There is a krypton gold boss in the live broadcast room

The wide-open floor-to-ceiling windows greet the rushing in of the cool breeze, and the light beige curtains are billowed with the wind; the appliances in the room are shining in the sunlight.

The LCD TV on the wall was still playing the hottest soap operas nowadays, and the messy layout showed the atmosphere of life. Although all the appliances were working diligently, there was no one in the living room.

Such a noisy and silent scene shocked the man who opened the door.

He glanced at the electrical appliances in operation, and felt angina pectoris when he was stingy, clutching his heart tremblingly, feeling distressed for a second about the utility bill.

Money! It's all wasted money!

Then he quickly turned off the TV, air conditioner, fan, and window sill, closed the curtains that had been floating for a long time, picked up the debris on the ground, and walked aggressively towards the room at the south end.

"Xiang Cun, your salary has skyrocketed by 100 billion, right? How many times have I told you not to throw clothes and sundries anywhere, and remember to turn off the TV and air conditioner when not in use..." He suddenly twisted the doorknob, and he was full of anger. Forgetting yourself for a moment is considered very rude uninvited.

The young man in the room also turned his head to look at him at the same time, his body was naked.

The young man's bones are well-proportioned and slender, and his skin is fair and lustrous. He usually looks tall and straight when he wears a suit, but he did not expect that the side under the uniform is also beautiful.

There are several sets of clothes piled up at his feet, and he seems to be troubled by his matching.

"Ahhh why don't you put on your clothes, pay attention to the impact!" The man blushed, turned his head stiffly and exited the room, his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Xiang Cun scratched his head, and replied helplessly: "Brother Li, you suddenly barged in, and you have to wait for a lecture, I'm changing clothes."

The voice outside the door sounded like he was jumping: "Okay, okay, change your clothes quickly, I won't talk about you."

Xiang Cun responded, and gestured to the mirror with the casual clothes he had finally emptied out.

Xiang Cun has always been dissatisfied with his appearance, this face looks at least five years younger than his actual age, and the soft facial features always make him look lacking in momentum, Xiang Cun is because of this The facial features that are too partial to beauty have suffered a lot.

Later, he discovered that wearing glasses could make himself look sharper, so he has always maintained the habit of wearing glasses when he goes to work.After all, it is very embarrassing to be always mistaken by younger generations as peers or even younger.

As the life assistant of the president of Yinyu Records, his job is relatively easy. After all, the company is run by the boss, and the scale is small and there are not many problems.But relatively speaking, there is a shortage of manpower, and one person is often used as multiple people. He usually helps his boss take care of his daily life, and occasionally goes out with his boss. It is a habit to wear a suit from beginning to end. He usually stays at home when he is on vacation. with.

Basically, I haven't taken care of myself very seriously, and the standard for going out is that I can see it.

Calculating carefully, it seems that he hasn't gone out to go shopping by himself for several months. The casual clothes he bought before have accumulated in the cabinet and become crumpled—whether he can find it is another matter.

His original plan was to do a live broadcast at home, but today the boss's embarrassing face deeply stimulated him, and he felt that if he continued like this, he might end up alone.He had already reached the age to talk about marriage, and his parents who lived far away worried about his life-long affairs countless times, urging the marriage to be more punctual than the news broadcast.

Originally, he didn't care whether he fell in love or got married, but due to the parental effect, he said something in his ear every day, and the unintentional became intentional.

But his love experience is really superficial, and he doesn't have much time to deal with women, and most of the opportunities are handed over to another capable general of the boss, who is known as the Friend of Women.

Based on the idea that fate is not just me and me, Xiang Cun decides to take the initiative, starting with the encounter.

So who can tell him what clothes a man should wear to a bar to look more normal?

Thinking of an experienced roommate outside, Xiang Cun yelled, "Brother Li, don't go, I want to ask you what to wear to the bar?"

"Are you going to the bar tonight?" A disgruntled voice came from the door, "Didn't you say that you would go to the black with me tonight?" There is a sentence like 'we agreed to go alone together, whoever gets out first is the dog' Have you forgotten? You are going to find a girlfriend!"

Xiang Cun replied honestly: "Oh, I really forgot."

"Okay, since you asked sincerely, I will tell you mercifully - you can't dress too rigidly so as not to make the other party feel too depressed, and maybe they will think you are pretending; but you can't dress too much Casually, it’s still a high-quality model, if you are as mediocre as passers-by A, B, and C, who will remember you, are you begging for debt or food?”

Xiang Cunxin sighed hesitantly, and said in his heart: If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't find someone to ask me for a while, I wouldn't be looking for you.

But obviously this person can't count on it. A good suggestion is ambiguous and nonsense.

He added another rebuttal in his mind: the debtor knows where it is from a person, it is clearly money.

Silently marking Li Heng's name with an X and blacklisting it, Xiang Cun had no choice but to make a set himself, and finally tidied himself up, looking at the mirror for a while with a sense of accomplishment.

Hmm... black clothes, black pants and black hats seem to be fine.

More and more pleasing to the eye.

Xiang Cun walked out of the room confidently.

"...Xiang Cun?" Li Heng's voice was full of doubts.

Xiang Cunying: "How is it? I didn't expect it!" Isn't it a new look, and the eyes are bright!

Li Heng's eyes widened: "Are you going to a funeral?"

Immediately he was killed without leaving a single piece of armor.

"..." Xiang Cun took a step back, stepped into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Li Heng held his nose and was about to leave, but the door was suddenly opened again——

"I just remembered that this coat has two sides, and the reverse is another style." Xiang Cun proudly showed him the reversed clothes.

There is a troublesome face that people will praise even if it is wearing a rag. There is no need to waste your aesthetics for this kind of hopeless person. Li Heng covered his eyes with a sneer, indicating that he can roll away smoothly. .

Xiang Cun straightened his hair, which he had done a few times casually, covered the dark circles under his eyes caused by staying up all night with a plain mirror, and turned back to the room: "I'll try it first, what's the rush at night? It's only afternoon."

Xiang Cun was immersed in the joy of his imminent transformation for a long time, until the boss sent him a text message, he suddenly remembered the reason he used to reject the boss today, and then thought of the live broadcast he had promised.

Because today's day is quite special, Xiang Cun didn't control his sloppy left hand for a while, and promised to give fans a special benefit-Weibo selected a few lucky little angels to send prepared small gifts and provided services such as a confession hotline.

It is estimated that the Weibo private message has already exploded.

As usual, Xiang Cun logged on to his social account, thinking about explaining the changes tonight to his fans, and asking for a leave of absence by the way.Unexpectedly, all the fans were so enthusiastic that they couldn't resist. Xiang kept the words on his lips, but when he said them, he changed his rhetoric.

"I don't guarantee that I can broadcast live tonight, but if I have the opportunity, I will try my best! I promise to make up for what I missed during my previous business trip."

The group immediately returned to joy and peace.

Xiang Cun casually flipped through the group chat records, his gaze unconsciously focused when he glanced at the name of the city he was in.

Looking at it again, the ID of the spokesperson was actually "Dream Chuhan".

The most powerful one among the [-] girlfriends in his live broadcast room.

The author has something to say:

I went to the bathroom and couldn't sleep, so I edited my essay.Will change it later