After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

Chapter 104

"Yes." Shi Yi nodded: "I'm looking for Ai Qing."

After receiving the news, Ai Qing came out from the cutting room in the store: "Cousin, you are a rare customer."

Shi Yi didn't want to be poor with her: "Come on, come and help me see what kind of money Shijin is suitable for."

Ai Qing noticed Shi Jin when she came out.

She received a lot of guests, but like Shi Jin, the number of guests who could tell with the naked eye that the ratio was extraordinary was definitely a minority.

Afraid that her occupational disease would scare the guests, Ai Qing followed her cousin's words and looked at Shi Jin formally.

She stretched out her hand with a bright smile: "Hello, I am Ai Qing, the design director of SUKU, and the designer serving you today."

The woman wore a long silk skirt with no additional decorations, only supported by a tall hanger figure, simple and casual.

She led Shijin into the store: "I heard from my cousin that you ordered the clothes to attend the author's conference. In such occasions, we generally recommend a slightly more formal suit."

While talking, the two had already reached the measuring room. She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the measuring room. When she turned her head to look at it, she smiled with the unique pride of a designer: "But I am confident that our suits will definitely be It’s the most special of all.”

Shi Jin nodded: "Please."

Ai Qing followed him into the measuring room, and smiled slightly when she heard this: "My honor."

After Shi Yi sat on the sofa outside for a long time, Ai Qing came out.

He waited, but when Shi Jin didn't arrive, he was a little puzzled: "Where is Shi Jin?"

Ai Qing glanced at him: "What's the hurry, can I still eat him?"

It's okay if she doesn't say it, but this remark reminded Shi Yi that his cousin is an orthodox face lover, the kind who can't walk around when seeing handsome men and beautiful women.

He stood up: "That's hard to say."

Ai Qing handed the measured data to the assistant on the side. When she heard this, she rolled her eyes: "Don't worry, I am very professional and I never do anything to my clients."

Of course, she can't guarantee it after not being a customer.

"Okay, I see you are worried about this." Ai Qing clicked her tongue and waved at Shi Yi: "Come on, cousin, let's go in together, and you can refer to it by the way."

Shi Yi followed Ai Qing into the measuring room, only to find that there was a data room behind the measuring room.

In front of the data room is a large projection screen. There are several sofas in front of the screen, and Shi Jin is sitting on one of the sofas.

Hearing the movement behind her, Shi Jin looked sideways slightly, and met Shi Yi who was trotting all the way over.

Shi Yi sat down on the sofa next to him, and looked around the data room: "Ai Qing, you can do this, is it so high-tech?"

Ai Qing raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand and pressed the remote control, the projector turned and cast a model on the screen: "This is a human body model constructed based on Mr. Shi's body data, 1:1 projection, we can use this to Show off the clothes."

Professionally, Ai Qing's attitude is very rigorous. She swiped twice on the tablet in her hand, and several clothes of different shapes were projected on the screen: "These are the ones I initially selected, and I think they are more suitable. Mr. Shi's elegant design."

"Mr. Shi can make a general selection first, so that I can confirm your preferences, and the subsequent designs will try to fit your preferences..."

"Also, regarding the choice of color..."

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"Cousin, cousin?"

Shi Yi woke up with a start, he looked around in a daze: "It's over?"

The lights in the data room had already been turned on, Shi Jin stood by his side, and nodded slightly upon hearing this: "It's over."

"Oh." Shi Yi wiped the saliva from his mouth and got up: "Then let's go."

Ai Qing stopped him: "Who are you going?"

"Don't you decide your own clothes?"

Shi Yi said "ah": "Didn't I order a set last year?"

Ai Qing frowned: "You only wear last year's?"

"Otherwise?" Shi Yi said and was about to leave: "What does the author's conference have to do with me as an editor? I'll just go through the motions and just have clothes to wear, so I don't need to do it anymore."

Ai Qing stopped him from leaving: "No."

She grabbed Shi Yi by the collar and looked at Shi Jin with a smile: "Mr. Shi, is there anything you don't understand or are dissatisfied with about our communication today?"

Shi Jin shook her head: "No."

"Then after the clothes are made, someone from our side will contact you. That's all for today."

As Ai Qing spoke, she increased her strength a bit. She pulled Shi Yi, her smile remained unchanged: "You can go back first."

Shi Yi struggled for a while, and finally gave up resistance: "You go first, don't wait for me."

Then he was caught by Ai Qing to measure the data.

Looking at them, Shi Jin suddenly remembered the time.

When he walked out of SUKU, the sky outside had completely darkened.

Sitting in a taxi, Shi Jin sent a message to Time.

[Time]: I'm going to the author conference.

After sending this sentence, Shi Jin glanced at the time.

It is early morning in country A, and my sister should still be sleeping.

Shi Jin closed the phone and looked out the window with a calm expression.

The author's conference is held every three years. When it was held last time, Shi Jin hadn't signed any publishing house yet, so naturally there was no place to go.

