The steaming water fills the air.

Her eyes turned subconsciously because of the movement, and her beautiful brown eyes glanced at him, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, but there was no look of surprise or panic or embarrassment as he imagined.

She glanced over, her long eyebrows slightly raised, and a trace of displeasure flashed across her eyes.

"What was the sound just now?"

She concluded that the noise seemed to come from the bathroom.

"The shelf that holds the shower head fell off. I want to look for any screws or wrenches."

Huo Xichen had a pure look on his face, and he draped the big bath towel in his hand over his shoulders at the right time, blocking every part of it perfectly.

He noticed that her slightly raised eyebrows dropped, and the trace of displeasure disappeared.

"These homes don't have it.

Sorry, it may take a long time and it has not been used for a long time. I will buy a new one tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, and then went upstairs again.

Huo Xichen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, listening to the footsteps going upstairs, pulling down the towel on his shoulders and frowning slightly at himself in the mirror.

Isn't he handsome?

Or, the figure is not good enough?

He remembered that every time he wore a sports vest to play basketball, the girls around him would scream and drool at him. Thinking back to Jiang Weicheng's reaction, he felt a little confused.

Originally I thought of a quick solution, but now it seems that we have to take a long-term approach.

Jiang Weicheng didn't take this incident seriously. She had been in Italy for two years and had been to the backstage of several men's clothing shows. Not to mention Huo Xichen who was half wrapped tightly in a bath towel, even if he only had a small piece of cloth in his pocket.

She has seen too many, especially young male models with long legs and narrow waists, and has long been tired of aesthetics.

Huo Xichen stayed here for the time being, and except for a small incident on the first night, everything went smoothly after that.

I have to say, he is really a very diligent child.

Originally, the next day was Sunday, so she thought she would make breakfast, but by the time she came downstairs, Huo Xichen had already cooked porridge, bought Xiaolong and fried dough sticks, and put some kimchi from her refrigerator on the plate.

inside.

"Didn't you say I would do it?"

Having said that, it feels really good to have ready-made breakfast in the morning.

"Making porridge is very simple. I got up early and made it on the way. There is a large green park next to here. There are snack bars on the way from there, so I bought some on the way."

Huo Xichen served her a bowl of porridge and set out her chopsticks.

The pale golden light of the morning poured into the house through the huge black-framed lattice window, and fell on the young man who was working quietly with lowered eyes. Jiang Weicheng looked at him and couldn't help but praise: "You are so good, Xiaochen."

Precocious children mostly lack the care of their relatives since childhood, but there are still not many boys around the age of eighteen who are as sensible as him.

His long eyelashes moved slightly, but he didn't speak, as if he was shy.

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a small basket. Then she remembered something, so she took her mobile phone and transferred 2,000 yuan to his WeChat.

He received the transfer notification sound and looked at her inexplicably.

"You paid for breakfast. I have to go to work starting tomorrow. I may not come back for breakfast and dinner every time. You can buy it yourself when I am not here. This is the meal expense for this week."

"Too much."

"Is it much?"

She has been abroad for two years and is a little unsure about domestic catering consumption. "That's two weeks. You tell me when you use it up and I'll transfer it to you."

He glanced at her, his eyes seemed a little dark: "The contract hasn't been signed yet, aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?"

She looked at him a little funny: "Just for 2,000 yuan?

If you are really a liar, it is a good thing that I can filter you out with only such a small amount of money."

He also smiled softly, his smile clean and bright.

After breakfast, Jiang Weicheng went nearby to get two keys, one for the door outside the courtyard and one for the house door. He also gave him the key to the room downstairs, which was his private space.

She had lived in a shared house with others in Italy for the past two years. She usually chose a small villa with two or three floors. There were three or two people living in a villa, all of whom were from the design, fashion or modeling circles.

They share the kitchen, living room and rooftop terrace on the first floor, while the rooms upstairs are their own private spaces and are locked when traveling.

In two years, she made many friends because of renting an apartment, and they occasionally introduced her to job opportunities.

So for her, living in the same room as Huo Xichen was not inappropriate.

