beauty should be like this

Without exception, the little beauty was angry again.

Zuo Yu had known his glass heart for a long time, and really regretted what he said back then.

No, if time could be turned back, you shouldn't even take the liberty to ask Wen Qianyu what kind of person he likes.

It's a pity to regret this kind of thing, except that you deserve it.

Wechat is blocked, and the phone is not answered.

This kind of treatment is really familiar.

The depressed Zuo Yu was no longer able to calm down, and he didn't even talk much at work.

However, the little secretary still didn't open any pots, and asked tentatively one day: "Boss, why didn't Qianqian come?"

Zuo Yu, who was reading the report, frowned, then asked, "How do you know him?"

"I often watch his makeup tutorials and live broadcasts. I like him." The little secretary stared at him: "I bought a gift for Qianqian. If he doesn't come, can the boss pass it on for me?"

"..." Zuo Yu just wanted to ask Wen Qianyu what is worthy of a girl's liking, and it is rare to control his cheap mouth, so he just said: "What gift?"

"This!" The little secretary took out a Chanel lipstick.

Zuo Yu received it in his hand, wondering: "Don't you think it's strange that a little boy always puts on himself makeup?"

The little secretary immediately said: "It's so strange, what kind of age is this, as long as it doesn't hurt the world, it's fine."

"Hmm..." Zuo Yu was listless, and began to wonder if he was too narrow-minded and annoying.

"Boss, why do you say that, don't you say Qianqian is your friend?" the little secretary inquired.

"Ask whatever you want." Zuo Yu put the lipstick in the drawer.

"Hee hee." The little secretary snickered, "I have a hunch..."

Zuo Yu raised his eyebrows.

"The boss will bend!" The little secretary said boldly, and then slipped out of the office with an empty teacup.

Zuo Yu, who was restless, seemed even more restless when he heard this.

If it was other male friends who had conflicts with him, he wouldn't even want to talk about it.

Can be warm and shallow.

In the past two days, Zuo Yu was in a terrible mood whenever he thought about it.

and so……

How to remedy it?

This lackey turned on the computer in a daze, knowing very well that no matter what gift he bought, it would not work well. When he was thinking wildly, a vague name suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help typing in the search bar: "Fashion designer Jin... "

Then Jin Fengxiao's name popped out.

It seems that this person is indeed very famous, he is a Chinese descendant who is well-versed in the European and American fashion circles.

Because he has appeared on many variety shows, he has many fans and countless hot posts.

"Damn it, you're still obsessed with uncle." Zuo Yu dismissively looked at Jin Fengxiao's very masculine photos on the screen, browsed in boredom, and then harassed friends in related industries on WeChat.

As a result, I was really hit by him after asking around.

Jin Fengxiao is indeed going to hold a Japanese-themed clothing launch conference in Tokyo at the end of the year, which has attracted quite a lot of media attention.

Zuo Yu thought about it, rubbed his chin and smiled kindly.

-

With her beautiful face like flowers and jade, Wen Qianyu, who is only a sophomore, is already a celebrity in the school.

No matter where he appeared, he would attract everyone's attention, and he became the focus of spectators in public classes where all the students in the school participated.

That day, the little beauty stayed up all night making clothes, and she was so tired that her brows and eyes were haggard. She was sitting quietly in the back corner of the big classroom with a flat mirror.

God is so unfair, no wonder Dong Shi will follow suit.

Very sleepy……

Wen Qianyu couldn't wait for the teacher to appear, so she couldn't help closing her eyes.

He was very sensitive to smells, and when he was falling asleep, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

With a fragrance mixed with tobacco and shower gel.

Opening his eyes again, it was indeed Zuo Yu.

Wen Qianyu felt that he was having a nightmare, and looked around blankly, only to realize that it was true. Afraid of attracting more attention, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"Who told you not to answer the phone, I came to the school to ask casually, and someone told me." Zuo Yu had an innocent face.

If someone else was talking nonsense that day, maybe Wen Qianyu wouldn't take it to heart.

But he hated Zuo Yu insulting himself, very much.

"I know it's wrong for me to speak indiscriminately, so please forgive me this time." Zuo Yu was happier to admit his mistake than to make a mistake. After speaking, he climbed a gold-plated envelope on his desk: "It was hard for me to find it."

The students sitting next to them had already begun to eavesdrop on their speech, and had been snickering vaguely.

