The host went on strike again today

Chapter 21 Modern Dear Miss Clothes (21)
With his back facing his blue and white school uniform jacket, ordinary people might think that it was thrown there casually, but only he knew that there was a small person there.

In fact, for him, there were too many doubts about this woman who called herself "Tang Rui".

She knew too much and was too strong, which made him keep asking himself, why did she choose him?After all, her previous answer sounded like a lie.

It's just that tonight, he is not the only one in this family.

This thought, together with that plate of hot dumplings, disturbed his peaceful heart tonight, and made him respond to her request unconsciously. The cracks in the originally high wall were getting bigger and bigger. interior scenery.

At this time, the sleeves of the blue and white coat suddenly moved, and after fumbling for a long time, they pulled the quilt to wrap it tightly around the body, only to see the blue collar, but because it was torn before, it looked tattered , this school uniform has been washed in water by herself for the past few months, and the place where the neckline is torn is firstly because Jun Wuming doesn't know how to mend it, and secondly because he knows that there is a "person" living in this clothes, It's not easy to sew by hand, so I just let the clothes become more and more worn out.

At this time, looking at the "dress lady" who was almost integrated into the quilt, Jun Wuming was confused. The image of the pretty little girl rolling herself up into a "silkworm chrysalis" appeared in his mind, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. .

Although Jun Wuming didn't know why he suddenly had such an image in his mind, but faintly, he actually had a voice in his heart. It was not the simple imagination of an adolescent boy or a straight man's cancer, but came from the deep memory of him. However, when he thought about it carefully, it was blank.

The next day, after a night, Tang Rui no longer struggled with his image. Anyway, he was free to think whatever he wanted in his consciousness, and it was a win-win if he could increase his happiness.

She happily ordered another dumpling, but Jun Wuming felt a little awkward until a sudden knock on the door broke the peaceful life of the two of them.

It's Nangong Jue.

It was the first time for Nan Gongjue to visit Jun Wuming's home. Although he was mentally prepared, his self-esteem was greatly satisfied when he saw the dilapidated buildings and the crowded stairways.

Despite the fact that some people in school looked so pretentious and looked like five or six people, living in a slum community on the edge of being demolished, Jun Wuming was just a stinky beggar.

However, when he knocked on the door and smelled the strong aroma of dumplings, he couldn't help but look at the dumplings on the table with eager eyes. He didn't even notice why his school uniform jacket was on the table.

Just like the lunch that Jun Wuming brought during this period, it was obviously a simple ingredient but it was fragrant and hot. The fat white dumplings shone with crystal light, making them indescribably tempting.

"What's the matter?" Jun Wuming blocked Nangong Jue's sight in displeasure.

At this time, Jun Wuming was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He was holding on the door frame and raising his eyebrows in displeasure.

Nan Gongjue immediately retracted his gaze annoyedly, "Well, of course there is something to do, that Mr. Zhang has a clue."

Jun Wuming's complexion changed.

Nan Gongjue suppressed the small thoughts in his heart, pretending to be relaxed, "The informant reported that he will appear at D bar tonight, will you act with us?"

Ten minutes later, Nan Gongjue went downstairs, and immediately sent a WeChat message to the butler, requesting to order a table of RMB 10 breakfast in a five-star hotel immediately.

He didn't believe that caviar couldn't compare to those bullshit dumplings. He must have fainted from hunger.

At this time, Jun Wuming upstairs took the clothes given by Nangong Jue and entered the bedroom.

It was a waiter's outfit. Because Mr. Zhang had met Jun Wuming, he had to dress up in it. A special car would come to pick him up soon.

Tang Rui was waiting outside, watching the Nangong family's car leave below and tutted, "If I were a judge, I would definitely give Nangong Jue 0 points for his acting skills. The calculation in his eyes almost overflowed. Jun Wuming, I think tonight is definitely not as simple as asking you to go and see. How about you put me in the waiter's clothes?"

"No." The boy in the bedroom paused, and then answered, "It's unreasonable."

Tang Rui was silent. It was indeed unreasonable. After all, normal people couldn't wear clothes. It would be great if she were a real person at this time. She could find a way to sneak in regardless of her identity...etc.

Her eyes lit up, "You don't need to take me in, we just meet inside."

In the bedroom, after changing his clothes, Jun Wuming immediately understood what she meant, and opened the door, "You want to go by yourself?"

"Of course, although I look a little weird now, but because of this, even if ordinary people see it, they will think that someone's clothes have been blown away by the wind. I am light, and I usually don't ask when I go to the top of the building..."

Her words broke when she saw clearly what the boy looked like at this time.

(End of this chapter)