She made a schedule for the progress of the studio. If everything goes well, she plans to rent the apartment next door and hire one more person to help. Of course, this is a story later.

In the first week of work, she adapted well.

When newcomers enter the scene, the atmosphere in Ruodun's fashion design department is not too warm, but it is not cold either. It's just that there is a lot of work to be completed in the near future, and everyone is very nervous and busy performing their duties.

The host she was talking to was named Hao, and she was a working woman in her forties.

Due to the prevailing competitive atmosphere within Ruodun, the new series of men's designs for winter clothing to be launched this time were provided by two design groups. Finally, a meeting was held to select a more novel and unique design that was more in line with market efficiency and handed over to this group to complete the work.

Jiang Weicheng almost didn't even have time to adapt, so he went straight into the intense work.

At present, the working group has only reached the stage of discussing the design plan, which requires a lot of market research, cost estimation, sales price setting and various coordination with the production department.

Although she is busy at work, she does not have to work overtime. She still has time to draw her own design draft when she comes home every day.

Huo Xichen was a quick learner, and within two days he had clearly distinguished the types of fabric ingredients. He followed her purchase list and bought all the fabrics she needed.

Sometimes when inspiration comes to her, after drawing the design, she will go downstairs to the tailoring table and start cutting and making.

At this time, the young man would watch quietly from the side. He would hardly disturb her by making any noise. Sometimes he would cut some fruit for her, and sometimes make coffee for her. He was considerate and meticulous.

Jiang Weicheng would occasionally tell him some basic knowledge points while working, and he listened very carefully every time.

She discovered that Huo Xichen could sketch one night. He was sitting in a corner of the sofa, holding a sketchbook and drawing alone. She finished her work and walked over. She wanted to take a look out of curiosity, but he subconsciously pressed the notebook against his chest, showing a somewhat embarrassed expression:

"Teacher Jiang..."

"What's wrong?

You can sketch, can I read it?"

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally handed her the sketchbook.

There are only a few strokes on the picture album, but it is clearly the image of her just now standing in front of the model model working.

"I'm not very good at painting."

He seemed a little shy, scratched his forehead, and asked uneasily, "Teacher Jiang, do you think I have the talent in this area?"

"You mean painting or designing?"

She looked through his previous works and found that his sketching style was very abstract, often with only a few strokes, but he could capture the characteristics of the object and outline the charm. "Design requires imagination, and painting skills are not really important.

The key is what you like."

"Your sketches have a very personal style and are indeed very suitable for clothing design."

She returned the sketchbook to him.

He was not surprised to hear such comments.

This is consistent with what others, especially that person, have said.

In fact, he always made harsh comments and criticisms based on his painting style, and never believed that he could truly embark on the path of being a painter.

He lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes concealed the sarcasm in his eyes.

"But -" However, Jiang Weicheng hadn't finished his words yet, "Because of your personal style, it would be a waste to develop purely into clothing design.

After all, you are only eighteen years old and you still have potential to be tapped. It doesn't really matter what other people's opinions are.

The key lies in you, what you want, what you like, the final choice is in your own hands."

He raised his eyes suddenly, and a clear light flashed across his dark pupils.

She could see the surprise in his eyes and couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong, no one has told you this before?"

"without."

He was a little dazed, and this dazedness made the young man look more cold and aloof, alienated, and a little lonely.

He pursed his lips, and his beautiful petal-like lips had a slightly dejected arc, as if coquettishly: "They all said that I have no talent for painting..."

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and stroked his soft forehead soothingly: "It's okay, I used to be often told that I didn't have the talent for design, and that no matter how hard I worked, I was just a third-rate designer.

But they are not me, so they have no right to judge me easily.

The same goes for you, what choices you make and the steps you take are all up to you."

The woman's movements were very gentle. He originally thought he would avoid her in disgust, but he didn't know whether it was because she pulled her hand away too quickly or for some other reason.

A strange feeling arose in his heart again.

It's unreasonable and makes people a little panicked.

There seems to be a slight realization that she is different from those women before...
To be continued...