charming childish

For the most part, Carl didn't want to be separated from him for a moment.

Zhou Mingfei pulled away suddenly, hugged Jiaer's face and stared at it for a second. He panted, looking at this moist, warm, drunken, innocent-eyed young man in front of him, feeling something was about to break through his body.

The water in the bathtub was so full that it was about to overflow. Zhou Mingfei's shirt wrapped his body and floated on the surface of the water. A piece of transparent light blue floated through the dense water vapor. The water droplets fell on Jiaer's face along the tips of his hair. Jiaer only felt The person in his arms was completely different from himself, with a fully mature masculinity, thin but full of strength, which made him trust him unreservedly.

Zhou Mingfei's sentence was vague, and he said while kissing, "You said I don't want you?"

"You just... don't want me... leave me... aside," Jiaer argued even more vaguely during the kiss, "Going on a date with someone else..."

"I'm here now, no one else but you."

Jiaer only felt more drunk, like a dream but not a dream, and completely ignored it.

When I woke up, the whole bathroom was flooded with water, and the chaos was like a battlefield.

Zhou Mingfei couldn't remember how long it had been since he was so desperate. He thought of the room in Paris with shutters everywhere, the balcony with carved iron railings sticking out, and the two figures crazily embracing each other. All the reserved emotions are given to one person...

It took nine years from seeing Alain for the first time to his sudden death at the end, but he felt that his life was over. He was beaten by an accident and had no power to fight back. He left there almost as if he was fleeing. Years old apartment, with only this large painting taken away.

It was Alain's crazy handwriting. Alain painted him all over his body, leaving traces after lingering with him, and then modified it with a paintbrush, turning it into a flower.Thinking of the scene at that time, Zhou Mingfei smiled. Alain was the real lunatic. He was so much older than him. He always wore a suit and bow tie in front of people, and faced Zhou Mingfei in the back, but he was completely old and disrespectful. Sample.

Zhou Mingfei was thinking wildly, and it was difficult to fall asleep, but Jiaer who was sleeping beside him was already snoring slightly, with his forehead pressed against his back, and the purring sound was like a puppy lying beside him... Zhou Mingfei shook his arms With the slender fingers on his chest, there was a trace of long-lost, indescribable peace in his heart.

The next morning, Jiaer woke up, squinted his eyes, and opened them in an instant. Zhou Mingfei was actually making breakfast!

Zhou Mingfei, wearing a T-shirt and an apron, was frying eggs in the kitchen, his hair was messy hanging around his face, when the sound of fried eggs sizzling came, Jia Er jumped up from the bed, kicking and kicking. I ran into the kitchen and found that the egg was actually heart-shaped!

"Woo..." Jiaer circled Zhou Mingfei again, rubbing his head against his back. Zhou Mingfei couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he shook, so he could only say, "Put a little more force, and I will be the one frying in the oil pan." face."

Only then did Jiaer let go, and stood by the kitchen door with a smile on his face, his heart fluttering.

Zhou Mingfei, why is she so pretty!Slightly curly, with strands of hair down, a straight nose bridge on the side, an unshaven beard, and a slightly raised upper lip, Jiaer recalled that slightly piercing deep kiss, full of hormonal breath!My Amin, Afei, Zhou Zhou?Jiaer rotated the nicknames in his mind, which one should be called?

Two fried eggs that were burnt on one side came out, and Zhou Mingfei started frying ham again, with a calm expression on his face, and even hummed a little tune faintly. Jiaer suddenly remembered, and asked, "The time I saw you drunk in the bar, you were singing What song is it"

"Orange Blossom Ring, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think you sang very sad that night."

Zhou Mingfei looked calm, "The song is about a girl whose lover made an orange blossom ring for her. She wore the ring and wanted to marry her lover, but the sweetheart was shot and died at the wedding."

"Ah! Why is this..."

"The girl wore an orange blossom ring to miss her dead lover, until later she met someone who treated her sincerely, and later they decided to get married. The second lover gave the girl a second orange blossom ring at the wedding scene." Zhou Mingfei Continued, "So, it's a very sad story indeed."

Jiaer shook his head, "No, this is a happy story, that girl, she is happy." Zhou Mingfei glanced at him, and Jiaer continued, "Her misfortune came from an accident, but she knows that the other party loves her , and later, I met someone who also loves her deeply and understands her."

Zhou Mingfei raised his head and met Jiaer's resolute and fiery gaze, "I guess that girl must be a very good, beautiful girl. She deserves their unwavering love and happiness."

Zhou Mingfei felt a tremor in his heart, and the young man's gaze was so bright that he couldn't look directly at it.

The breakfast on the table has been set, simple fried eggs, bacon, roasted pumpkin toast, oatmeal with milk, Jiaer and Zhou Mingfei sit face to face, the morning sun penetrates the house, what a wonderful warm winter.

