My Husband With Scholar Syndrome - Chapter 41

In the blink of an eye on the weekend.

The two were going to see the house. When they left the house, Uncle Li hurriedly threw two umbrellas to them, saying that it is rainy today and put them in the car to avoid being caught by the rain.

Mu Xiaoya thanked her, closed her umbrella, and drove away with Shirakawa.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the parking lot outside the work place. Mu Xiaoya found that Fang Hui’s car had been parked there, knowing that Fang Hui had arrived, so she took Shirakawa straight to the studio.

“Ogawa, look, that’s where I work.” Going forward, Mu Xiaoya pointed to the direction of the studio and introduced Shirakawa.

Shirakawa walked in the direction pointed by Mu Xiaoya, carefully looked at the door of the studio, and then replied: “I remember.”

“Go, let’s go in, Fang Hui is already waiting for us inside.” Mu Xiaoya took Shirakawa’s hand, walked a few steps, stepped on the steps and pushed in, and shouted inward, “Fang Hui, we are coming.”

“I’m in the material room.” Fang Hui’s voice came from inside.

“Let’s go inside.” Mu Xiaoya pulled Shirakawa to the material room. The material room was not large. As soon as they entered, they saw Fang Hui who was finishing the leather.

“Well, the materials and tools for custom-made leather shoes have been delivered? When did they arrive?” Mu Xiaoya looked at the material room that had been filled a lot more than the previous two days, with a look of surprise. In addition to selling shoes online, their studio’s business also includes customization of high-end leather shoes, but the tools and materials for customization have not been prepared.

“I delivered it yesterday afternoon.” Fang Hui replied.

“Then why don’t you ask me to come and organize it together.” This studio almost worked from Fang Hui alone from preparation to opening. She did almost nothing except to draw a few design drawings. Mu Xiaoya early I feel embarrassed.

“Did you not go back to see your uncle and aunt yesterday? Anyway, I was also idle, so I wouldn’t prevent your husband and wife from going home to visit relatives.” Fang Hui put the last piece of leather away, turned around with a smile, and saw the station at a glance At the gate of Shirakawa.

“It’s better to see it all.” Fang Hui sighed suddenly.

“what?”

“The real person is more handsome than the photo.” Fang Hui winked at her friend quietly.

Mu Xiaoya returned a proud look, then waved toward the door, and when Shirakawa came over, she smiled and introduced to the two: “Xiaochuan, this is my good friend and partner Fang Hui. Fang Hui, This is Shirakawa, my husband. ”

“Hello, Xiaoya husband.” Fang Hui understood Shirakawa’s situation and knew that he was not good at contacting people, so he offered to extend his hand to show friendship.

Xiaoya’s husband?

Shirakawa’s eyes lit up: “Hello.” Shirakawa raised his hand and touched Fang Hui’s hand, then dropped quickly.

Shirakawa ’s handshake gesture was very short, and it could be said to be a touch, but his move surprised Mu Xiaoya: “Fang Hui, this is the first time I have seen Xiaochuan shake hands with someone else, it seems he likes it you.”

“is it?”

“Really, last time we went to the cherry garden, Nono raised her hand for several minutes, and Ogawa ignored her.” Mu Xiaoya explained.

“It seems that I am more attractive than Liang Nuonuo.” Fang Hui asked Baichuan jokingly, “Is it?”

It’s a pity that Shirakawa didn’t answer her this time, just kept a slight smile and stood quietly aside.

Seeing that Shirakawa ignored her, Fang Hui was not angry, and did not continue to question, as Mu Xiaoya said, Shirakawa was able to shake hands with her, and she was already very surprised. Fang Hui turned the topic around, Chaomu Xiaoya said: “Take your husband to visit our studio. There is a little leather left to arrange. I’ll go out and find you when I’m done.”

“I’ll help you organize it together.” Mu Xiaoya picked up a box and went to the shelf inside.

“Everything is gone, please hurry out for me.” Fang Hui snatched the box and pushed Mu Xiaoya directly to the door. When Shirakawa saw his daughter-in-law went out, he naturally followed.

“It’ll be done in a few more minutes, waiting for me outside.” After that, Fang Hui slammed the door shut.

This person … Mu Xiaoya knew that Fang Hui was worried that she would leave Shirakawa cold if she helped organize, but where Shirakawa was so delicate.

“Then … let’s visit the studio.” Mu Xiaoya smiled and began to take Shirakawa to the studio.

“The studio has just started, so there are not many people, and I only have four people in total. This is my desk.” Mu Xiaoya first took Shirakawa to visit her desk, “but I like to go when I draw pictures. The coffee bar in front is that side. Sitting there, you can see the outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, so that your vision is broader and your thinking will be more flexible. ”

“Behind us is our warehouse. I won’t take you there. Anyway, there are three shoes. You’ve worn them all.” Since I bought those three shoes and went back, Shirakawa switched back and forth without touching the cloakroom. Here are the other shoes. It was as if Xi had entered the harem, so that there was no other concubine in the eyes of the king.

“On the right is the material room. We just went there. On the left is our reception room, which is dedicated to receiving high-end customized customers. At present, we have not received externally. However, all the materials for custom shoes are now available. Receiving guests. “Mu Xiaoya led Shirakawa into the reception room.

