Jiang Cheng felt that it was a skill to just take such an inexplicable outfit in one go.

This outfit is pretty good without looking at the coat. It has slim pants and a loose black shirt. Although it is also knitted, it is at least the kind that you won’t be watched when you go out.

But as soon as he put on the coat, he was stunned and looked back at Gu Fei: "Hey, are you sure I did not take the wrong clothes?"

"No," Gu Fei was still looking at him behind the camera, "What's wrong?"

"No, don't you think this dress looks like a knitted version of the Matrix? No, you're a missionary with a rope around your waist?" Jiang Cheng pulled his clothes and whispered, "Do you have a mirror? I feel like a mage again."

Gu Fei didn't say anything and pointed to the wall behind with a smile.

The clothes are quite long, and they are all thin and soft when they are all the same. They are a bit weak when worn on their body, which is the legendary lazy and casual style. However, if you want to wear them with a thinner and shorter one, you will have to catch them back to Qingshan when you go out.

"This dress requires a good figure, a height, and a temperament," Ding Zhuxin leaned against the door, "You are more stylish than Dafei, and he is a hooligan when he wears it."

"Oh, if he doesn't wear this, it's a hooligan," Jiang Cheng stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. Actually, it's still alright. Although he definitely won't buy such clothes, he is not picking clothes now. "I don't know who the designer of this clothes is, so I have to give him a smile."

"It's me." Ding Zhuxin said.

"Ah?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, and looked at Ding Zhuxin's expression with a look of "I know what you are thinking", and a familiar sense of embarrassment suddenly arose, rising from the ground, and walking a little bit when following her into the house.

When Ding Zhuxin was smearing on his face, Gu Fei turned on all the light sources used for taking photos.

"Don't be nervous, just move casually," Ding Zhuxin swept Jiang Cheng's face with a few more times, "Okay."

Jiang Cheng followed her instructions to the place where he took the photo. The setting was quite cool, but he didn't know what to do after he stood there.

"Let's walk back and forth a few steps," Gu Fei held his camera at him, "Let's go from left to right and then from right to left."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, turned around and walked to the side. As soon as he moved, the camera in Gu Fei's hand clicked, and he couldn't help but turn his head, "I'm taking a picture now? I feel like I'm just walking straight away?"

"Let's go, don't worry about whether I'm taking pictures or not." Gu Fei pressed the shutter again.

Jiang Cheng took a breath and walked from the left to the right.

The place where the scenery was built was only a few square meters. It took only a few steps to reach the end. He turned around and walked back from right to left.

"Look down," Gu Fei said while slapping, "Go faster and take big steps."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head slightly and walked over again.

Gu Fei stared at him in the camera and pressed the continuous shooting.

Jiang Cheng's figure was frozen in the picture, with his head down, his legs strode out, and the corners of his clothes slightly raised behind him were handsome and dynamic.

"Put on a hat," said Ding Zhuxin. "Hats should also be outstanding."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng put on the hood behind the clothes and walked forward while tidying it up. "Now I feel like I'm coming to death."

"Jiang Cheng." Gu Fei called him.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng turned his head.

Gu Fei pressed the shutter.

I was still moving forward, my raised hands and the edge of the hat covered half of my face, and I could only see my eyes hidden in the shadows and my straight nose bridge.

"This picture is great," said Gu Fei.

"Front." Ding Zhuxin took a sip of tea and said.

"No need to laugh, no expression," Gu Fei glanced at Jiang Cheng, "No need to move."

This kind of standing posture without any expressions or movements and with sagging arms makes it difficult for ordinary people not to stand stupid. Gu Fei doesn't know why he asked Jiang Cheng to use this posture, let alone non-professional people who have nothing to do with models.

"Aren't you stupid?" Jiang Cheng sighed and stood as he said.

"No." Gu Fei answered briefly and pressed the shutter.

Jiang Cheng must have been a person who was so beautiful since childhood. He could actually grasp this kind of fool-like standing posture.

There was no tension and no intention of relaxing as if standing at the right moment.

The center of gravity is slightly tilted to the right leg, and the shoulders are naturally relaxed. This is very important. People who cannot stand either stretch their shoulders backwards or shrink forwards

This kid has definitely practiced standing in front of the mirror. His tall and casual long arms and legs look stretched and comfortable.

"Release your chin," said Ding Zhuxin, "pull it."