When Wen Qianyu didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw the teacher of the public elective class coming in, so he had to give up the urge to quarrel, and unhappily opened the envelope to check.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an invitation letter for Jin Fengxiao's Tokyo fashion show.

Looking at his name neatly printed on it, it would be a lie to say he was unhappy.

On the back of the invitation letter, Zuo Yu scribbled a crying little man with a pen and wrote "I'm sorry".

It's really strange that the person who planned not to forgive this idiot a second ago was easily shaken at this moment.

Zuo Yu, who was sitting next to him, was always observing his reaction. Seeing that Wen Qianyu's long eyelashes were shaking, and his picturesque side face was very quiet, he stretched out his hand to grab the invitation letter.

The little beauty did not let go.

"You really forgive me?" Zuo Yu asked.

Wen Qianyu didn't speak.

Zuo Yu sighed: "You are too easy to coax, aren't you?"

Only then did Wen Qianyu stare at him: "It's class, shut up."

Zuo Yu flipped through the textbooks in front of him: "What's so good about taking this kind of class? It's also about physical hygiene... Let me teach you."

The students in the front row snickered again.

A trace of sullen pink appeared on Wen Qianyu's fair face, as if it was about to erupt in the next second.

Zuo Yu shut up wisely, lowered his head and played with his phone.

Before he came here, he was imagining what to do if Wen Qianyu was still furious, but now he felt very relaxed, and he was filled with the joy of finding the other party's weakness.

After scrolling through Weibo and WeChat, Zuo Yu, who was about to sit still, planned to speak again.

As a result, she turned her head and found that Wen Qianyu had fallen asleep lying on the table.

He also took advantage of the opportunity to lie there, carefully studying the little beauty's face.

How can someone have such good skin?

The sunlight outside the window made everything unobstructed, with a distance of [-] centimeters, but not even a pore could be seen, as if it was translucent white jade, shining faintly.

Hey, it's nice to be young.

Zuo Yu suddenly felt a little innocence that he never had when he was studying. He wanted to poke the tip of his nose, but he was afraid that the hatred value that had just been cleared would soar again.

Why are you touching me, don't touch my face, your hands are not clean...

I also know that Wen Qianyu's complaints must be of these types.

-

Beijing's winter has never been called beautiful, and it's even so cold and windy that people don't want to stay outside for half a second.

But Zuo Yu was in a good mood walking on the campus that day. He looked at the solemn pine tree above his head and said, "Your school is not big."

"There is a campus elsewhere, but it's not a big school." Wen Qianyu whispered.

Zuo Yu suddenly stopped and stared at him seriously.

Wen Qianyu felt uneasy: "What are you doing?"

"You look very docile today." Zuo Yu didn't know where he came from, but he reached out and stroked his long hair and soft sweater coat.

Wen Qianyu stared unsurprisingly: "I said..."

"Isn't it just the hair? You can touch mine as you like." Zuo Yu bowed his head towards him.

"Who cares." Wen Qianyu dodged back, suddenly picked up the invitation letter and asked directly: "Why bother, I ignore you, just break up the relationship, don't you lack friends?"

Zuo Yu replied: "No shortage."

"Then why?" Wen Qianyu asked.

Zuo Yu looked into his clean eyes, and there was an answer in his heart, but he was buried by uncertainty in an instant, and looked away: "Not everything needs a reason."

Wen Qianyu gave up on breaking the casserole to ask the end, stuffed the invitation letter into her bag and walked away.

Zuo Yu chased after him and asked, "Why are you going?"

"Go to the movies."

"I want to see too."

"Oh."

"Whose movie?"

"You don't even know who's it, so you want to read it?"

"I'm not afraid of your loneliness!"

"..."

"Whose?"

"Hou Hsiao-hsien."

Zuo Yu finally questioned clearly, took out his mobile phone and searched on the software: "What kind of broken film did you choose, it's not even scheduled yet."

"Before I was busy participating in the competition, and I was so angry with you that I didn't have time." Wen Qianyu hugged her arms.

Zuo Yu finally found a place where the screening was still going, so he immediately bought a ticket and said, "Let's go, there's still time before there's no traffic jam."

Why are you nice to me?And why do you always make me unhappy, but you still care about my emotions?

Don't you...don't like men?

Or, Zuo Yu, do you treat all your friends like this?

Wen Qianyu stood where she was, until a gust of cold wind ruffled her hair, and then she came back to her senses, following up with ups and downs of mood.