips, Jiao Tang raised his head: "It's your bad words."

Stretching out his hand to cover the dog's ears, Shen Cifeng lowered his body suddenly, and his breath blew past his ears: "You can't lie in front of children."

The deep and hoarse voice brushed over his heart like a feather, and his scorched face turned red to the ears. They were really like a family of three.

A few days later, at the regular costume design meeting, Jiao Tang showed the drafts of the costumes he designed to the teachers.

The background color boldly adopts the traditional crimson red, based on the Ming Dynasty Hanfu, the cuffs and skirt are embroidered with glazed citrine peonies, and the overall shape is like a phoenix in nirvana.

This is the inspiration he got when he talked with Mr. Jiao: the continuation of Cantonese opera is fundamental because it is the childhood memory of countless people in China; abroad, it can evoke the memory of the hometown of Chinese who have left their hometown.

Everyone's "home" memory is different, so he does not need to deliberately cater to domestic and foreign preferences, but should start from the heart, and the most touching thing is always sincerity.

After seeing the design draft, the teachers talked a lot:

"Crimson red is indeed the representative color of the most Chinese style, reminiscent of the Chinese New Year."

"Phoenixes and peonies are also symbols of tradition."

……

After the meeting, Jiao Tang found Wen Jiu: "I happened to find that there is a special material in a research laboratory, which has the effect of sequins under the light, is not easy to fade, and is easy to maintain. It may be suitable for embellishment on costumes. Maybe you can use it in Try it in rehearsal."

Wen Jiu asked without hesitation: "Thank you! When is it convenient to try?"

Seeing his anxious look, Jiao Tang smiled slightly and said, "I'll get it later, do you want to come together?"

It was the research laboratory of Lei Ze Group. After the cooperation was reached, Song Zifeng handed Jiao Tang the key card with the highest authority, and told him that any materials inside could be used anytime and anywhere.

After arriving, please wait in the car for Wen Jiu. When Jiao Tang stepped into the elevator of the building, the moment the door opened, a familiar voice approached from far away:

"Mr. Shen, the next meeting is in 15 minutes..."

While listening to Song Zifeng's report, Shen Cifeng strode toward the elevator and stopped suddenly: Jiao Tang was in the elevator, less than a step away from him.

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