Chapter 53 Nightmare
I had to interrupt her and said: "Good boy, if you have anything to say, you can tell me in detail when you come back. Now just close your eyes and go to sleep."
What answered him was Wen Si's breathing that had become even.
Jiang Zhihuai: "..."
Maybe this is the legendary second to fall asleep.
He burst into laughter.
The key is that Wen Si just sleeps. His body is still lying on his side as when he was chatting with him, and his phone is still firmly in his hand.
The camera was pointed at her sleeping face.
Jiang Zhihuai was idle, so he didn't hang up in a hurry, but admired her sleeping face with great interest.
The affair three years ago was completely impromptu. When she woke up, the heroine disappeared out of thin air like Cinderella in a fairy tale.
All that was left was a filled-out check and a sticky note with five stars drawn on it.
So much so that it was the first time he had the opportunity to observe her sleeping appearance.
On the phone screen, she was sunken into the soft and fluffy quilt, her eyes closed tightly.
Thick and curled eyelashes were like two tired black butterflies, resting quietly and obediently on her eyelids.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised in an upward arc, and he didn't know what kind of dream he was having.
Before Jiang Zhihuai could guess the content of her sweet dream, he heard her steady breathing suddenly become rapid, and two flushes appeared on her fair face.
There was still humming in his mouth, which seemed like unconscious babble in sleep, but also like...
I tried my best to suppress the moan but was crushed.
Jiang Zhihuai was startled.
I thought it was because I was overthinking it, but before I could condemn myself for being dirty, I heard her whimpering like a wounded little animal.
The voice was delicate and soft, making him unconsciously recall that night three years ago.
It was obviously her who came to his door and teased him in every possible way.
Before he even started exerting force, she was already blinking her tearful eyes and crying again and again.
It left him in a difficult situation and in a dilemma.
He had no choice but to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes and whisper coaxing words in her ears while moving with difficulty.
How did she beg him for mercy at that time?
"Jiang Zhihuai...don't...don't..."
"We...can't..."
No, she didn’t know his name at that time!
Jiang Zhihuai woke up suddenly and looked at the beauty trapped in a nightmare on the phone screen.
Her ink-stained eyebrows were furrowed tightly as she called his name over and over again: "Jiang Zhihuai...Jiang Zhihuai...don't..."
It turns out that the sweet dream she is having is about him?
Interesting.
As her struggle became more intense, the phone she had been holding tightly in her hand slipped to the ground.
After a moment of dizziness, the picture on Jiang Zhihuai's phone turned into the ceiling of the hotel room.
The murmurs gradually calmed down along with this fierce resistance.
Only the sound of even and steady breathing was left. Jiang Zhihuai's Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he couldn't suppress the heat in his heart.
After taking a sip into the phone's sound hole, he said with a smile, hoarse and seductively: "Good night, baby."
Then he hung up the video and went straight to the dormitory.
It was still too hot in the summer garden, and he urgently needed to take a cold shower to cool down.
…
The designers and supporting guests who are progressing smoothly have gone back to the hotel to sleep, while the designers and supporting guests who are experiencing obstacles are still staying up all night in a small tent in the desert.
Due to limited funds, George's final choice of clothing fabric was cheap garbage bags.
He plans to stack colorful garbage bags on top of each other, preferably even covering the models, and uses the shocking scene that will appear after garbage overflows to warn people: environmental protection is urgent.
It's a pity that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
I don’t know whether it’s because the quality of the garbage bags is too poor, or there’s something wrong with the way he stacks them. The ready-made clothes he made don’t have the artistic sense that the design should have at all. Instead, they look like a piece of garbage.
Or the kind that contains the waste products of life, overnight meals, and children’s feces and urine, which will rot and stink!
Even he, surrounded by a mountain of garbage bags, looked like a big piece of garbage that had been pickled with odor.
How could he, who had had a smooth journey along the way, endure this?
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" George cursed loudly and tore the garbage bag into pieces.
Wen Yu, who was so frightened that she was taking a nap while hiding in a pile of garbage bags, suddenly woke up with a start, but she didn't even dare to make a sound.
The George in life and the George in work are completely different.
In life, he is just like the Prince Charming in her fantasy, tall, handsome, gentle and considerate, and humorous...
It is worthy of all the beautiful adjectives in the world!
Once he entered working mode, he felt as if he had been taken over by a villain. He was irritable, irritable, and would throw tables and benches at every turn. He looked like a violent maniac with bipolar tendencies!
Maybe this is a common problem among artists.
Wen Yu silently comforted herself in her heart.
At the same time, he also asked him: "What's wrong? My dear?"
"I feel like I'm a piece of useless rubbish, and everything I make is rubbish!" George held his head in pain, transforming from a manic state into a self-defeating depression in one second.
"How could it be?" Wen Yu hugged him, who was so big even after he curled up into a ball. Although she couldn't see the artistry in stacking such a large number of eye-catching garbage bags, it didn't matter. It prevented her from telling lies with her eyes open: "I think what you did is quite unique."
"No! You don't understand! You only like my designs because you like me! But what I want is not just your likes. I also want all fashion connoisseurs to like my works. All Fashion buyers come to bid on my works!”
"I want to win the championship. I want to go to Paris Fashion Week. I want to become a famous fashion designer all over the world. This is my dream. I have been waiting for this day for too long. I can't wait. Yes, do you understand?”
Wen Yu nodded, "I understand."
George: "No, you don't understand. I just took a sneak peek at other designers' tents and found that their designs are all better than mine."
"Especially that Zhao Shuwan, who has always been ranked lower than me, but this time she counterattacked and became the number one. Why does she?"
When he thought of Zhao Shuwan's series of exquisite designs that dazzled him, George went crazy with jealousy, and his words became more and more arrogant:
"It must be her supporting guest who is helping her! That woman named Wen Si! But obviously your surname is Wen, why can't you help me too?"
Wen Yu was speechless by his questioning.
She wanted to say that people are different. Although they have the same surname and the same blood, Wen Si was the eldest daughter of the Wen family from the moment she was born.
(End of chapter)