HCB Chapter 251 Black and White, Son's Style
Chapter 251 Black and White, Son's Style
Faculty Apartment, Dicheng Media University.
The Michelin three-star chef was still busy preparing the evening's dishes. When Ning Yao and her group arrived, the one-bedroom apartment for teachers seemed a bit crowded.
"What did you buy?" Cui Mengmeng asked curiously as she noticed Ning Yao had bought clothes, something she had never done before.
Not only was Cui Mengmeng curious, but Xin Yujue was equally curious. They wanted to know what Ning Yao would buy based on her taste.
Ning Yao generously took out several shirts, which were packed in boxes.
"These are for Ranran and Achen." Ning Yao handed the boxes to Ning Moran and Ning Chen respectively.
Ning Moran and Ning Chen both showed a slight surprise, but after realizing what was happening, they reached out and caught it, unable to hide the joy in their eyes.
Although they had seen the price tag on the shirts, which was only a few dozen yuan each and couldn't compare to those high-end luxury shirt brands, the two of them still liked them very much.
"I'll give it a try." Ning Moran smiled, grabbed the shirt, and went into the bedroom, with Ning Chen following closely behind.
As the bedroom door closed, Xin Yujue leaned closer to Ning Yao with some concern and whispered, "Would these young masters like shirts that aren't even from brand-name stores on the street?"
Car models are at least unique handmade items, but shirts are different.
"Ranran won't mind. As for Ning Chen..." Ning Yao really wasn't sure about Ning Chen's temper, but as long as he didn't show it, whether he wore the shirt or not after it was given away was his private matter.
Cui Mengmeng noticed that Ning Yao had also bought several shirts, so she asked, "There are still several here, are they for them too?"
"Judging from the model and size, it seems different from the previous one."
Ning Yao blushed for a moment, but she quickly covered it up.
Xin Yujue was always good at reading people's expressions, and she did not miss Ning Yao's fleeting shyness, so she teased her.
"It's probably a gift for President Wen, right?"
"So it was a gift for my boyfriend. These styles are really nice, they're all beautiful!"
Cui Mengmeng praised Ning Yao's taste, and then, as if discovering a new continent, took out a relatively small, flat shirt box and asked curiously, "Is this children's clothing?"
As she spoke, Cui Mengmeng glanced at Ning Yao's stomach and then realized something was wrong; the shirt looked like it was meant for a child of a few years old.
Besides, what mother would dress a newborn baby in a shirt?
"Yes, it's children's clothing." Ning Yao didn't say much, nor did she explain that she bought it for her son.
As they were talking, two young men who were changing clothes inside came out one after the other.
The first to emerge was Ning Moran, dressed in a snow-white shirt. He was already wearing beige suit pants, and this outfit made him look like a prince charming straight out of a fairy tale, gentle and noble, captivating everyone's gaze...
Cui Mengmeng immediately slammed her hand on the table in admiration, stood up from the sofa, and began to clap her hands, her face flushed.
Xin Yujue was relatively more reserved, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her calm demeanor.
It was obvious that she was also amazed.
Ning Moran knew without asking that the shirt looked good on her; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so excited to see her mother's friend.
Ning Yao is different from her roommates. They see things from the perspective of peers or even mate selection, but she feels like a mother watching her son grow up.
When Ning Moran was a child, she resembled Wen Tingye and looked very much like Wen Aixiu. But now that she is almost nineteen, she has developed her own style and there is no trace of Wen Tingye or Wen Aixiu in her.
Ning Yao attributed this phenomenon to the influence of Baiyan Xuefei, since the four children that followed were all born abnormally.
She smiled and looked at Ning Moran, praising, "So beautiful."
My mother's eyes were curved, as bright and clear as the moon, bringing peace of mind.
"You have excellent taste; the cufflinks on the shirt are beautiful and unique," Ning Moran replied with a smile.
Upon hearing Ning Moran's words, Cui Mengmeng and Xin Yujue turned their attention to Ning Moran's shirt cuffs.
The transparent teardrop-shaped cufflinks are indeed very stylish, and more importantly, they match Ning Moran's temperament perfectly, blending seamlessly with him.
"Good taste? Don't you never wear clothes that cost less than five figures?" A cold, arrogant voice suddenly rang out in the room.
"Mengmeng, look!" Xin Yujue suddenly tugged at Cui Mengmeng's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly.
Cui Mengmeng looked in the direction Xin Yujue was looking, puzzled, and then froze in shock.
Ning Chen walked out absentmindedly from behind Ning Moran; those words had just come from him.
Compared to Ning Moran, he was dressed in pure black, like slightly sour and bitter cocoa chocolate.
The black shirt accentuated his cold demeanor, making his aura stand out even more. Especially since Ning Chen was standing next to Ning Moran, who was wearing a snow-white shirt, the contrast between black and white was striking and deadly, like an angel and a devil.
Ning Moran glanced at Ning Chen indifferently, clearly not taking his words to heart.
He does have good taste; even his clothing choices are based on brand names, and he doesn't just wear anything.
But these are clothes his mother personally picked out, gifts from his mother, so they're a different story. Can they be treated the same?
"Absolutely amazing!" Xin Yujue exclaimed in admiration. Now she couldn't help but admire Ning Yao's eye for choosing clothes.
"Ah Chen's cufflinks are little metal axes, so cool! I don't know why, but they remind me of the Axe Gang."
The Axe Gang was a gang during the Republic of China era, and every member of it was skilled in martial arts.
As Cui Mengmeng spoke, she secretly glanced at the faint blue veins on the back of Ning Chen's hands. Those hands looked so handsome.
One is a pampered noble young master, and the other is a gangster young master who has fallen into the abyss of depravity. They are practically perfect!
Aaaaaah, the groundhog screams...
She loves every single one of them!
"Yaoyao, you have such good taste! You really can't tell that this dress only cost a few dozen yuan." Cui Mengmeng praised sincerely.
She didn't mean to belittle the price of the clothes; she was simply amazed by the stunning effect Ning Moran and Ning Chen achieved wearing the shirts from a no-name brand.
"It's not about the price, it's about whether the person who made it put in the effort." Ning Yao was also very satisfied with the clothes she had chosen.
Seeing the two big boys standing barefoot on the living room floor, Ning Yao parted her red lips slightly, hissed, and slapped her head. She remembered what she was going to buy when she went shopping with her roommate.
I was so captivated by the men's handmade shirts that I forgot to buy them slippers...
"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back!"
After saying that, Ning Yao ran out as fast as she could, forgetting to even change her shoes.
She remembered that the student supermarket also sold slippers, but the styles were a bit limited. However, it didn't matter; wearing them was better than going barefoot.
After Ning Yao left, Ning Moran and Ning Chen quietly took out their phones and started taking selfies in front of Cui Mengmeng and Xin Yujue.
How could I not take a picture to remember the gift my mother gave me?
They are not shy people, and even a little narcissistic. Of course, they are not afraid to pose in front of people and are full of confidence.
"How about we take the photos for you?"
"This way we can get a full-body shot and see things more clearly!"
"Our photography skills are pretty good, want to give it a try?"
Cui Mengmeng and Xin Yujue started raising their hands and volunteering to be the handsome guy's photographer. What a wonderful thing that was!