Chapter 923: Did You Draw This?

Gu Changfeng saw Zheng Xinyue's little face was red, like a ripe apple, and her eyes looked at him with a smirk, shy but not timid, but naughty. He couldn't help but hook her little nose and asked her with a smile.

Smelling the refreshing fruity fragrance on her body, he really wanted to pull her into his arms and have a good kiss, but at this moment, someone occasionally passed by on the road. He was a man and didn't care, but he cared about Xinyue's reputation and couldn't let her be criticized.

"I'll draw it later and see if you can do it?"

Zheng Xinyue would not tell him that what she just wanted to do was to kick him off the bed! Instead, she looked at him teasingly, thinking that she had given Changfeng a big problem, and he would definitely not dare to take it.

"Okay! Wait until you draw it.

Gu Changfeng smiled and touched her eyebrows. Her skin was really good, and it felt smooth and smooth. After touching her little face, it seemed that his hands were covered with fruit fragrance.

"Changfeng, do you know a bedding store? "

Zheng Xinyue grabbed his hand and changed the subject to business.

The third brother was getting married soon, and the new clothes had to be made before the wedding. She wanted the third brother to marry the third sister-in-law in good spirits. However, the bedding and clothing nowadays were all from public institutions, and the salary would not increase no matter how much work they did. The workers were all slacking off and their noses were in the air. If she didn't know the person, he would definitely refuse to accept her special style of clothes.

"If I know someone, I'll take you there after get off work. "

Gu Changfeng smiled slightly, and did not rush to pull out his fingers. He felt very comfortable being held by her soft little hands. He was just looking for quilts, which was not difficult for him.

After getting Changfeng's affirmative answer, Zheng Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that there was nothing that could not be done with Changfeng.

The morning passed quickly. Zheng Xinyue secretly sold some soybeans today. According to the same routine as potatoes, it was great to be a buyer. The crops in the space could be exchanged for money.

Gu Changfeng came to pick up Zheng Xinyue after lunch in the cafeteria. Chen Shufang was envious. They said that the factory director was cold and emotionless, but he was really good to Xinyue.

With Gu Changfeng, a full-time driver, Zheng Xinyue didn't have to ride her 28-bar bike, and could sit in the back of the car happily to enjoy the view.

The bedding factory was just opposite the supply and marketing cooperative where Zheng Xinyue's uncle worked. Zheng Xinyue wanted to go see her uncle after making clothes, and she was always thinking about it. She didn't know if the girl who took her uncle away that day was the daughter of her third aunt?

The director of the bedding factory was Qin Liang's mother. Qin Liang called his mother before Gu Changfeng came.

When her son's boss came, Qin Liang's mother naturally entertained them warmly and took them to the workshop to find an experienced and skilled old bedding maker.

"This is the best master in our factory, Master Huang. Her family used to be the royal master, specializing in making clothes for concubines! ”

Qin Liang’s mother first praised Master Huang, saying that the person she found was very capable.

Master Huang was in his forties. Although he was a worker and wore coarse cloth clothes, the clothes he made showed his waistline. People of this era liked to comb their hair short to the ears, but she didn’t. Her long black hair was piled high on her head. Her gestures were elegant, and she didn’t look like a worker at all. Her temperament had the unique arrogance of a craftsman.

“That’s what our ancestors did. I only learned the basics.” Master Huang smiled modestly, his voice was very gentle, neither hurried nor slow, neither humble nor arrogant.

“You can tell at a glance that you have superb craftsmanship. I just thought of two styles when I had nothing to do. Do you think you can make them?”

Zheng Xinyue trusted Master Huang very much. She handed her the two clothing styles and woolen fabrics she drew, and waited expectantly for her to agree.

“Did you draw this?”

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