The Entertainment Circle is Mine

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A few days after Chanjuanxiu's official announcement, Xu Zhexing came to him with a haute couture embroidered suit tailored to Cen Feng's body proportions.

Although the Chanjuan women's skirt has added elements of Chinese style, it still follows the modern clothing concept as a whole, with a more evening dress style. When designing men's clothing, Xu Zhexing also adopted the same concept, choosing the style of suits for his work, and then adding embroidery elements.

Cen Feng has a very good figure, with a standard coat hanger, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, especially when wearing a suit, he looks extravagant.

Especially after putting on this set of haute couture specially designed for him by Xu Zhexing, when he goes out while buttoning the buttons on his wrist, he looks like a nobleman whose court has fallen out of the old days a hundred years ago. .

Xu Zhexing's eyes were straight.

What kind of powder you are depends on what idols wear today, this sentence is really true.

Now she immediately lost the burden of her mother's powder, and she had already begun to imagine that the idol had slightly pulled her neckline, her collarbone was looming, and then she was smashed into the wall! ! !

Cen Feng glanced at her a few times, and suddenly smiled very briefly, with a hoarse ending, and asked her in a low voice, What are you thinking about?

Xu Zhexing's phantom limbs were hardened by the low tone.

Subconsciously, he said the truth: I want to be slammed by you...

As soon as the voice fell, she was held by the shoulders of idols and took her to the side. She was dizzy and weak, and her body was easily taken over. When she realized that, she had been pressed against the wall by Cen Feng.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, as if puzzled: Is that so?

Xu Zhexing almost passed over on the spot.

I only felt that he was tightly wrapped by his breath, and the whole person was almost suffocated.

Cen Feng saw that the girl's face was getting redder and redder, her pupils were getting bigger and bigger, she was so suffocated that she almost fainted, and finally she slowly retracted her hand, took two steps back, half-drooping her eyes, and buttoned the cuffs that were not finished just now. .

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

Xu Zhaixing covered his mouth with his hand, and let out a restrained whimper in his throat, clearly feeling that the last trace of reason in his body that belonged to the mother fan completely broke through the shackles of morality, and the girl ran away.

No mom, just be hard.

Cen Feng buttoned up his cuffs, looked up at her, covering her mouth with red eyes, and asked, what's the matter?

Xu Zhaixing took a few deep breaths before he found his voice and felt wronged: Brother, who did you learn this from?

Learning so badly, so flirtatious.

Cen Feng pretended to think for a moment: In the TV series. Xu Zhaixing was heartbroken: The current TV series are not very harmful.

He shook his head amusingly.

With such an outburst, Xu Zhaixing was a little confused next. Especially when she found that the pants seemed to be a little ill-fitting because she didn't dare to get started and chose the visual hip measurement data, and her whole body burned again.

He stammered, Brother, you... turn around and I'll take a look.

Cen Feng turned around.

Xu Zhaixing stared at the idol's butt for a long time, and confirmed that it did not fit. Slightly bigger, not only failed to reflect the idol's buttocks (?), but caused a bit of wrinkles because of the slight looseness.

After a long time, Cen Feng heard her say, I need to change the back of my pants.

Of course he felt it himself.

When she turned back, she saw that she took out the tape measure to measure the data, showing a look of death. Seeing him look over, Xu Zhexing swallowed his saliva and said bravely, Brother, I have to measure your... data again.

Cen Feng smiled gently: Okay.

Xu Zhaixing dawdled for a long time, and finally got started.

Hold your breath, focus your eyes, and refrain from thinking, looking, or touching. But the fingertips inevitably bumped into, ooh, fuck it, really warped.

Comrade Xu Zhaixing, who touched the butt of idols, felt that he would have to eat fast and recite Buddha for the next week in order to eliminate his sins and get rid of his inner lust and desire.

After measuring the data, Cen Feng went back to the fitting room to change his clothes.

There were two places that needed to be changed. Xu Zhexing put the whole suit back in the bag, the redness on his cheeks had not faded, and whispered to him, I'll bring it to you to try after I'm done.

Cen Feng nodded and said yes.

Xu Zhexing waved his hand, he didn't dare to stay for a second while holding his clothes, and hurried away.

When she was going out, You Tao just came in from outside. Seeing the young lady's back, she couldn't help but cast a meaningful look at Cen Feng who was standing in the room.

Cen Feng returned her a very calm and reserved smile.

After the official announcement of Chanjuanxiu, Cen Feng's previously quiet fashion resources instantly became popular. Several magazines took the initiative to approach him and invited him to do an interview.

Although they are not the top four magazines such as Beauty, they have to eat one bite at a time, and the road has to be taken step by step. For the current Cen Feng, the resources of these fashion magazines are still quite good.

