The Man Who Was the Villain [Transmigration Book]

Fan Qing, who has no plans to spare, has a little unexpected trouble recently.

Not too big, but definitely not too small for him either.

Because Nie Luo invested in that movie, Nie Luo spent a little too much time on the set.

Originally, this is not a bad thing, but the problem is!

Their nightlife has also been greatly reduced because of this.

clack.

After the pen on the back of the hand rotated 360 degrees, it fell to the computer screen with a bang, and then collapsed on the desktop.

Fan Qing only felt that his current mood was not too different from this.

... Tsk.

Thinking about it this way, the day of vacation that Kong Ming caused him to lose before seemed extraordinarily precious.

Let him see how Kong Ming is doing recently.

Fan Qing thought extremely unhappy with desire and dissatisfaction engraved on his face.

Kong Ming's days are not too good.

Because after the incident was exposed before, many of the brand companies that he endorsed secretly checked it out—they wanted to see if Kongming had any improper business relationship with the person in charge of the company.

In fact, most people are clean, and Kong Ming is really not that good.

But the problem is that Chinese people often have a meal when they talk about business, and Kong Ming is not such a lofty person, he will still go to this kind of normal entertainment.

Then it was misunderstood.

A more obscure voice began to spread, saying that Kongming was actually the kind of star who would accept "invitation to dinner" from the bosses.

All of a sudden, there were a lot of invitations with impure purposes in Kongming's mobile phone, and he was so angry that he smashed two mobile phones in just one week.

His agent and company seemed to feel that he couldn't stand up, and they didn't even do public relations for him.

In just a short period of time, Kong Ming's reputation and popularity plummeted, and people couldn't help but wonder.

Gee.

He couldn't understand and was shocked.

This company may have too much money.

After Fan Qing finished reading, he suddenly remembered something that he had always forgotten.

After thinking about it, Fanqing called Jin Ershao over to take over for him.

Jin Yi was stunned.

He is still driving a snow party!

The Gundam snowman he just built can definitely crush other monsters and win the championship in one fell swoop, okay?

He was a little reluctant.

"Let's talk about it first, how long is it? It can't be too long. It's agreed that today is my holiday."

It's a legal holiday for him!

"It should be about two hours."

Fan Qing estimated a number.

but?

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, Second Young Master has something important to do now?"

"Isn't that right? It's about a very, very important game!"

Jin Yi circled around his masterpiece.

No, it's a bit unsafe.

He waved in one direction.

A bodyguard quickly came up to him.

Jin Yi solemnly told him, "I'll go out for a while, help me keep an eye on my work, don't let those guys spoil it, if I win the championship, I'll give you all a bonus! Do you know? ?”

The bodyguard looked at Snowman Gundam, then at Jin Yi.

There was no difference in the way he looked at the two, the same calmness.

He nodded habitually.

It's rare that Jin Ershao didn't indulge in partying, and even went to play games?

Fan Qing originally planned to let Jin Yi go, but he didn't expect Jin Yi to come over after a short wait.

Come here.

Thinking about it, Fan Qing packed up and went out without saying anything about his plan.

The weather in January is still very cold, and there are still fine snowflakes floating in the sky. Apart from the snow, there are no people on the streets at this point.

Fan Qing was wearing a thick coat.

Speaking of which, his current clothes were actually bought by Nie Luo before.

Although he suspected that Nie Luo was quietly adding clothes to him...

Ok?

Fan Qing suddenly thought of something.

Speaking of clothes...

At the entrance of the old street, a figure was quite sneaky.

He looked out and looked again.

Great, no one's here!

He turned around and picked up a black plastic bag with a look of reluctance.

Damn it, is it really going to be done like this?

His No. [-] big attack, and his No. [-] Britney Spears.

Woo!reluctant!

The young man let out a painful and reluctant whine while holding the plastic bag.

Suddenly, he got a cane on his buttocks.

"pain!"

He jumped up holding the plastic bag.

"Do you still know it hurts? Brat, tell me honestly, are you using my good materials to make your rags again?"

A high-pitched voice sounded behind him, and the young man turned around, who is it if it's not his grandfather?

Damn!

Is his grandfather a tailor or a detective?

Didn't he just slip out?

How did it get discovered so quickly!

The young man is holding a plastic bag, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

"Grandpa, I just made a few clothes to wear by myself, I didn't make the previous ones, and those are not shabby clothes..."

"Snapped!"

The old man didn't listen to him!

Holding the cane in his hand, he chased people, beating and cursing while chasing.

"Fuck you! I'm tired of looking at those clothes on your own, and I haven't seen you change them into new ones. You say you wear them yourself, right? Then take them out and change them for me on the street. You I'll let you go if you put it on."

what?

Change on the street?

Absolutely not!

When the young man heard this, he didn't dare to explain.

In short, let's run away first, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The grandfather and grandson chased me and fled, and they just ran back and forth in the old streets and alleys for a long time.

