Chapter 184: Bra

Yang Qing stood outside the door, feeling both nervous and excited.

His heart pounded.

This matter can't be blamed on him; right now, the thing more suitable for Chen Xueru to do is the bra, which is her old trade.

But he's male, many things can't be said directly; he can only explain through objects, so he needs a sample.

He always has to face this thing; as for the intimate one, whether it's brought over or not, is there really a big difference?

Isn't the fresh one stimulating?

Anyway, now that my wife is here, it's definitely better than having Chen Xueru come over again, right? Isn't it better when my wife isn't around?

If he can't brake and an accident happens, then that's the accident scene.

Anyway, he's an old lecher; sometimes being a bit lewd is normal.

He's just a bit obviously lecherous.

"Come in."

Chen Hong called him.

Yang Qing tried to look serious.

After entering, he first saw a silk underwear lying on the bed.

Chen Hong, seeing him come in, stared at his bra and gave him a knock on the head.

"Damn pervert, what are you looking at?"

Yang Qing protested innocently.

"I just want to see what style it is, get familiar with it."

Chen Xueru blushed and smoothed things over for Yang Qing.

"Alright, Yang Qing, Sis gave you the thing; you can now explain it clearly, right?"

"How can we make money from this?"

Yang Qing picked up the bra and shook it.

"This thing can't make money."

"Because it's too expensive."

Chen Hong narrowed her eyes.

"So what do you mean?"

Yang Qing turned around and took out another of Chen Hong's small undershirts.

Chen Hong panicked.

"Yang Qing, what are you doing? Want to die?"

Yang Qing shook the thing in his hand.

"For comparison."

"Don't make such a fuss; it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"Look, ordinary people now wear this."

"And the rich wear this."

The two women were drawn over by him.

Yang Qing continued.

"This undershirt: the fabric is cotton, the style is too monotonous, the effect is also too poor, the usable fabric is also no good, it easily deforms."

"If you can improve it, design it more comfortably, choose suitable materials, it will surely be popular."

"And your silk one uses too much material; isn't that unnecessary? Using a bit less would be fine."

"We need to save."

"Look, this side, this side, this side is completely unnecessary!"

"You know the apron? It can completely imitate the apron's style, using cloth strips instead at the back."

"Also, this being too soft is no good; it lacks the feeling of being supported."

"We can add steel rings for shaping, fill with sponge pads to increase comfort."

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With Yang Qing's nonstop talking, the two women's eyes were opened to the world of bras.

Who knew there could be so many variations.

Lifting sensation, a vivid term.

That's the feeling of being cared for.

Chen Hong never expected Yang Qing to understand women so well; her gaze wasn't good.

"You know quite a bit about this."

"Do you know many young ladies?"

"Hmm…………"

Yang Qing loudly protested his innocence.

"I'm not doing this for your sake; I'm doing it all for your design, Xueru Sister is just riding on your coattails."

"I was a pure young man before you; you can't wrongly accuse me."

Chen Hong now doesn't believe a word he says.

She basically figured it out: he's just an old lecher.

Chen Xueru's gaze toward Yang Qing, however, shone brightly, dazzlingly bright.

Awesome, awesome, if these bra styles were designed, they'd definitely sell big.

If this were before, we would definitely have made a fortune.

Using it now is a bit regrettable; the limit on fabric purchase quantity is too restrictive.

Ordinary people don't even have enough clothes to wear; who would care about styles?

Yang Qing saw her feeling depressed because she couldn't do anything big, and reminded her.

If you're preparing to open a shop, you might really not achieve any great results.

But what if it's a factory?

There's currently no professional underwear factory; you can totally use bras as a stepping stone, on the street, gradually expanding the bra shop into an underwear factory.

Let it become an important source of income for your street.

By then, the street will naturally speak up for you, demand targets, and expand the bra factory.

Chen Xueru thought of the various styles Yang Qing had just gestured to her, and her heart couldn't stop boiling.

Thinking further about the future, from shop to factory.

This is awesome; compared to her, Xu Huizhen's pretentious dishes are just kid's stuff.

I've done this.

She, excited, hugged Yang Qing and bit him hard.

The key is she's wearing nothing underneath right now.

Now it's hot again, everyone wears little.

This feeling……

He was startled, his eyes widened, his mouth opened……

Chen Xueru also felt that she had just been too enthusiastic.

She glanced embarrassedly at Chen Hong, then gave Yang Qing a look with ill intent.

Then she turned and left.

Oh dear, it's not late yet, I'm leaving.

Chen Xueru ran off in a flash, not even bothering to take the clothes in Yang Qing's hand.

Yang Qing stiffly turned his head, looking at Chen Hong.

Chen Hong was already fuming.

You two, you're not avoiding people anymore, right?

Yang Qing?

Do you want to die? Do you want to die?

Yang Qing felt utterly wronged.

Wife, wife, calm down, calm down, it's all Chen Xueru; she's trying to drive a wedge between us.

She's a bad woman.

Chen Hong, with her long arms, stretched out and pushed Yang Qing onto the bed.

I think you're not anything good.

You dare to be lovey-dovey right under my nose.

If I don't give you a taste of my colors today, you won't know how many eyes Ma Wangye has.

Yang Qing asked.

How many eyes does Ma Wangye have?

………

Chen Hong froze; she didn't know either.

Three?

Don't interrupt me, trying to bluff your way through.

I'm telling you, if you don't give me an explanation today, we're not done.

Yang Qing, being ridden on, couldn't refute?

Then what do you say we do?

Can I not see that bad woman from now on?

No.

Chen Hong directly vetoed it.

Afterward she suddenly blurted out.

Was it soft just now?

Yang Qing was left dumbfounded by that train of thought.

What does that mean?

What do you mean, soft or not?

That's what I mean; don't give me a perfunctory answer, how does it compare to me?

Yang Qing looked at his wife in surprise.

Woman, do you have any special hobbies?

Chen Hong blushed.

What are you saying? I'm just asking whether bigger is better.

Yang Qing shook his head.

Your good.

Really, you're good.

No way, I just saw it, it's big and white, let alone you, I can't help wanting to reach out and touch it.

How did she grow like that?

Yang Qing..........

You say, daughter-in-law, could it be because she had good living conditions since childhood and ate well?

Not lacking nutrition.

So she grew up like this.

After all, this is the children's granary, it's for storing nutrition.

Chen Hong thought, it makes sense.

Then I'll eat a bit more from now on.

In the future, raising kids will save on formula money.

Ah, yes yes yes..........