"How can I be arrogant?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"The first time you entered the classroom of Class 8," Gu Fei said, "it was that."

"I'm irritable." Jiang Cheng felt a little unhappy when he thought of standing there like a fool at that time and being reviewed by the whole class.

Gu Fei pressed the shutter, and after a few clicks, he put down the camera: "You can't make it any day, you can consider this job."

"What I said is that I have to be unable to survive?" Ding Zhuxin said with a smile.

"Academic master," said Gu Fei, "is different from your former children who dropped out of school."

"Go ahead," Ding Zhuxin clapped his hands and pounded his arm, "Jiang Cheng changed his clothes and took a photo of that single one."

"Which one?" Jiang Cheng took off the coat and walked out and asked.

"Just one, a long pullover clothes," said Ding Zhuxin.

Jiang Cheng went out, and Gu Fei stood there and lowered his head and flipped through the photos he had just taken.

If there is something that attracts Jiang Cheng to remove any flute and slingshots from the master, he has the temperament of style, you can say that you are a bad boy, you can say that you are irritable, or you can say that you are disdainful, and you can say that you are the confidence in your bones is the most convinced, and I am the most awesome, that style.

Compared to other things, this intuitive and direct attraction is the most powerful. You don’t need to discover it or notice it. You just need to watch it.

Just watch it.

Visual animals are so superficial.

Gu Fei sighed softly, but could only watch.

He hadn't remembered how long he had been, and he was not in the mood to take a look at the people around him, those who had gone back and forth, and left behind.

Absolutely eliminate early love.

I was in a mood and didn't dare. Everything he protected could not withstand any fluctuations.

"Sorry," Jiang Cheng came in with a linen-colored dress, "Is this one?"

"Yes." Ding Zhuxin nodded.

"I want to ask, how do you wear this?" Jiang Cheng stretched out his clothes and squeezed his shoulders and shook, "What are you wearing inside?"

"Underwear." Ding Zhuxin said.

Jiang Cheng shook the clothes in his hand again, and the expression on his face was filled with question marks of all sizes.

Gu Fei turned his head, covered his face with the camera, and held back his laughter, feeling that he could almost hear the roar in Jiang Cheng's heart.

This is a sparsely woven pullover, quite long, probably reaching Jiang Cheng's knees and a large collar. Gu Fei had seen this design before, and once thought Ding Zhuxin designed it for her, but he didn't expect it to be men's clothing.

"Switch it," said Ding Zhuxin, "You should look good when you wear it."

"Will you wear hollow?" Jiang Cheng asked again unwillingly.

"Yes," said Ding Zhuxin, "You have abdominal muscles, if you don't, I'll help you draw it."

Jiang Cheng still looked indescribable.

"Does he have it?" Ding Zhuxin turned his head to ask Gu Fei again.

"Ah?" Gu Fei turned his face, and the smile on his face didn't have time to put away, "It seems there is."

"Switch it, I thought you were embarrassed to be embarrassed if you didn't have abdominal muscles." Ding Zhuxin said to Jiang Cheng again.

"Well," Jiang Cheng nodded as if determined, and after going out, he leaned back, "Sister Xin, I just want to ask, will anyone buy this clothes?"

"Yes," Ding Zhuxin took a sip of tea, "My designs sell well every time."

"It's so amazing. Who buys it?" Jiang Cheng whispered.

"You're crazy, probably." Ding Zhuxin said.

He took off his underwear and put the clothes like a broken fishing net on his body. Jiang Cheng felt that he was no different from being shirtless. He quickly walked to the mirror and glanced.

My mother.

Jiang Cheng firmly believed that if this dress could be sold, it could only be attributed to his figure being so fucking good.

He gritted his teeth and walked in.

Gu Fei was lowering his head and working on the camera. When he looked up and saw him, he immediately whistled.

"Shut up." Jiang Cheng pointed at him.

"The underwear is just black," Ding Zhuxin looked at him and said with satisfaction, "I also thought that if it wasn't a black one, I'll find one for you to change it."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng walked to the set, and changed part of the set, which looked much more refreshing than before.

"I took off my shoes and barefoot." Ding Zhuxin said again.

Jiang Cheng was wearing such a body of clothes and was powerless to resist. He took off his shoes and socks without saying a word, and stood in the middle barefoot.

"This set doesn't require too much action," said Ding Zhuxin. "The name of this dress is mute, you can find the feeling."

Dumb.
To be continued...