Chapter 490 Walking Clothes Rack

Chapter 490 walking clothes rack

Zheng Mingfeng didn't have a big appetite, so he stopped after eating half each. He put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Mingfeng, have some more. You eat too little. You'll be hungry later in the night."

Zheng Mingfeng shook his head, "No, that's enough. It's a habit I've developed over the years. Every time I eat, I only eat until I'm eight percent full. This will make my stomach feel better."

"Okay. If you're hungry at night, have a glass of milk or a fruit." Ceng Renhui had noticed her eating at noon today. He had eaten less and the dishes were not very picky. He had eaten a little of everything and the taste was a little light, which he remembered in his heart.

Zheng mingfeng nodded and looked at her watch. Seeing that it was getting late, she got up and said, "You eat first. I still have something to do. I have to do something first."

"Okay, you're busy."

The soldiers ate fast, and Ceng Renhui quickly finished the rest of the night snack, then sat down quietly drinking coffee, casually holding the magazine on the shelf to look at.

He had never paid attention to the fashion design industry before, nor had he read any books or magazines related to it. It was only when he met Zheng Mingfeng today that he began to understand the industry. He originally thought it was just designing a dress, but now he looked around and found that the design work was not a simple matter.

After zheng mingfeng finished the contract, she saw him seriously reading the magazine, packing up the documents, getting up and sitting down on the sofa, smiling and asking, "Do you understand?"

"I can't tell the story or the meaning given by my clothes. I can only tell if it's good or not." Ceng Renhui said truthfully, flipping open the page to show her and pointing, "In my eyes, this is a dress that is slightly more designable and more stylish than ordinary clothes, but this designer made up a story that is even more beautiful than this dress, and this dress has become high-end."

He was still telling the truth. Zheng Mingfeng smiled and nodded, "This is the charm and function of art."

"I am a big, rough man with no artistic skills. I have never been in contact with people or things related to art before. I don't understand the meaning of elegance at all. Now I find that my knowledge is quite limited, and I still have a lot of shortcomings in all aspects, so I have to learn more in the future." Ceng Renhui was genuinely aware that he had been dealing with advanced weapons all these years and knew very little about other industries.

Zheng mingfeng had heard from Jiang Chuheng that he was a very motivated and pure person, and today after contact with him, she also recognized this point. With such a person, the whole person can relax and not have to be vigilant at all times.

"Mingfeng, are you done?" Ceng Renhui put the magazine back in place with both hands.

"Yes."

"I'll take you home." Ceng Renhui got up and looked at the time on his cell phone. It was already nine o' clock. "It's late. You can rest in the car later. I'll drive you to the door."

"Okay, thank you." Zheng Mingfeng did not refuse, picked up his bag, turned off the lights in the office, locked the door outside, and went to the parking lot with him to pick up the car.

Zheng Mingfeng's apartment was not far from the studio, and it took only seven or eight minutes to get there. After Ceng Renhui parked the car downstairs, he drove her all the way to the door.

After opening the door, Zheng Mingfeng went into the room and turned on the lights, inviting him, "Come in and sit down for a while."

Ceng Renhui stood outside the door and did not enter the room. His expression was a little serious, "Mingfeng, I'll take you home and not go in. If you live alone with a girl, I won't go in at night, lest the neighbors see you and affect your reputation. When the day comes tomorrow, I'll come in and disturb you."

Zheng Mingfeng: ..." This man was really different. He was a little silly for being stiff and upright, but he was so silly that it warmed her heart.

"I'll go back first. Lock the door and rest early." Ceng Renhui added.

"Okay, be careful on the road. Don't take the bus. Take a taxi." Zheng Mingfeng took two steps out and warned.

Ceng Renhui smiled and nodded. "I'll send you a message when I get home."

"Okay."

After he left, Zheng Mingfeng locked the door, threw his bag on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and sat lazily on the sofa. Ceng Renhui's face and smile floated in his mind. The more he thought about what he had just said, the deeper the smile on his lips became.

"Hey, he's not bad. Use snacks everywhere."

She made her decision that night, and Li Xiaoqin called her early the next morning, telling her the same thing, hoping that she would be more serious this time around.

Zheng Mingfeng wanted to sleep in on sunday, but she was woken up by a long-winded phone call from her mother. She got up from her bed and just sat down when the phone rang again. When she saw that it was Ceng Renhui, she answered, "Hello."

Listening to the slightly hoarse voice on the other side, Ceng Renhui smiled lightly, "Mingfeng, haven't you gotten up yet?"

"Just got up."

"I brought you breakfast at the door. Open the door."

"Ah!" Zheng Mingfeng immediately jumped up and said in a hurry, "Wait a minute. I'll change first."

"No rush, you go first."

Hanging up the phone, Zheng Mingfeng hurriedly took a dress from the messy closet and changed it. After washing up as quickly as possible, she put on a simple ponytail, tidied up the bed casually, and then stepped on her slippers to open the door.

Ceng Renhui was wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans today, which made him look a little more sunny than yesterday. When Zheng Mingfeng saw his outfit today, he was a little dazed, and a sentence came to his mind: soldiers are walking clothes.

When she opened the door, Ceng Renhui followed her in with breakfast. "Mingfeng, are you ready to wash up?"

"Yes, it's done." Zheng Mingfeng walked ahead and saw that the house was in a mess. Everything was randomly placed. The sofa was piled with a lot of drawing paper and cloth. There was no place to sit. He smiled and said, "I don't like to clean up. I like to throw things around. The house is always in a mess. Wait for me to clean up first."

Ceng Renhui glanced at it casually and smiled, "I'll take it for you."

The room was actually quite clean, but the things were not neatly stacked. Ceng Renhui put the breakfast on the table and took the initiative to help her get a pile of cloth thrown on the back of the chair, on the sofa, on the cabinet and so on. He carefully helped her stack them neatly.

Zheng Mingfeng, on the other hand, was packing up all kinds of drawings, all of which were clamped down, and all the other scattered things were packed in a box.

Seeing that he folded the fabric as squarely as tofu cubes, zheng mingfeng smiled, "Are all your soldiers' internal affairs well organized? The house is clean?"

"Well, this is basic training."

After he folded them all, zheng mingfeng thanked him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's a small matter."

Ceng Renhui did not think that it was her fault to put things carelessly. On the contrary, she felt that it was very human. If the house was clean and tidy, it would seem too lonely.

After she put away the fabric, Ceng Renhui opened the breakfast. "Mingfeng, I bought porridge and dumplings, Red bean cake, tea eggs. Do you like these?"

"Food. I'm not really picky, I eat everything. I used to like all kinds of meat dishes, but now I'm more and more fond of vegetarian dishes, especially vegetables grown in my own garden. I think they're especially delicious."

Ceng Renhui raised his eyebrows. "And your family has grown vegetables?"

"No, I don't have any vegetables in my house. I only took two small pots and planted some garlic leaves. Last year, our whole family went back to our mother's hometown. Grandpa and grandma didn't want to live in the city. They raised pigs, chickens, ducks and geese in the countryside and planted a lot of vegetables in front of their home. Before you cook, go to the fields and pick up some vegetables. After washing and choosing, put them in the pot. They are especially fresh and delicious. They are much better than the vegetables bought in the greenhouse in the city." Zheng Mingfeng ate the most vegetables in her hometown, and picking vegetables every day was her most active.