The physical strength of the young man is not as good as that of the old man who exercises in the park for two hours every day. He is holding a plastic bag and walking slowly.

Suddenly, he staggered.

boom.

He fell and ate shit.

The old man chased up from behind, and instead of feeling distressed, he laughed at him.

"Let you sleep until twelve o'clock every day and stay at home with your clothes. Look, with your small body, can't you?"

The young man was speechless.

Lord, it's fine if Ning doesn't help, why do you still bring trouble?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly looked down at his arms.

No, where are his clothes? !

The old man rushed over from behind, and threw out a sentence at the right time.

"I want to see if those clothes of yours are those broken things!"

Dah!

Daba!

The young man shouted in his heart, and the grandfather and grandson suddenly heard a cold voice.

"You made these clothes?"

The young man got up from the ground and was stunned.

His big total attack No. [-]!

What is the suit that the man in front of him is holding up if it is not made by him? !

"You kid really made serious clothes? Isn't this suit made really well..."

The old man's voice stopped abruptly when he saw the man in front of him pick up his shirt.

Serious shirt, who will play the art of fabric disappearing from below the neckline?

The old man was so angry that his blood pressure rose on the spot.

The young man also looked desperate.

God, could there ever be a more deadly time than this?

It's better to kill him directly, he doesn't want to live anymore! ! !

"Your design is not bad."

The man holding his shirt looked at it for a while, and his speech was extremely bold, like a thunderbolt exploding on the ground.

Fan Qing really felt good.

At least, he felt that no matter whether he or Nie Luo wore this shirt, they would have an extremely wonderful night.

Of course, he prefers Nie Luochuan.

After all, real men don't have mistresses, right?

Thinking of that scene, Fan Qing looked at the young man with great interest.

"Other clothes, can I have a look? Maybe we can find a place to sit down and talk about the price by the way? You should make this all?"

The young man's eyes suddenly brightened!

What?Has someone finally appreciated his designs?

Before he could respond, the old man next to him stepped on his instep.

As soon as he was in pain, he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The old man looked at Fanqing.

Fan Qing raised his eyebrows frankly.

After a long while, the old man suddenly became a little puzzled.

"You young man, have I seen you before?"

Youth: Huh?

Fan Qing was also a little surprised.

Then he nodded.

"The old man has a good memory. I bought two suitable suits at your house a few months ago."

It's just that he was quite different back then than he is now.

Unexpectedly, the old man could recognize him.

"I'll just say it's definitely true. I remember those who have bought clothes from me."

The old man said happily.

Then the speed of light changed.

"Then don't blame me for talking too much, why do you want to buy this kind of thing? These are not serious clothes, and I have ruined a lot of good fabrics to make such unscrupulous things. Tell me, this kid is decent anyway. With a background in design, why can’t you learn how to make clothes like others?”

As the old man talked, he hated iron for being weak.

Young people gradually began to despair.

This big brother, shouldn't he be scared away by his master too?

It's not that he doesn't understand.

Sexy clothes, even if serious people are really showing off, they are still showing off.

They are all bought online.

But the ones on the Internet are not interesting, there is no accurate body data and thoughtful design, and the things they make are all the same, which is not attractive at all!

Alas, this big brother is quite discerning.

His Grand Master Gong No. [-] is really good, but it is estimated that this big brother is embarrassed to continue to buy it after his grandfather said so...

"It's okay, I don't plan to use it in any serious place."

Fan Qing's bold statement made both grandpa and grandson's scalp go numb.

The old man's fingers were trembling;

The young man was shocked by the look of our generation worshiping our generation.

Fan Qing smiled slightly.

He glanced at the young man, and suddenly took out a business card.

"Your grandfather said that you design at home? I wonder if you are interested in finding an agent? You only need to come up with the design, and I can help you with the rest."

There are many who can make clothes, but not many are willing to make sexy clothes.

And even fewer are design minded.

Fan Qing looked at the young man for a moment, as if he was looking at some kind of treasure.

"what……?"

The youth stayed.

Do you still have a broker to do these things?

He never knew that he could still operate like this, so maybe this big brother is some kind of liar.

"Snapped!"

The back of the young man's head hurts.

Before he could raise his head, he heard his grandfather help him with anger.

"Then he is very willing, why don't you go to the coffee shop in front to chat? There are boxes there, which are especially suitable for chatting about work and business."

As the old man spoke, he took the business card and stuffed it into the young man's pocket.

He suppressed his throat and cursed while gagging.

"I say at home every day that I can't find the job I want, why don't you know how to take it now that the opportunity comes to you? I won't let you learn from those people on TV who let you stay at home!"

The author has something to say:

Let me be healthy. This is the dream of many people.

There is a beautiful woman like Nie Luo in her arms, and then find someone who designs clothes for the beautiful woman

Hey Hey Hey.