However, Wu Zhiyun also has a request, and it is not necessary to talk about non-cover.

I talked to Ying Xuze and the others about a magazine interview before, and the other party only gave the layout of the inner page. After all, the debut rankings are different, and there are differences in popularity and resources, but when it is the C position's turn, it must be the cover.

The first two were successfully filmed, but when it was the third one's turn, something went wrong.

The cover is indeed still the cover, but with another

A male artist outside the co-production.

When Wu Zhiyun heard the staff say this, he immediately became angry: How can this be done? Can a single-person cover and a double-person cover be the same? And we don't know each other at all, we have neither cooperation nor personal friendship, and we didn't co-produce the cover together. The truth!

There was one more thing he didn't say.

The other party is simply a third- and fourth-tier scumbag. Isn't the mother-in-law forcibly tied up with Cen Feng to shoot the cover?

They are not here for charity.

Although City Show has the highest status among the magazines discussed so far, it is impossible for Wu Zhiyun to give up the principle because of this. Seeing that his attitude was so determined, the deputy editor smiled and said, Angkor, I can't say that. Wouldn't it be possible without cooperation now? Wouldn't there be a shoot without personal friendship? And the new combination is also more novel, The market for double seals is also wider.”

Wu Zhiyun didn't know what his idea was, or he just wanted to take advantage of Cen Feng's popularity to bring this dude around, and sneered: No need, we Cen Feng can fully support the market alone.

The deputy editor secretly scolded him for being ignorant, laughed twice on his face, and turned to look at Cen Feng.

Everyone in the circle knows that Cen Feng has a very light personality, does not fight or grabs, and has always been very talkative. It is precisely because of this that they dare to make such a move temporarily.

He sighed and pretended to be pitiful: Cen Feng, you see that you have come here, and it's just a matter of your words for the double letter and the single letter. Otherwise, I will ask Xiao Chuan to come over, meet you, and you can talk. Let's talk...

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

Wu Zhiyun said, our artists are kind, not stupid.

The deputy editor was a little irritated by the attitude of the two people. I think he is also the deputy editor of a second-tier fashion magazine. Which of the ordinary artists in the circle is not greeted with a smile. It is the turn of this newcomer who has not debuted for a long time. .

What's more, he is not an official artist of Chen Xing, only a one-year contract worker, is he really afraid?

The deputy editor-in-chief suddenly looked a little unsightly, and said yin and yang strangely: Angkor, the market is like this now. If the coffee shop can't support a single letter and force it, readers will not buy it. Urban Show can be compared with the ones you filmed before. It's different, look at who the cover of our last issue was? Don't you make it difficult for me to do this?

When Wu Zhiyun heard it, can't you fucking ridicule our coffee position?

He didn't bother to talk to such a person, so he got up and said to Cen Feng, Let's go, we won't shoot anymore.

The deputy editor suddenly lowered his face: Angkor, you guys can think about it. We gave the cover, you don't shoot it yourself, apart from us, which magazine is now free?

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

Cen Feng still looked indifferent, neither angry nor annoyed, Wei Wei nodded at the deputy editor, counted as a greeting, and left with his hands in his trouser pockets. Wu Zhiyun walked fast and was talking on the phone while walking, Cen Feng only heard his intermittent scolding, who should be complaining about what happened just now.

When he walked to the elevator door, Wu Zhiyun had already hung up the phone, the anger on his face was swept away, and he said to him happily: Don't worry, brother has contacted you again with a cover, there is news soon.

Cen Feng nodded, reached out and pressed the elevator.

The two were waiting when the deputy editor just now chased after them.

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

As he walked, he smiled and said, Angkor! Old Wu! You say you have such a temper, why are you still in such a hurry? 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 screen for incoming calls, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up at the deputy editor again, there was a hint of sarcasm.

Slowly picking up the phone, he said loudly, Hello, editor-in-chief Annan.

The deputy editor took a step.

The other end of the phone smiled and said, Zhaixing just called me and told me that it's a big deal, and magazines like City Show are also worth being angry with? Alright, bring someone here, I'll make it for you in the next issue.

Wu Zhiyun smiled heartily: Okay, let's come here.

After hanging up the phone, he raised his eyebrows towards Cen Feng: That's it.

The elevator door dinged open.

The two walked in.

The deputy editor quickly followed, held the elevator door with his hands, and asked with a smile, Old Wu, why did you just leave? Sit down and talk. If you really feel that double sealing is not enough, then I will think of a way. Get a single letter for you!

A tone of I'm good enough.

Wu Zhiyun smiled at him very kindly: Stop chatting, I will lead an artist who does not have enough coffee in my family to shoot Beauty.

Deputy Editor: ...

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