A few days after Chanjuan's official announcement, Xu Zhaixing came to see him with a high-end embroidered suit tailored to Cen Feng's body proportions.

Although the Chanjuan women's skirt incorporates elements of Chinese style, the overall style still follows the modern clothing concept, favoring the evening dress style. When designing men's clothing, Xu Zhaixing also adopted the same concept, choosing a suit style and then adding embroidery.

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Cen Feng has a very good figure, with a standard clothes rack, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. She looks particularly noble when wearing a suit.

Especially after putting on the haute couture set specially designed for him by Xu Zhaixing, when he buttoned the buttons on his wrists and walked out, he felt like a nobleman who had stepped out of the old times a hundred years ago after the palace declined, clear and noble.

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Xu Zhaixing's eyes widened.

Which kind of fan you are depends on what your idol is wearing today. This is true.

Now she immediately threw away the baggage of being a mom, and began to imagine the scene where her idol slightly opened her collar, with her collarbone looming, and then banged her against the wall!!!

Cen Feng glanced at her for a few times, then suddenly smiled very briefly, with a hoarse tone at the end, and asked her in a low voice: "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Zhaixing was so aroused by the bass that his phantom limbs became hard.

I subconsciously told the truth: "I want to be banged against your wall..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aidou held her shoulders and took her to the side. She was already so dizzy and weak from being teased that she was easily taken over. When she realized what she was doing, she was already pinned against the wall by Cen Feng.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, seemingly puzzled: "Is this so?"

Xu Zhaixing almost passed away on the spot.

I just felt like I was wrapped tightly in his breath, and my whole body was almost suffocated.

Cen Feng saw that the face of the girl under him was getting redder and redder, her pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and she was holding her breath until she almost fainted. Finally, she slowly and slowly took her hands back, took two steps back, lowered her eyes, and buttoned the cuffs that she had just unfinished.

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The broken hair is swept at the end of the eyes, giving a cool elegance.

Xu Zhaixing covered his mouth with his hands and let out a restrained whine in his throat. He clearly felt that the last bit of rationality belonging to the mother-fan in his body had completely broken through the shackles of morality, and Sayazi had disappeared.

No more fucking, just go hard.

Cen Feng buttoned up his cuffs and looked up at her, covering her mouth with her eyes red, and knowingly asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Zhaixing took several deep breaths before he found his voice and said aggrievedly: "Brother, who did you learn this from?"

He is so bad at learning and so good at teasing.

Cen Feng pretended to think for a moment: "In the TV series."

Xu Zhaixing was heartbroken: "Today's TV series are really harmful to people."

He shook his head in amusement.

After seeing this, Xu Zhaixing felt a little distraught. Especially when she found out that because she didn't dare to do it at first and chose to visually measure the hip circumference, the pants seemed to be a bit ill-fitting, and her whole body started to get angry again.

He stammered: "Brother, you...turn around and I will take a look."

Cen Feng turned around as he was told.

Xu Zhaixing stared at the idol's butt for a long time and confirmed that it did not fit. It was a little too big. Not only did it not reflect the idol's buttocks (?), it actually caused some wrinkles because of the slight looseness.

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After a long while, Cen Feng heard her say: "You need to change the back of your pants."

Of course he felt it himself.

When she turned around, she saw her struggling to take out the measuring tape with a look of death. Seeing him looking over, Xu Zhaixing swallowed his saliva and said bravely: "Brother, I have to measure again.

Your... data."

Cen Feng smiled gently: "Okay."

Xu Zhaixing spent a long time and finally got started.

He held his breath and focused his eyes, restraining himself from thinking or looking or touching. But his fingertips inevitably touched him, oh, damn, they were really warped.

Comrade Xu Zhaixing, who touched his idol's butt, felt that he would have to eat fast and chant Buddha's name for the next week in order to wash away his sins and get rid of the lustful and distracting thoughts in his heart.

After taking the measurements, Cen Feng went back to the fitting room and changed out of his clothes.

There were two places that still needed to be changed. Xu Zhaixing put the entire suit back into the bag. The red on his cheeks had not faded yet, so he whispered to him: "I'll give it to you to try on after I've finished changing it."

Cen Feng nodded and said yes.

Xu Zhaixing waved his hand, hugged his clothes and didn't dare to stay for a second, and quickly ran away.

On the way out, You Tao happened to come in from outside. Seeing the eldest lady running away, she couldn't help but cast a meaningful look at Cen Feng who was standing in the room.

Cen Feng gave her a very calm and reserved smile in return.

After the official announcement of Chanjuan Show, Cen Feng's previously silent fashion resources became popular instantly. Several magazines came to him and invited him to do an interview.