The reception room is designed in an industrial style. There are many design drafts of footwear hanging on the gray wall. There are design drafts drawn by Mu Xiaoya and Fang Hui University, and some drafts published by internationally renowned designers. There is a double sofa in the center of the room. There is a sandy road about 60 centimeters wide covered with sand on the periphery of the sofa. Pebbles are embedded on both sides of the road, and several cacti are planted in the middle.

In the room full of design sense, such a piece of sand suddenly appeared, which was very abrupt. As soon as Shirakawa came in, he was attracted by the circle of sand.

“Do you know what the sand is for?” Mu Xiaoya asked deliberately.

Shirakawa shook his head, a little curious on his face.

“Come, you take off your shoes and go for a walk.” Mu Xiaoya pointed at the sand.

For the daughter-in-law’s words, Shirakawa took off his shoes and socks on the spot and walked barefoot on the sand. The sand road is not long, and he will finish after a while. When he goes around in a circle, Mu Xiaoya has already held a pair of slippers and put it at his feet.

Shirakawa put on slippers and turned around to glance at the footprints left by him.

“Do you know that everyone’s walking posture is different? The footprints you leave on the sandy road will truly reflect your walking posture and the strength of your two feet when you walk. You see, you The left foot’s footprint is deeper than the right foot, which means that you habitually focus on the left foot. When you drop your foot, the sole of the foot will have a slight outer side, so the shoes you wear are usually worn on the outside of the sole than on the inside Serious. “Mu Xiaoya analyzed Shirakawa’s footprints.

Shirakawa never knew that there would be so much knowledge in his footprints.

“Well, am I terrific.” Mu Xiaoya looked up proudly.

“Um.” Shirakawa sighed sincerely. He always knew that he was better than Xiaoya except that he had better memory and mathematics.

The analysis of the solid wood Xiaoya just now is just a simple knowledge of human mechanics, and even if you do not understand human mechanics, anyone who is good at observing a little life experience can analyze it. But Shirakawa is different. In some ways, Shirakawa’s low energy is like Mu Xiaoya seeing high numbers. However, Mu Xiaoya enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by Shirakawa, and suddenly felt that this low energy of Shirakawa was also very cute.

“Sit.” Mu Xiaoya pressed Shirakawa on the sofa, then ran into the tool cabinet aside, took out a tape measure and pen and paper, and walked back to Shirakawa and squatted.

“I measure the size of your feet and make a pair of shoes for you, okay?” Mu Xiaoya asked, looking up.

“I have.” Shirakawa pointed to the sneakers he had just taken off, indicating that he already had shoes designed by Mu Xiaoya.

“Not the same.” Mu Xiaoya explained, “I’m going to help you customize a pair of shoes. This shoe is from the beginning to the end, every detail I do for you. Not this type of shoe factory machine mass production Yes, this is the only pair of shoes in the world. ”

“Only this pair?” Shirakawa liked the word.

“I’ll help you measure.” Mu Xiaoya held up Shirakawa’s foot with one hand and began to take a serious measurement. The length, width, and even thickness of the soles of the feet, each number that needs to be recorded, Mu Xiaoya recorded it on a blank paper after careful measurement. After measuring the left foot and then changing the right foot, although the size of the left and right feet of our shoes is the same, in fact, the left and right feet of a person are not generally large, so when customizing shoes, the left and right feet must be measured separately.

During the measurement, Shirakawa was sitting quietly on the sofa. He bowed his head and stared softly at Mu Xiaoya’s hands holding his feet. Xiaoya’s hands are very soft and warm. When measuring, her fingertips will rub against the soles of his feet, causing a tingling itch, like a static electricity, running along the backbone to the top of his head, so that the muscles of his whole body are tight. stand up.

Shirakawa wanted to hide, but he couldn’t bear it. He was craving for this warmth, as if the whole person was held by Mu Xiaoya in his palm, tenderly and wholeheartedly protected.

“The instep is relaxed.” Mu Xiaoya saw Shirakawa’s instep was tense, and subconsciously raised her hand and patted it gently. After Shirakawa relaxed, she continued to measure until the data on her left and right feet were measured. She looked up and realized that Shirakawa’s face turned red.

“Why are you blushing?”

“Itches,” Shirakawa whispered.

“Are you itchy?” Mu Xiaoya quickly put down Shirakawa’s feet.

“Um.” Shirakawa still felt itchy, even though Xiaoya’s hand had left his feet, but the numbness still lingered in his heart, lingering, unbearable but reluctant. The ten fingers in the slippers still curled tightly.

“Are your feet so sensitive? I was very careful just now.” Mu Xiaoya muttered a few words and said, “Then you wait a little longer, I put things back.”

Shirakawa nodded obediently, and did not dare to see Mu Xiaoya, because as long as he looked, he couldn’t help turning his eyes to Xiaoya’s hand, and when he saw those hands, the crispness in his heart would be A little heavier.

Is Xiaoya not letting her touch her waist before? No, it shouldn’t be, because … I don’t hate this feeling.

Although itchy, he didn’t resist.

The author has something to say: In junior high school, Mu Xiaoya was addicted to girl comics.

“Ah, the male lead is so handsome, holding face to kill, holding face to kill, I’m about to run out of nosebleeds.” Maiden Ya screamed in the study with a comic.

Juvenile Chuan, who was seriously reading, looked nervously, and found that Maiden Ya was covering her face with a comic.

Teenager Chuan was anxious, threw his book in his hand, and walked up to hold the girl’s face tough.

Maiden Mai: “Tear Man!”

Boyagawa: “What about nosebleeds?”