Wushan is not a cloud

Unknowingly approaching the Spring Festival, Jiaer has 20 days of vacation, Zhou Mingfei asked him when he would go home, Jiaer said no rush, Zhou Mingfei asked again, "Where is your hometown?"

"Wu Shan, you probably haven't heard of it." Jiaer said.

Zhou Mingfei thought for a while, "Clouds and rain darken Wushan Mountain, and the exiles have not yet returned. Is this Wushan Mountain?"

"Yes, you know quite a lot."

"Except that Wushan is not a cloud, it should be a good place."

"It's very beautiful, the canyon is blue, the river is vast, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast."

"I have a chance to go and have a look."

"Okay, what about you, where do you go for the Spring Festival?" Jia Er was also curious.

"Linhai, Taizhou, Zhejiang, have you heard of it?"

"Of course, it's still an ancient city." Jiaer raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, unexpected. I am the son of a fisherman. My father was a fisherman when he was alive, and my mother was a tailor." Zhou Mingfei spoke of his parents with a very gentle expression.

"That's it, no wonder you also like making clothes, is it hereditary?" Jia Er was curious.

"Maybe, my mother makes clothes more weirdly than I do. I have a chance to show you," Zhou Mingfei said naturally, and when he talked about his hometown, he had a hazy smile on his face. know."

"Look, I have mountains and rivers, and you have the sea." Jiaer suddenly thought.

Zhou Mingfei also laughed. Although the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were not in front of his eyes, there was an inexplicable heroism in his chest.

After the Spring Festival, the studio started to get on the right track. Zhou Mingfei decided to hold a very special new brand press conference, make some conceptual clothing samples, and make a static exhibition combined with the design concept.

Although it is only a conceptual design, it is not as grand as a fashion show, but it represents the first appearance of the brand. Whether it can arouse the interest of the public and professional media, and whether it can trigger discussions depends on this.

The news of Zhou Mingfei's return to China has spread like wildfire, so people in the industry are watching its progress. Not only Shanghai, but the entire domestic design circle has expressed great interest in this yet-to-be-born brand.Under the heavy pressure, Zhou Mingfei devoted himself to the work process without reservation. There were too many things, and even he was a little overwhelmed. Jiaer always received a lot of demands from Zhou Mingfei about work when he went back to school. Without skills, Jiaer couldn't help but suggest, "How about hiring two more people?"

Zhou Mingfei immediately agreed, but it was really not that easy to meet the right person.

However, what they didn't expect was that as soon as the recruitment information was released, the mailboxes were almost overwhelmed by the applicant emails.

Jia Er saw a familiar name in the mailbox, he grinned for a while, and dialed the phone directly, "Lian Xiao, you are really fake, you actually applied for the job..."

Lian Xiao's voice sounded serious and angry, "Are you ashamed to say, supermodel and celebrity, Mr. Zhou didn't hear you mention it when he came back, and he didn't let us know that he became an assistant. You are not enough brother. What's the matter, you can be my assistant, but I can't."

Jia Er suppressed a smile, "Baby Lian Xiao, what I want now is someone who can help in fashion design, production, and brand promotion, such as models, see you at the show, okay?"

Lian Xiao suddenly changed the subject, "I know this, I'm not the material, but I'm not reconciled... By the way, what's the matter with you and Mr. Zhou, why did you suddenly work with him, and you haven't returned to the dormitory recently What's going on?..."

Lian Xiao was still tongue-tied, and Jiaer was blushing and couldn't hold back and said, "Okay, I'll talk about it later, oops, why are you so busy all of a sudden, wait a minute, I'll be busy for a while, and then I'll tell you." Busy I hung up the phone in a panic, terrified.

Zhou Mingfei also received a call. He seemed very surprised and pleasantly surprised. He hung up the phone and said to Jiaer, "Great, an old friend is coming back."

"Who?" Old friend, hmph, Carle thought to himself, who?

"Qingyun."

"Oh, brother Qingyun, didn't he stay in Unique? What's going on?"

"He said that he only wanted to work with me, and he would leave and come back immediately. With him, I can save at least 30% of my energy."

Zhou Mingfei seemed to be in a good mood, and Jiaer thought of that polite young man who had taken care of him a lot at the Shanghai show, and Jiaer also had a good impression of him.

Only a week later, Qingyun came to Shanghai. Zhou Mingfei and Jiaer went to the airport to pick him up. As soon as Pu met him, they just hugged each other. Qingyun's eyes were red, and he kept asking, Zhou, how are you?Are you OK?

Zhou Mingfei's voice was low, he didn't say anything, he just nodded vigorously.

The three returned to the studio together, and Qingyun shouted, "Go home!"

Then there was a design assistant and a factory in charge