Although they are not the top four magazines like "Beauty", you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. For Cen Feng now, these fashion magazine resources are still pretty good.

However, Wu Zhiyun also has requirements, so if it’s not on the cover, we won’t talk about it.

I had previously negotiated a magazine interview with Ying Xuze and the others, but they only gave me space for the inside pages. After all, the debut rankings are different, and the popularity and resources are different. But when it comes to the C position, it must be the cover.

The first two were taken smoothly, but when it was the turn of the third one, something went wrong.

The cover is indeed still a cover, but it was shot with another male artist.

When Wu Zhiyun heard what the staff said, he immediately became angry: "How can this be possible? Can a single cover and a double cover be the same? And we don't know each other at all, have neither cooperation nor personal relationships, and have not shot the cover together.

The truth!”

There was one more thing he didn't say.

The other party is basically a third- and fourth-tier bastard. Shooting a cover with Cen Feng doesn't mean he's forcibly tying up Tika?

They are not here to do charity.

Although "City Show" is the magazine with the highest status among the magazines currently discussed, Wu Zhiyun cannot give up his principles just because of this.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the deputy editor smiled and smoothed things over: "Brother Angkor, you can't say that. Wouldn't it be possible now if there was no collaboration? Wouldn't it be possible if there was no personal relationship? And the new combination is more novel, after all.

The market for double sealing is also wider.”

Wu Zhiyun didn't know what his idea was. He just wanted to use Cen Feng's popularity to bring this idiot around. He sneered: "No need, Cen Feng can fully support the market alone."

The deputy editor secretly scolded him for being ignorant, laughed dryly, and turned to look at Cen Feng.

Everyone in the circle knows that Cen Feng has a very calm personality, does not fight or fight, and is always easy to talk to. It is precisely because of this that they dare to do such a trick temporarily.

He sighed and pretended to be pitiful: "Cen Feng, you see you are here now, it is just a matter of your words to cover double envelopes and single envelopes. How about I ask Xiao Chuan to come over and meet you, and you can chat

Let’s talk…”

As a result, Cen Feng gave him a cold look: "No need."

Wu Zhiyun said to himself that our artists are kind and not stupid.

The deputy editor was a little annoyed by the attitude of the two people. He was also the deputy editor of a second-tier fashion magazine. Every artist in the industry would not greet him with a smile. It was the turn of this newcomer who had just debuted to act like a big name.

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What's more, he is not an official artist of Chenxing, only a one-year contract worker. Do you really think he is afraid?

The deputy editor's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he said in a strange tone: "Brother Ang, the market is like this now. If the celebrity cannot support the single cover, readers will not buy it. "Urban Show" can be compared to the ones you have photographed before.

It’s different. Look at who was on the cover of our last issue. Aren’t you making it difficult for me to do this?”

When Wu Zhiyun heard this, couldn't you make fun of our status?

He didn't bother to talk to this kind of person, so he stood up and said to Cen Feng: "Let's go, we won't shoot anymore."

The deputy editor immediately lowered his face: "Brother Ang, please think about it. We gave you the cover, but you don't want to take it yourself. Apart from us, which magazine can spare time now?"

Wu Zhiyun gave him a cold look and walked out without saying a word.

Cen Feng still looked calm, neither angry nor annoyed. He nodded slightly to the deputy editor as a greeting, put his hands in his trouser pockets and left leisurely.

Wu Zhiyun walked quickly, talking on the phone as he walked. Cen Feng only heard his intermittent cursing. He must be complaining to someone about what happened just now.

By the time he walked to the elevator door, Wu Zhiyun had already hung up the phone, the anger on his face was gone, and he said to him happily: "Don't worry, I will contact you again and there will be news soon."

Cen Feng nodded and reached out to press the elevator button.

While the two were waiting, the deputy editor from earlier chased them out again.

He had spoken harshly when he was angry just now, but now that the two of them had left, he had calmed down. But he couldn't let Cen Feng run away, and he had to find a way to grind it out again.

As he walked, he smiled apologetically and said, "Brother Angkor! Lao Wu! You said you have such a temper, why are you still so impatient? If you have anything to say, you can talk about it."

Just as he was talking, Wu Zhiyun's phone rang.

He glanced at the call screen, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up at the deputy editor, there was a trace of ridicule.

Slowly you picked up the phone and said loudly: "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Annan."

The deputy editor paused.

The other end of the phone smiled and said: "Zhaixing just called me and told me, how big of a deal is it for a magazine like "City Show" to be worth your anger? Okay, bring the people over, I will free up the next issue for you.
To be continued...