He didn't think it was a pity, but after the time was known, he never forgot about the author's conference, and pestered him to ask him to bring her with him next time.

Now he can go, but my sister went to country A again.

She will definitely send him a dozen messages in anger when she sees the news tomorrow morning, right?

Thinking of this, the expression in Shi Jin's eyes softened slightly.

The scenery outside the window quickly reversed, but slowed down again at a certain moment, until the tall trees on the side of the road were replaced by the adjacent car.

The taxi driver complained, "Why is it a red light again?"

Shi Jin: "Slower is fine."

"It's not a question of whether it's slow or not." The driver shook his head: "I've driven this road many times, and every time I encounter a red light at this intersection, I'm sure there will be a red light all the way behind."

"In addition, there are National Day activities in Darong City in front of you these days, and there are so many people every night. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt."

Shi Jin: "What activity?"

"It's just some lanterns, food court and so on. By the way, it seems that there will be a band coming today." The driver said and looked back: "You should be a local from the accent. It will be there in time, why haven't you been there?"

Shi Jin had never been there, he shook his head slightly: "No."

"Then you really have to go, it's worth going."

The green light is on.

The driver looked at the date on the car while starting the car: "Today is the last day, if you miss it, you have to wait until next year."

The traffic outside the car was rushing, and the street lights on both sides of the car seemed extraordinarily lonely.

The driver didn't drive too fast, he paid attention to the cars on both sides, and took the time to say a few words to Shi Jin: "When I was young, I would bring my wife here every National Day. My wife likes the candied haws here, and pesters me every year. to buy."

The driver laughed as he spoke: "It turns out that I have been eating for more than ten years. This old woman ate one of her teeth last year. This year, she will never come back again."

Shi Jin also bent the corners of her lips: "You are very happy."

The driver smiled: "When you are old, you can talk about happiness, as long as you live happily."

After saying this, the driver pointed out the window: "Hey, look, that's right there. On the street across the road, the stall selling candied haws is in the alley at the end of the street."

Shi Jin looked in the direction of his finger.

On the crowded street, countless lanterns are hung in the air. On both sides of the road, there are small stalls with various gadgets. Behind the small stalls are stall owners who are enthusiastically shouting and selling.

There seems to be a high platform farther away, and there are brisk singing voices coming from the high platform, and someone is singing.

The driver's smiling voice came from the front seat: "How is it, is it lively?"

"Very lively."

Shi Jin looked away: "Excuse me, can I stop in front?"

-

On the street full of lanterns.

"Aci, Aci!"

The person in front did not intend to stop.

Zhong Ling raised her delicate eyebrows, stopped in her tracks, and said with a drawn out tone, "Yu-Xiao-be good."

Yu Ci stopped abruptly: "Don't shout."

Zhong Ling slowly carried her bag: "Then do you want to go shopping with me?"

Yu Ci frowned, obviously still struggling.

Zhong Ling gathered the coat unhurriedly: "Yu—"

"Stop." Yu Ci gave up struggling: "Shall I accompany you to visit the head office?"

"Of course." Zhong Ling nodded: "Let's go, the beautiful Ms. Zhong Ling is going to start shopping."

As she spoke, she glanced at her son: "Be happy, if your father didn't have time, it wouldn't be your turn to accompany me to go out today."

She snorted, and strongly condemned her son's refusal to go shopping with her: "You deserve to be single despite your age."

Yu Ci, who only turned 25 years later: "..."

But mentioning this, Yu Ci did think of something.

He glanced at Zhong Ling who was walking ahead: "Mom."

Zhong Ling didn't look back: "If you fart, let it go."

"I have a favorite person."

"If there is, tell me what—" Zhong Ling's words suddenly stopped, and then her voice raised several tunes: "What!?"

She turned around quickly, her eyes shining brightly: "Do you have someone you like? A man or a woman? How old are you? What is your occupation?"

Yu Ci touched the tip of his nose: "He is a man."

"A man is a man, and Mom doesn't dislike it." Zhong Ling was so excited that his pig had finally learned how to bow cabbage, "Do you have a picture? How old is he, is he tall?"

As he asked, Zhong Ling suddenly sighed sadly again: "Speaking of which, I had my eyes on a boy before. He is gentle and fair, he is very pretty, and he is also a writer."

"At first, I wanted to find an opportunity to introduce you to each other after the festival, but it's a pity."

Yu Ci interrupted Zhong Ling's scattered thoughts: "Mom!"

"Yes, yes, we are talking about your little boyfriend." Zhong Ling came back to his senses, his eyes sparkling: "When are you going to bring him home for dinner?"

Yu Ci was suspiciously silent.

Zhong Ling was suspicious: "You haven't chased him yet, have you?"

Yu Ci: "..."

His eyes shifted unnaturally for a moment: "...almost."

Zhong Ling asked: "What is similar? Where is it similar?"

Yu Ci: "Just...you said, almost."

What did I say almost?

Zhong Ling was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "You really haven't caught up??"